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The ninth-level hunter is conceited, especially in the face of an old man who is not famous for his martial arts in the rivers and lakes, he intends to give the Taoist priest with a gloomy face who seems to know that he is about to be captured a chance to take the initiative, "I, the nine-ring swordsman Ding Hai, the old man of the end, give the child to me, and then tie your own hands." ”

Guarding the door of the medicine shop for an afternoon, the shrimp-like Shilang was still uncertain, the heart of the endless Taoist priest was already annoyed, the two old eyes were as sharp as eagle eyes, and before Ding Hai finished speaking, he arrived in front of the man like a ghost, and his hands were rapidly superimposed, Ding Hai couldn't resist it, he was shocked, and the nine-ring knife trembled, "You are not endless, you are a ghost......

After Ding Hai suddenly exclaimed a ghost word, his head separated, his head flew into the air, and he saw his body fall to the ground with a bang.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret!

Ding Hai's body was divided into two parts, his body was on one side, his head was placed side by side on the other side, and a big knife was inserted in the middle, and the endless Taoist priest continued to sit at the door and meditate, Shilang's blood did have a miraculous effect on him, and the speed of vitality depletion in his body dropped greatly, he stretched out his hand to take a look, and there was a trace of flesh under the wrinkled old skin.

At night, there were several waves of uninvited guests, and these five people immediately retreated after seeing Ding Hai's corpse, and waited for more people to do it together at night.

The ninth-level hunters are all famous in the martial arts, but compared with the endless Taoist priests in their heyday, they are small and big, and his other name represents the prestige of the corpse mountain and the sea of blood.

Even now he hasn't fully recovered, and picking them up is just a piece of cake.

Soon, there were five more corpses at the door of the pharmacy, all of which were separated, and he kicked up those corpses and Ding Hai's corpse to the side, the head, he looked back at the pharmacy, turned his head and put the head up with his own hands, and put it on several times, but he was not satisfied.

Too little......

In the pharmacy, the old doctor stood in front of the bed, and even used a century-old ginseng from the ancestors of the family, and then hung the boy on the bed again, "The injury is too serious, the medicine stone is ineffective......"

The broken bones on Juro's body were all connected, the wounds were bandaged, his exposed skin was a pale color, and his lips looked white from excessive blood loss.

But his life is big, he has always had a breath to support, the doctor is always in tears, he doesn't know when this child will swallow this breath, but he knows that the killer star outside will definitely wash the blood here after the child breathes.

The sky is pitiful, Shiro's breath of swaying breath has been holding on, surviving the sunset, surviving the night, and actually calming down when the morning light shines on the window.

Bowl after bowl of blood-tonifying decoction, the old doctor, who had been pouring it all night, knelt on the ground with a plop, "Amitabha, Buddha blesses ......"

This is a miracle, the young doctors gathered in the inner room in the pharmacy forgot their fear for a short time, and cheered, this voice made the eyes of the endless Taoist priest who had been fighting outside all night covered in blood brighten, and rushed in like the wind, and after probing Shiro's neck, he showed an inquiring look.

He couldn't think of why, but it could only be attributed to the fact that the boy had a strange bloodline power, but he glanced at the doctor and the doctor who were standing in a corner with their heads bowed, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He was about to get up, but suddenly he felt his sleeve being hooked, and when he looked down, it was Juro who opened his eyes weakly, he wanted to speak, but he couldn't open his mouth, let alone make a sound, his fingers trembling and curled up his index finger and thumb.

Three......

The old eyes of the Taoist priest condensed slightly, three, three things? He was dying, and he was still thinking about the three conditions he had deceived him.

Shiro was serious, and the Daoist Priest was silent for a long time, and finally nodded, "From now on, there are two of the three things I owe you." ”

The Endless Daoist continued to guard the door of the pharmacy, staring at them and serving Shiro, and Shiro, who was so seriously injured, was completely conscious in less than two days, which was incredible.

Sitting on the edge of the couch, looking at Shiro who was already able to blink his eyelids, the Taoist priest grinned, showed a mouthful of white teeth, and raised his hand, Shiro thought that he was going to hit him again, and immediately closed his eyes, his body reacted faster than his brain, and he was already trembling.

The Taoist priest of Wujian turned a blind eye, and his hand lightly fell on Shiro's unwrapped head, and the dry and rough old skin rubbed the chicken skin on Shiro's delicate skin, "You know that I will be poisoned and a little delirious, so I will give you a heavy hand, but I finally sobered up, so I saved you again, you see, in this way, I am still your savior." ”

Shiro closed his eyes tightly, the endless end he remembered holding a gourd and hitting him without a head or face, how clear and cold his eyes were, when he thought of that scene, he had a feeling of twitching fear and trembling.

"Actually, not only did I save your life, but I also disposed of all the people who didn't know your intentions for you, and now, they are all out there praying for you."

A young doctor who was still in the room suddenly became incontinent at this time, and stayed down his legs with a bang, and the whole person was like a sifting chaff, and was immediately driven out by the old doctor.

The endless Taoist priest continued to brainwash Shilang, he was wronged for himself, and he also had a headache, the current children are too disobedient, he wasted so much saliva bitterly, can't the current children understand human words?

He wanted to slap this little thing under his nose that was not as good as a shrimp boy to death, but when he thought of the corpse poison contaminated by the Qin tomb, and the blood of this kid in front of him who was more effective than medicine, his posture lowered a lot, "Or, you worship me as a teacher, I am very powerful......"

Shilang's eyelids twitched, and the Wuxuan Daoist lowered his stomach a little more, "If you learn my martial arts, you can walk sideways on the rivers and lakes without anyone daring to care about you, and besides, I don't charge you any tuition, you just need to take a little blood for me regularly." ”

What he said is not an exaggeration at all, it is indeed not an exaggeration, because the people in the rivers and lakes will beat him directly if they disagree!

Shiro quietly opened a slit in his eyes, and the Endless Daoist immediately raised his voice a little, "If you want to worship me as a teacher, blink twice." ”

Most of the fear in Shilang's heart at this time was taken away, he didn't want to run rampant, but he wanted to protect his sister, he opened his eyes and tried to keep his eyes from wandering to stare at the endless Taoist priest, and blinked his eyelids twice.

As the sun set, a group of five people rode into the town, asked about the location of Tan's pharmacy, and went straight.

Outside the pharmacy, a tower, a bloody tower of Shura built by human heads, a full forty-nine heads, Luo Qi and the five of them received the message that the other hunters had returned to the six doors, and when they returned from a long distance to find here, they saw such a scene.

The Endless Daoist stood in front of the tower and smiled, the whole person was covered with dried blood, and his back, which was originally slightly rickety, straightened up, and it looked like the whole person was seven or eight years younger.

"Hand over my brother!" (To be continued.) )