Chapter 892: Immortal Cultivation World
The solid ground suddenly turned into a swamp, and a huge hand stretched out from the churning muddy water, directly dragging the man in Tsing Yi to the ground.
He only had time to let out a wail before he was swallowed up by the earth.
Everything was calm in an instant, as if nothing had happened.
"That's it? Also come to rob? Ling Kun shook his head disdainfully.
Several Qiankun bags and a cyan sword appeared on the ground.
He picked it up and handed it to Li Jinjin without looking at it.
"Looks like a veteran." The eyes and lines of the four or five Qiankun bags are different.
"Open it and see, what's inside?" Ling Kun approached curiously
She didn't open the bag, but threw it on the ground again: "Bury it back." ”
"Why?"
"It's stolen goods, what if someone frames these people for robbery from us?"
Li Jinjin snorted coldly, she couldn't look down on these things: "You took something, and you can't tell it clearly with a long mouth." ”
Ling Kun nodded again and again: "Makes sense." ”
Mengte half-opened his mouth and didn't say a word, waiting until the Qiankun bag was buried.
Only then did he speak: "Brother Li, what do you two do, how can you kill people so skillfully?" ”
"It's not killing, it's called self-preservation." Ling Kun laughed: "We never hurt others casually, unless someone doesn't open their eyes." ”
The rest of the time, Maute became much more apprehensive.
He looked left and right several times, trying to escape, but was stopped by Li Jinjin.
There was no way, so he had to take the two of them to Dushanzhai. And Shun
The scenery is beautiful, the rice fields are patchy, the mountains are gently undulating, the air is faintly fragrant with flowers, and the small village next to the mountain and water looks pleasant.
As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the village, I met several young men: "Brother Meng, you are back, my sister-in-law is very anxious at home, you should go back quickly." ”
Without further ado, the three of them hurried to the village.
Mengte's home is very simple, with a bamboo fence and a flock of chickens in the yard, cooing non-stop.
There is a small vegetable patch on the left, where beans climb vines and just bear fruit.
Pushing open the wooden door, a woman with a beautiful face greeted her, she looked so anxious that she didn't even notice that there was someone behind Mengte.
"Xianggong, you should hurry up and take a look, Xiaopeng...." A string of fire bubbles appeared on her lips, her face was as white as paper, and she couldn't even say a whole sentence.
"Don't worry." Mengte hurriedly walked to the back room, lifted the curtain, and a bitter smell of soup wafted out.
In the center of the bed, a little boy of seven or eight years old was lying.
The whole body was black, his head was swollen like a steamed bun, and he couldn't hear the breath of breath at all.
"Xiaopeng, what's wrong with you?" Meng Te pinched his son's arm and shook it carefully: "I brought the doctor back, you bear with it." ”
As soon as she entered the room, she used her true qi to check the little boy's condition and came up with an answer, he was basically hopeless.
A strange poison soaked his heart, and the bright red blood turned a pale green.
This poison seemed to have life, and it retreated as soon as it touched Li Jinjin's true qi.
She already knew the plan of the poison, and soon the child's body would inflate like a balloon and finally explode.
If the venom is infected again, the whole village will die.
Who created such a vicious venom? Her heart moved, and she had to take it back to her mother.
"Brother Li, how is it?" Maute asked.
"It's hard to say." Li Jinjin shook his head: "How long has he been like this?" ”