Maybe the demeanor is nothing after the dignity is gone, the laughing sword blunt who has been awake for a short time has cut Mei Yuxue into several piles of meat in an almost late way, and the conspirator who knew that he couldn't live calmed down before he died, and made a hard "haha" twice, expressing his malice, no matter how miserable he died, it was just dead, and the sister of the laughing sword blunt would be worse than dead in the days to come, for him, this news was the most precious funeral item. A poet once said that if some people live, others should not want to live. This is very true, this kind of person is called Bichi in the West, and it is called a slut in the East.

Misfortune is a stack of white silver under the thighs, and on the head are golden stars, if there is no poisoning of the laughing sword...... It's a pity that there was never an if. Human dignity is both heavy and light. For Mei Yuxue, it is lighter than Hongmao, and for Xiaojian Blunt, it is heavier than Taishan. Woe alone and Kyushu do their best to maintain the dignity of their friends, so they use a sealed carriage as a laughing sword blunt solitary residence, and many times, the pity of friends is often more hurtful than the ridicule of outsiders.

In order to reduce some damage to the body, Woe Lone turned the laughing sword into a laughing book, after all, women are more tolerant in this regard. It's all men who have the wind, aren't they?

There were only a few surviving horses in the convoy, and the people died so much that only one monk was left to kill the Buddha and not a single Buddha, but Woe Lone had no intention of finding someone to help carry these valuable belongings in the first place. Manipulated by the nerves, the warm corpse became the best labor. As long as it can supply oxygen, connect to the nerves to give instructions, and provide some energy, whether the head is not a necessary condition for the body to be able to move, so just like a zombie out of the cage, a bunch of fragmented, crooked humanoid animals pull the carriage on the mountain road with difficulty.

Kyushu went around to reconnoiter and guard, and there was no one to talk to, and he had no desire to chat, lying on the roof of the carriage, thinking about how to cure the blunt sword.

The forbidden means of body reconstruction and brain replacement have been taken out and used, but unfortunately it has no effect. That kind of Gu poison directly acts on the brain, that is to say, if you want to solve this problem with direct surgical techniques, then you have to cut open the blunt brain of the laughing sword, and find small insects dozens of times smaller than fleas one by one, and there is no guarantee that these insects will not run around.

Another plan is to burn the brains of the laughing sword with radiation, to see if the worm can be roasted to death before the blunt brain of the laughing sword is broken, but the vitality of the worm in the bitter realm is far beyond the imagination of the disaster alone, and the laughing sword is blunt and does not have the physique of humans in the disaster area, this plan has also been abandoned.

So there is nothing to be done about it. At present, there are four other plans that have been discussed, which seem to be many, but in fact they are not realistic. The first is naturally to find the sail or the flow against the sea, but the hardship is so great, and the mother who has been alone in disaster has not been able to write a word for so many years.

The second is to let the laughing sword blunt realm break through to the level of the near god and complete the energyization of the whole person. Except for the freak of Woe Lone Walking, the rest of the gods can survive by relying on pure energy. But the difficulty of this plan, don't mention it!

The third method is similar to the second, if the Demon Confession Pool is not destroyed, Woe Lone can use the Demon Confession Pool to transform the laughing sword into an evil spirit.

As for the fourth type, although it sounds very unreliable, but if you think about it carefully, it is actually the most feasible, that is, to find a master of magic, draw out the soul of the laughing sword, whether it is reincarnated or "born" by the calamity alone, this problem can be solved. But the master of magic, this is more difficult to find than a martial arts master.

The thumb was pushed up, and the amber wine flowed out and disappeared into the bottomless pit of the mouth of the Woe Alone. He really wants to get drunk now, but "drunk" is also an extremely luxurious enjoyment. Who has really been presumptuous for a while? It doesn't count if you're drenched.

The road I am taking now is not leading to a deserted city, and if there is no cure for the root cause, it is not bad to treat the symptoms, so I decided to go to the most prosperous town here to find a medicinal herb for Xiaojian Blunt, a medicinal herb called "woman". If you keep holding it back, something big will happen.

As for finding a man, let's blunt the laughing sword.

Xiao Jian is a person with a conscience, and Woe Lone is a principled person, so they can all be regarded as good people. Therefore, although they are now poor and only have money left, they don't want to find a good family or anything. The technician in the senior club has become the only choice. All of this made Xiaojian blunt extremely painful, because he felt that it was a betrayal, to himself, and to those who liked him. But if you die, it will be a deeper damage. Therefore, sometimes, it is also a kind of happiness to be able to die without worries, as if you never came.

Money and people, the corpse pulling the cart, these three things cannot be exposed. So there was still a long way to go from the town, so I went alone with a burden of gold to find the red light area, and by the way, I bought some calming and sleeping medicines.

Gold is a magical thing, as long as it is still "gold", even if it grows like a poop, it has to be recounted. So Woe Duxing melted a few gold ingots, with traces of the deer park on them, and pinched a gold belt.

Thanks to the life experience provided by the second brother, he flew straight to the center of the town and carefully observed the bustling crowd. He is looking for a type of person, whose most striking characteristics are: dressed as either rich or expensive, with the smell of alcohol on his body, his feet are vain, and he looks either inexplicably depressed or inexplicably excited. The second brother of this kind of person gave an incisive abbreviation: the son of a loser.

If nothing else, if you just enjoy it, it's not wrong to look for them. As for why the second brother is so clear, because the second brother has also had such an experience. From a gold cave called the Silver Hook Gambling House, Woe Lone successfully caught a son, and only used two pieces of gold to make him a copy of the gambling money, he shook off the information of all the green buildings and Oiran in this city, as for the time when the Woe Lone said that he would not charge interest, the boy who lost only a pair of silk underwear was moved to shout Woe Lone Dad. However, if there is such a son, I am afraid that the probability of being killed by one palm is relatively high. So the mistresses of some big people, some of the so-called high-level secret prostitutes in the city who don't sell anything, and even this son's own personal maid were all told by him.

For no other reason, just when Woe Lone was thinking about it, the two pieces of gold became the dealer's house, and later Woe Lone estimated that if he didn't leave, he would be able to introduce his mother to himself. While feeling sad for this Qin Gongzi's father, he hurriedly got rid of this rotten gambler and went straight to a secluded bamboo forest in the city.

Sitting alone in the secluded grate, playing the piano and howling. People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures. I really don't know how Wang Wei will feel when he sees this place called "Zhuli Pavilion". Touching the gold bar in his hand, Woe walked in alone, a very tasteful woman half leaning on a bamboo wine shelf, swallowing hookah, Woe alone sniffed carefully, came to the right place.