"Hiss!" Of course not, if those cauliflower snakes see me being crushed under the ass by humans, how will I still mess around on this mountain in the future?

Xin Shao touched the jade bracelet, not wanting to entangle with it more: "Carry us out, or...... Die here. ”

The soft and soft little milk sound made Xiaoqing curl up in a ball all of a sudden, as uncomfortable as if someone had choked seven inches.

This female doll is poisonous! More venomous than a viper!

“…… Hiss! "The dying little green has teary eyes, I'm carrying, can't I carry it?

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Meanwhile.

Tang Tang didn't see Meixin go back to the Martial Killing Hall for a long time, and ran to Wen Xinzhai again, but learned that Elder Wen and Wen Killing Seventh Son were not there, and Xin Shao didn't go back.

Tang Tang was so anxious that he ran to the Baicao Pavilion to ask for Elder Yao.

But she didn't even have the qualifications to see Elder Wu as the last martial artist, let alone the other elders? As soon as he arrived at the Baicao Pavilion, he was stopped by the black and white medicine boy guarding the door.

Tang Tang couldn't get in, but he didn't leave, so he stood at the door, spinning in place like an ant on a hot pot.

During this period, Bai Yaotong persuaded a few words, but she didn't listen.

It wasn't until the black medicine boy said lightly, "Let's go, even if you wait until dawn, it is impossible for Elder Medicine to see you", Tang Tang cried urgently.

At first, it was just a small whimper, but later it became more and more fierce, resounding throughout the Hundred Grass Pavilion, directly alarming Medicine Elder Mo Ting, and this was the turning point.

The vestibule of the Hundred Grass Pavilion.

Two teenagers and a little girl stood straight, waiting for Mo Ting's arrival.

"If my brother and I are punished by the elders for this, I can't spare you!" The black medicine boy glared at Tang Tang viciously.

Tang Tang lowered his head, and tears fell down one by one as if they were worthless: "Woo...... I'm sorry...... I, I didn't mean to......"

"Okay, what are you scaring her for? After all, it's not you who make people cry? Bai Yaotong said lightly.

The black medicine boy originally wanted to say more, but he glanced at his brother lightly and held back: "Hmph! ”

"Woo ......"

Bai Yaotong glanced at the little man who was still crying, took out a dark handkerchief from his arms and handed it over: "Don't cry, Elder Yao doesn't like people crying." ”

It was a white and pure hand, gentle and beautiful.

Tang Tang was stunned, and his tears were stuck in his eyes and forgot to fall.

When the black medicine boy saw it, he snorted coldly: "Do you dare to take the handkerchief given by your brother?" ”

Tang Tang's hand trembled, and he heard Bai Yaotong lower his voice: "Black Hell." ”

The black underworld snorted and turned his face away.

"Thank you." Tang Tang lowered his head, timidly took the handkerchief, and wiped his face twice.

"Wu Yan's disciples are really getting more and more promising, and they dare to cry in front of the old man's Baicao Pavilion in the middle of the night." A vigorous voice suddenly sounded with a slight mockery, three points thick and seven points cold.

Hei Ming and Bai Xu immediately bowed their heads and said respectfully, "Elder Yao." ”

"Hmm." Mo Ting glanced at the three of them, then paced to the upper seat, and a medicine attendant followed behind him to pour tea and water.

Tang Tang trembled all over, but thinking of Xin Shao's uncertain life and death, he clenched his fists again, he couldn't be timid or retreat at this time.

"Say, you are the last little martial artist, why do you have to see the old man?" Mo Ting put down the tea bowl, an old face with a childish face, and his momentum was not threatening and angry, "Think about it clearly, don't be a trivial matter as big as a sesame mung bean." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw the little girl kneeling on the ground with a puff: "Elder Yao, please save Xin Shao!" ”