The Rakshasa King is not a doctor, but in the early years when he was a companion in Sikong Mansion, he learned some in various fields, so he came into contact with a lot of medicinal materials, although the long years have passed, he has long forgotten what his husband taught, but the basic acumen is still there, this bottle of pills, not the ones he has eaten in the past.

The Rakshasa King's face instantly turned cold, and he looked at the Sang family master who was groveling in front of him, and a powerful coercion emanated.

The head of the Sang family had a pain in his back and his knees were weak, and he knelt down involuntarily, he understood that the ancestor recognized the difference in the elixir, but he was not panicked, he arched his hand and explained: "Qi Yu Ancestor, this is a newly developed wound medicine by the pharmacist in the house, which can not only quickly treat your internal injuries, but also moisten the lungs and invigorate qi, dispel dampness and relieve pain, you have been practicing in the blood pool for many years, although your martial arts are high, but you also have some sequelae." ”

This is the truth, the perennial dark and damp environment has indeed left some illnesses on the Rakshasa King's body, but this kind of illness is nothing to martial arts practitioners, and the Rakshasa King has never taken this to heart.

The head of the Sang family was hearted, not for anything else, but for him to pull the ancestor back to his camp through his filial piety and filial piety.

The Rakshasa King was naturally suspicious, and no matter how sincere Rao is the head of the Sang family, he still threw a pill to the head of the Sang family, and let the head of the Sang family try the medicine himself.

The Sang family shook his head and sighed, picked up the pill on the ground and ate it.

The Rakshasa King waited for half an hour to make sure that the head of the Sang family was not poisoned, so he poured a wound medicine and took it.

The secret of immortality was originally a technique to restrain the blood demon skill, and the loss was to break through to the Rakshasa King, otherwise, he would have been hit hard by Sikong Ye one after another, and he would have died a long time ago.

The Rakshasa King has been lucky for a while, and although he has not fully recovered, his condition is much better than yesterday.

The head of the Sang family, who was protecting the Rakshasa King on the side, was secretly surprised, when he rushed to the vicinity of the forbidden place last night, he saw that the Rakshasa King was injured like that, and thought that the other party would definitely die, but unexpectedly, after only one night's work, he had already recovered more than halfway.

Although the medicine he offered to the Rakshasa King was good, it was not enough to have such a miraculous effect, and it seems that the legend that the Rakshasa King had an immortal body may not be just a legend.

When the little Rakshasa had never seen the red scenery outside, let it stay in the blood pool and it could stay, but now it is not, it jumped back and forth in the house a few times, always wanting to run out, but the Rakshasa King never let it out of his sight, finally, the little Rakshasa couldn't sit still, grabbed the Rakshasa King's sleeve, and dragged him out vigorously.

Seeing this, the head of the Sang family hurriedly echoed: "Ancestor, the weather is good today, why don't you come out for a walk." ”

I don't know if I was moved by the words of the head of the Sang family, or if I was dragged by the stubbornness of the little Rakshasa, in short, the Rakshasa King stood up and walked out of the house with the little Rakshasa .

But it would be naïve to think that the little Rakshasa was only content to go around the house.

The little Rakshasa dragged the Rakshasa King's sleeve and dragged it out of the house, dragging it out of the house!

"Is the little boy going out?" The head of the Sang family rolled his eyes, thinking about the win-loss situation after being bumped into by the master of the Sikong family, and came to the conclusion that the Sikong family could not defeat the ancestor, and the underworld city could go sideways!

The head of the Sang family prepared a carriage and invited the little Rakshasa and the Rakshasa King to go up.

The little Rakshasa jumped into the carriage happily, and when he saw that the Rakshasa King did not come up, he went down again and dragged him up.

The head of the Sang family rode a horse and accompanied him.

This ancestor is a first-class master of the underworld, so naturally there is no need for more guards to serve, they travel simply, and soon enter the most prosperous realm of the underworld.

The little rakshasa lifted the curtain, leaned on the window, and looked at the prosperity of the underworld.

Suddenly, it didn't know what it saw, and it chirped.

"Stop." The Sang family said.

The coachman stopped the carriage.

The little rakshasa flashed out and came to a vendor selling sugar gourds, and he jumped up and chirped and picked three strings of sugar gourds!

The peddler was busy with business at this time, and he didn't notice that his sugar gourd had been picked by a small thing: "...... Here, you take it, four strings in all. ”

The little black eggs took their own sugar gourds, two strings of small treasures, one string of two treasures and one string of two treasures.

"Thank you, little brother." Erbao said sweetly.

"Oh, that's good." The hawkers had fun.

Hey?

The little rakshasa who was about to get into the car heard a familiar voice, and he paused in small steps, leaned back, and looked at the little black eggs.

"Brother!" Xiao Bao also saw it, holding two strings of shiny sugar gourds, bypassed the vendor, and came to the little rakshasa.

Xiaobao handed it one of the strings of sugar gourds: "Here!" It's for you! ”

Dabao and Erbao also staggered over.

The two nodded their heads, indicating that they had bought them for him.

The little rakshasa looked at the string of sugar gourds that he bought for himself, and then looked at the three strings of sugar gourds in his hand that he had originally picked and planned to give to them in the Stygian Mountain, and the whole person was stunned all of a sudden.

"Brother, where have you been? Why don't you go home? Xiaobao asked crisply.

"We're going to look for you today." Erbao said softly.

The little rakshasa tilted his head, as if he didn't understand the meaning of the two people's words.

He handed them the sugar gourd in his hand.

At this time, the vendor found out that his sugar gourd had been picked by the doll, and the doll had not paid!

But it looks like they're all in this together?

When the peddler hesitated to settle the bill with the white-haired uncle, the Rakshasa King came domineeringly.

He restrained the breath of the Blood Rakshasa , but his face still unconsciously carried a shuddering aura of slaughter, and the peddler's legs and stomachs couldn't help but fight, and his intuition told him that the other party was not easy to mess with, and he asked the other party for money, and the result might be that the other party was looking for him to die.

The thought flashed, and the vendor hugged the grass and wood stick of the sugar gourd and fled in panic!

As soon as he fled, Sikong Ye, who was originally standing behind him and counting copper plates, was exposed under the nose of the Rakshasa King.

Sikong Ye felt that the number of copper plates was not quite right, he obviously brought a hundred copper plates, a string of ten cents for a sugar gourd, the boss said that the old customers, a string of cheaper cents, the fourth string only charged two cents, and a string returned to him for a penny, that is to say, he only gave twenty-seven wen, counting the two of the fourth string, how could it be that there were only twenty-nine wen, and where did one went?

Sikong Ye has one head and two big!

"Huh." As soon as the Rakshasa King saw him like this, he knew that he was confused again, who could have known that the number one master in the world would be an arithmetic idiot? Back then, his exam papers were all done by his companion!!

Sikong Ye heard the disdain of the Rakshasa King, narrowed his cold eyes, and raised his head.

Sikong Ye: "It's you?" ”

Rakshasa King: "Huh! ”

The four eyes are facing each other, and the murderous aura is about to explode!

The three little black eggs and the little rakshasa are exchanging their hard-won little friendship with sugar gourds, and they don't know that their parents have already faced each other murderously.

The little rakshasa gave the sugar gourd he picked to Xiao Youyou, and the three of them felt that they only gave their younger brother one string, but the younger brother gave them three strings, as if they took advantage of their younger brother, and the three of them hurriedly opened their pockets.

Xiaobao said: "Brother, what do you like, pick it yourself." ”

The four of them crouched down on the ground and began to share their little treasures.

Sikong Ye and the Rakshasa King rose into the air and swept onto the roof.

"Multi-...... Year...... No, you're still ...... Piece...... Idiot! King Rakshasa said defiantly.

Sikong Ye slapped it over: "You are the idiot!" ”

"Lian...... Bill...... None of ...... Clear. The Rakshasa King said disdainfully.

"You can't tell!" Sikong Ye said furiously.

The Rakshasa King avoided Sikong Ye's palm wind and said to Sikong Ye, "You...... Six-year-old ...... Time...... Your junior brother...... Target...... Year...... Age...... It's yours...... Half, you ...... Three...... Ten...... Stand...... Time...... You...... Bro...... How big? ”

"Fifteen! Needless to say! Sikong Ye threw another punch.

The Rakshasa King avoided again: "Twenty-seven, fool. ”

When he was six years old, his junior brother was half of him, didn't he say that his junior brother was three years old, and three years younger than him? When he was thirty, his junior brother, who was three years younger, would naturally be twenty-seven.

Sikong Ye, who finally figured it out, was so angry that his chest hurt, his old face turned red, he slapped again, and was locked by the Rakshasa King with a move, he was not in a hurry to break free, gritted his teeth and said: "You have a ship, there are fifteen maids on board, sixty guards, and three hundred catties of Xuantie, can you calculate the age of the owner of the ship based on these?!" ”

"I ...... It is...... Owner, age ...... It's still worth ...... Is it? King Rakshasa said calmly.

Sikong Ye's blood bar is crazy!

Ahhh This old immortal!

The Rakshasa King said, "On the tree...... Twenty ...... Fruit, let the wind ...... Scrape off ...... Half, after that...... Let you ...... again Pick off...... Halfway...... How many are left? ”

"There's nothing left!" Sikong Ye didn't want to say it.

The Rakshasa King said, "Wrong, there are five left." ”

“……”

Sikong Ye spat out a mouthful of old blood!!

.！！！

The two didn't fight for long, so they asked the little guys below to find out, and the first one to find was Xiaobao.

"Zuzu, what are you doing?" Xiaobao asked puzzledly, on the day the Rakshasa King killed the Dark Mountain, Xiaobao and his brothers were pressed under the table by Lao Cui before they could see the appearance of the Rakshasa King, so he didn't know the Rakshasa King, but he knew that the Rakshasa King was with the little brother, and he was the parent of the little brother.

With his shout, the Great Treasure, the Second Treasure, and the Little Rakshasa also looked in the direction of the roof.

The action of the two fighting is a meal.

The little rakshasa crossed his waist and said fiercely: "Quack, croak, croak!" ”

Erbao said earnestly: "Zuzu, can you understand something?" If we don't look at it for a while, you're going to get into a fight, and you're going to make it hard for us to do that. ”

The little rakshasa continued to be fierce: "Quack, croak, twitter!" ”

The two parents were stunned for a moment, and then Sikong Ye changed his face in a second, raised his arm, put it on the shoulder of the Rakshasa King, grinned, and showed a mouthful of small white teeth: "We're having fun!" ”

Rakshasa King: "......"

On shamelessness, it's still Sikong Ye!

The head of the Sang family thought that the Rakshasa King would take this opportunity to kill Sikong Ye, but unexpectedly, as soon as several children stirred up, they stopped fighting.

At this point, the head of the Sang family became more and more sure that the Rakshasa King did not have the same murderous intent towards Sikong Ye as before.

What the head of the Sang family didn't know was that just a moment before the two of them swept off the roof, the Rakshasa King whispered an appointment with Sikong Ye to fight: "Hades Mountain, Houhu, three days, Zi Shi." ”

This is a battle of life and death, he won't bring a little rakshasa, it's best for Sikong Ye not to bring a few little black eggs, he wants to compete with Sikong Ye until he dies!

"It's a deal." Sikong Ye responded to the battle.

The two fell back into the street without a trace and left with their dolls.

The head of the Sang family didn't know that the two had made an appointment for a battle of life and death, but he was only thinking in his heart that the Rakshasa King could no longer be used by the Sang family, and if it continued like this, he was afraid that the Sang family would be destroyed sooner or later.

That night, the head of the Sang family bought dozens of strings of sugar gourds and put them in the house of the Rakshasa King.

The little rakshasa liked it tightly, and jumped around on the bed with a sugar gourd.

Seeing that he liked it, the head of the Sang family asked someone to make sugar grapes and sugar oranges, and in addition, he also gave a lot of children's things.

When the Rakshasa King returned to the house after bathing, the little Rakshasa was riding on a wooden horse that was rocking back and forth.

It shook it so happily.

The Rakshasa King thought it was noisy, so he walked over and picked it up, but he didn't know what he had touched, and his fingertips hurt, and a bloodlet bead came out.

This little injury, the Rakshasa King didn't pay attention to it at all, but at night, when he was healing his injuries, he suddenly felt a cold breath coming out of his body, he wanted to suppress it hard, but it backfired, the muscles and veins in his body reversed, his chest seemed to be torn, and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood-

……

When the Rakshasa King regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a cold stone bed, his whole body tied, his hands and feet bound, his wrists slit, and his blood dripping from it.

And the little rakshasa was locked in an iron cage on the ground, lying motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

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