How can you curse? The instinct master's face turned green: You're still a child! The mouth cannon is so slippery, do you want to take the official ape exam?

Besides, do you know what "incompetence" means and what "instinct" means? Lao Bing Qingyu lived to be over seventy years old, and he still couldn't understand a word!

"Incompetence or instinct—" The instinct master said with a smile: "The old man wants to ask the wind donor for advice!" ”

"Huh!" Little Lori sneered: "Mom said that girls shouldn't talk to strange uncles casually outside, they are all big liars!" ”

It's getting too much! It's just that you call me incompetent! even scolded me for being a big P-eyed!

The Master of Instinct is simply crazy, but what can he, an old monk in his seventies, do to a little girl of eight or nine years old?

Taking a deep breath, the instinct master grinded his teeth and forced a smile: "The little donor said something wrong again!" Lao Wei is not talking about the little donor of the wind dance, but the donor of the wind and the green sheep! ”

Little Lori's face changed, and after the big black and bright eyes turned around twice, she suddenly tightened her little face tightly, saluted the thin old monk with her fists, and said very seriously in a childish childish voice: "Murong Family Wind Dance, meet the master of instinct!" In the next young and ignorant, for a while, joke, please don't take it seriously! ”

It turned out to be the Murong family? Jiang Hanxue was even more puzzled when she heard this, this Murong family is probably a thousand-year-old family in this world, but it is also a thousand-year-old family, the Jiang family in Cheshire does not have such a method as the Murong family, just a little girl, with such martial arts, so courage, and so strain, how can it be just a child of a family?

It's amazing to be young and ignorant! What the am I ...... Well, you are young and ignorant, seriously I will lose! The master of instinct found that he had encountered hob meat, but this was a little Lori, and he couldn't beat or scold, the old monk was so angry that he had a toothache, but he could only change his posture to clean up this little Lori: "What is the intention of the little wind donor to come to our school late at night?" ”

"I just happened to pass by your school, and when I saw that scarecrow was strange, I followed it!" Feng Wu'er seriously imitated the tone of the adults and said: "I am young and ignorant, and I have no disrespect for your school, if I am offended, it is pure coincidence!" ”

This little girl's mouth has been opened!

"Amitabha Buddha ......" The instinct master pronounced a long Buddha call, and turned to Jiang Hanxue and said: "Murong Xiao Shi, she is from your family, what do you say should be done?" ”

Feng Wu'er's face changed greatly, she thought that the master of instinct didn't know Murong Kunpeng's true identity, but when she saw that the master of instinct said it, Xiao Lori couldn't hold her breath for a while, and rushed forward to block "Murong Kunpeng", clasping her fists with both hands and looking at death with a look of death:

"One person does things and one person is responsible, don't embarrass my father-in-law! What is the master coming at me, I want to fight and kill! ”

After finishing speaking, Feng Wu'er instinctively tilted her little head, but she didn't usher in the expected brain collapse, and Feng Wu'er couldn't help but be stunned for a moment:

Usually when she said this kind of thing, Murong Kunpeng would always play her brain crash, but today Murong Kunpeng didn't play her, and he even felt as if something was missing in his life......

But in the next second, a familiar big hand touched her little head, and Feng Wu'er suddenly felt that her life was complete.

The reflexive Feng Wu'er tilted her little head again, but she didn't expect that the familiar big hand was not playing her brainstorm, but pressed on her little head, rubbing her dark hair lovingly, and suddenly Feng Wu'er squinted her eyes with satisfaction like a cat being stroked by the owner, and her whole body was trembling slightly as if she had been electrified......

Jiang Hanxue really likes this little Lori, compared to this loyal, superb martial arts and death-defying Feng Wu'er, her embarrassed and pitiful and angry sister is warm, what else can she do but sell cute?

Pushing the star-eyed Feng Wu'er behind him, Jiang Hanxue stepped forward and saluted the master of instinct with her fists in the same way as little Lori: "Thank you Master Instinct for saving your life, Master Instinct is a monk who has attained Taoism, so he shouldn't be like a child, right?" ”

I've seen it like a kid! I'm—the master of instinct clasped his hands together and said solemnly: "Little donor Murong said with a smile, by the way, does Little Donor Murong know where that scarecrow came from just now?" ”

"I don't know, please ask the master of instinct to advise!" Jiang Hanxue said, Feng Wu'er's starry eyes flashed behind her: I like the appearance of the chief public Lixian corporal and shameless questioning, it really has the style of a king, mighty and domineering......

"Little Lord Murong should have heard of Nanyang's [Head Lowering Technique], it is a mysterious and powerful [Witchcraft], since the [End of the World], the Head Lowering Technique has also become more powerful, and the old man believes that this scarecrow was sent by the Head Lowering Master!"

The Instinct Master frowned and said, "After the end of the world, my Huaxia can be described as a dominant company on the earth!"

"Huaxia martial arts are invincible in the world, when the mutant beasts are rampant, the earthlings can still huddle together for warmth, and now the base has been rebuilt, the mutant beasts are blocked out of the base, there are too many peaceful days, and my Huaxia is already hated by other countries!

"The strong people of other countries usually have friction with our Chinese warriors, but they are only undercurrents and dare not see the light.

"I didn't expect this group of Nanyang head descenders to dare to make waves in my hinterland of China, and even shot twice in a row at my Luoyang Martial Arts University!

"It's tolerable, it's unbearable! Lao Wei will definitely report to Shaolin and the country, so that this group of Nanyang head lowerers will not come back! ”

Nanyang Head Lowering ......

Doomsday......

Earth......

Mutant Beast ......

Jiang Hanxue's head was about to explode when she heard this, the amount of information in this sentence of the master of instinct was a bit large, and she knew too little about the earth, so she could only memorize it by rote first, and then find an honest person to ask these things clearly when she had a chance in the future.

The instinctive master's deeply sunken eyes stared fixedly at "Murong Kunpeng": "Murong Little Donor, since you have been met twice in a row, it is conceivable that the target of this group of Nanyang Head Descending Masters is you, I don't know what Murong Little Donor is going to do?" ”

Before Jiang Hanxue could speak, Feng Wu'er was anxious first, and immediately took a step forward and said to Jiang Hanxue with both hands and fists: "Lord, the matter has come to this, and the last general is willing to return to the palace!" ”

Escort back to the palace, a ghost! The master of instinct was powerless to complain: It's been more than 1,600 years since this happened, and you still mention your Great Yan Kingdom? The sky is full of planes, the streets are full of computers, what time is it, wake up!

"No!" Of course, Jiang Hanxue couldn't leave here easily, so where else could she go to find a place with heavy yin qi to practice? Jiang Hanxue refused Feng Wu'er without hesitation: "I won't go back, I want to stay here to go to school!" ”

The instinct master lifted his eyelids, and his eyes stared at Jiang Hanxue in the darkness: "Little donor Murong, there is still something unknown about the old man-in the middle of the night, why are you here?" ”