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A small donkey, snow-white, with four small black hooves, and not a single stray hair on its body. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A small stone mill, round and round, two small grinding plates, there is no gap in the whole.

This little donkey, who did not have a single miscellaneous hair, pulled the small stone mill without a single gap, covered his eyes, and went round and round, round and round, circle and circle, and I don't know how many times it went round and round.

The faster you turn, the faster you turn, the more tired you turn, the more tired you turn.

"Oops, it hurts!"

The cry was full of grievances, incomprehension and dissatisfaction, so suffering and being beaten, the master's heart was really ruthless.

Yelu Yixin felt a heavy slap on his back, and it hurt.

"Huh?"

He opened his eyes full of grievances, incomprehension and dissatisfaction, looked around, it was pitch black, confused, just now he was still struggling to pull a bluestone grinding plate, and was beaten by someone or something, how could he blink his eyes, just?

Where is the dream?

Where is the outside of dreams?

In and out of dreams!

A small bonfire had not yet been completely extinguished, and a few coals were still flickering in the ashes, brighter than the stars.

After being stunned for a long time, the little boy finally returned to reality from his dream.

What about the master?

"Master—"

It's still the same, pitch black, and there's no response.

The willows and flowers around me are no longer cute, they are black, like a large group of demons showing their teeth and claws, pretending to be ghosts, and pretending to be pretentious.

There was still some flammable firewood and grass around the campfire, and it was lit up with a gentle blow on the coals.

The master is gone, not even a shadow is gone, the big bag is gone, and only a shallow pit pressed out by cross-legged meditation is left on the sand, and it seems that there is still a little temperature.

Li Shantong's little bag is still there, and it was thrown in the place where Yi Xin had just slept, a small, extremely inconspicuous appearance.

"Yi Xin, as long as you have the contents of this bag, no matter how dangerous it is, you can escape. Remember, don't lose it wherever you go, remember, remember! ”

Suddenly, remembering the master's words, he hurriedly ran over and hugged him tightly in his arms.

"Hey, boy, put it down and die."

Secluded, gloomy, the most gloomy place from hell, so cold, so cold.

"Mom!"

Screams of fear, absolute fear!

A ghostly shadow, silent, white clothes, white skirts, white boots, snow-white hair, face so white that even the lips were white, only the two deep-sunken eye sockets were black, deep, cold light shimmering, more like a white skeleton with a skull on top of it.

Is it a male ghost or a female ghost?

"Master—"

There is hope in despair, and the result is despair, even more despair, without a single echo, even a little.

"Hehe, boy, it's useless for you to break the sky, today you met the old man, and I Mobei Baisha is lucky! Although it is a dead end, the old man is kind and compassionate, and will let you go to see Hades without any pain. Boy, kowtow to the old man! Ask Grandpa Bai to be sharper, and one sword will kill you! ”

The cold light of the sword reflected a white bone hand, and the joints of each bone joint were clearly visible, without that layer of oil film, the whole hand would fall apart, turning into small pieces of bone ballast, scattered on the ground.

It's a male ghost, it's still an old male ghost!

When despair is extreme, there is hope, and when fear is extreme, it is calm.

At this moment, in this situation, Yelu Yixin, who had reached the limit of despair and fear, became calm, his hands were no longer shaking, his legs were no longer trembling, and of course his heart was still beating, but it had fallen back from his throat and eyes.

The master is not scared!

"Hehe, my grandfather died a long time ago, he is not surnamed Mo, and he is not called 'white fool'. Your father and your mother must not have cared too much about you, how ugly this name is, even a child as old as me blushes when he hears it, what is it called, it's just called 'touch and white stupid', how uneducated! How much does it affect the ears! ”

"Ear appearance" is the meaning of "city appearance", it can really be made up!

Yelu Yixin smirked and smiled, and sneaked his right hand into the little bag, hoping to find one or two treasures that were both handy and useful, in order to win with one blow, even if it was just one.

"Boy, I didn't expect you to be really kind, the old man likes it!"

"There's a kind of wood, there's a kind of wood, it's just a bunch of this, or you can try it!"

"Good boy, don't be hard-mouthed, you can't find your mouth if you want to cry for a while, your head has moved."

"Come on! Whether you can move or not depends on the mood of the master, so you can come and try it. ”

"Hahaha, if you want to die quickly, then it's no wonder that I'm 'stupid', I ......"

The white ghost's words had just "spit out" half of it, and suddenly he felt the unbeauty of the language, and swallowed back the second half of the words, but the words he spoke, the water that spilled out, was too late!

"Hee-hee, do you hear that? Even you admit that the master gave you this name! ”

"Wow, I'm angry with the old man!"

It is implied in the book that this old white ghost is also a well-known character in the rivers and lakes, with a "Yin King Sword" that sharpens iron like mud and a set of earth-shattering "Yin King Sword Technique" galloping in the desert for more than 70 years, I never dreamed that it would be played by people today, and it is also a milky boy with a "hairless mouth"!

"Wow, I'm angry with the old man, take your life! The old man must take you into pieces bit by bit! ”

For a while, the thunderstorm was like thunder, which was the biggest taboo for people who practiced martial arts, and it was messed up.

That's exactly what ethyl is needed!

It's too late, that's called a hurry!

The sword frost fell suddenly, the yin wind swished, the distance was originally between the palms, and the other party was a big man in martial arts, everything happened in the blink of an eye!

Can you just sit back and wait for death?

Of course...... No...... But...... Yes!

The same one says it's late, that's called a fast!

"Poof—"

Like a frightened fart, gently, and a little soft.

"Mom!"

It's like a cry when killing a pig, and it's very painful.

When the ten-year-old boy opened his eyes again, and slowly opened his eyes again, it was strange that the old white ghost really disappeared like a ghost, and there was not even a ghost.

What a god!

Yelu Yixin looked at this little bag again and seriously, his right hand was still in the bag, and he didn't make any movement, how could he be so godly? How is it so strange?

The ten-year-old boy sifted through the scene in his mind again, and found nothing of value, not even the slightest.

"That's not right! It's weird! ”

It turned out that just now, Yelu Yixin really wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to tease with the old white ghost and find one or two life-saving things from that little bag. But there are a lot of bits and pieces in that bag, that is, there are no weapons that I feel handy, there are bottles and cans in it, and there are a few small bags, which are also light to the touch, and they don't look like sharp weapons that can defeat the enemy with one blow at all.

What a mess!

It's too late!

Just when Jeruyisin finally decided to choose one of the biggest jars and do the final blow, it was too late.

An eerie sword is in front of you, and you can already feel the stinging pain of the sword light, close your eyes and wait for death!