Mu teased Wang Sheng for a while, and waited until it was dark to see Fan running back panting.

I don't know where he went, it took so long.

"Meat! Meat! Fragrant meat! ”

He was elated, a palm-sized piece of milky white flesh clutched in his arms.

This meat is very small, not as big as their palm, but only the size of Wang Sheng's palm.

The fruits of more than 300 days of labor in exchange for such a small piece of meat?

"Ouch, here comes the meat!" Old Wumu took the meat, carefully tore it open, and stuffed it into Wang Sheng's mouth.

The meat tastes completely different from before, like sashimi, and has a strange fragrance.

Just looking at it, Wang Sheng unconsciously secreted saliva and began to chew heavily.

With delicious, moreover, after eating warm all over.

He opened his mouth to eat another one, but was too embarrassed to speak.

"You can't eat too much of this at once." As if discovering Wang Sheng's thoughts, the old witch laughed.

"This is the meat of the demon general, if you eat too much, you can't fry it."

The meat of the demon general.

Wang Sheng couldn't help but swallow his saliva, a little shocked.

The demon generals of the desolation are not those ordinary demon generals in the mortal world.

According to records, the worst demon generals in this period were also immortals, and they were generally earth immortals.

He actually ate fairy meat just now?

Can you eat too much fairy meat? Even if you take a bite, you will be strangled to death!

He just ate a little bit, how terrifying is this energy?

Sure enough, even the same amount of flesh energy that I don't know how long the immortal qi has been dissipated is extremely violent.

Wang Sheng found that his stomach was like swallowing a bomb, and an endless stream of energy exploded, and the quality of this energy was so high that it could not be diluted at all.

God, he's a human, not a witch, and he's going to die if he goes on like this!

There is very little immortal energy, and it is thin, but it is fluttering, and it subconsciously does not enter the Dao base.

In the next one, Daoji trembled violently, and was hit by the immortal qi, and began to have a tendency to shatter.

Is this a blessing in disguise?

Wang Sheng was surprised, and then his face was full of joy, and he watched the immortal qi flow endlessly, hitting the Daoji and scattering.

If it weren't for the fact that it was so thin that it could be, I am afraid that Wang Shengdaoji and Jin Dan would be smashed together.

The road foundation is full of potholes, cracks are dense, and a touch of brilliant gold can be faintly seen.

This is the golden pill, the immortal golden pill.

But it seemed that the follow-up was weak, and the immortal qi actually completely dissipated, turning into pure energy and rushing into the golden pill from the gap.

Here, the two witches stared at Wang Sheng without blinking at this time, and only then did they relax when the energy eaten by Wang Sheng was consumed.

"It's all your fault!"

Mu slapped Fan's thigh and slapped the latter's teeth:

"I didn't take a look at the meat first, I took it before the fairy qi dispersed, we almost hurt this child."

"Fortunately, fortunately, this kid is very talented, so he didn't get hurt."

Speaking of this, Mu's face was delighted: "You have found a treasure, I see, you can send it to study after raising it for a period of time." ”

"Little doll, what's your name?" Mu teased Wang Sheng with his fingers, apparently treating him as a real child.

"......" Wang Sheng opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Called Wang Sheng? Such a strange name, aren't you afraid of arousing suspicion?

Called the Dao Xuanqing? I'm afraid this is also suspicious.

He rolled his eyes, and it turned out that Mu and Fan were the same word, so he simply called one word.

"Ao!"

He tried his best to pretend he didn't understand anything, and replied softly.

"Green?"

The two witches looked at each other and shook their heads, obviously not knowing which tribe they came from.

The twelve tribes of the Wu tribe, Dijiang, Jumang, Zhurong, Beishou, Gonggong, Xuanming, Houtu, Qiangliang, Candle Jiuyin, Tianwu, Xizi, and Lubi Corpse.

Under the big tribes, there are countless sub-tribes that dominate the land.

Wang Sheng's name is not among the symbols of any tribe.

For example, wood is the rule of the ancestor of Jumang, and everything related to wood belongs there.

And Brahma is homophonic with burning, and he is a person from the tribe of Zhu Ronghuo.

It's just that, with intermarriage and spreading across the land, many small tribes are formed by different witches.

Wang Sheng's Qing, if you really want to count it, it should be under the jurisdiction of Jumang Zuwu.

Green linen, verdant vegetation.

But the knowledge of these two witches is obviously not so extensive, so they adopted Wang Sheng in a grand manner.

The demon general's meat king Sheng eats a little every day to crush Daoji.

It's just that the more time passes, the less immortal energy there is, and in the end, although the Dao Ji is full of broken lines, it is almost a little bit uncracked.

Wang Sheng usually stayed in the house, and during the day Fan and Mu ran out, and only ran back out of breath at night.

He noticed that Fan's shoulders were red and swollen, and he didn't know what to do.

And Mu was covered in dew, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Wang Sheng guessed that they were looking for the black thing.

Here, Wang Sheng stayed for a full year.

The two witches went out during the day and came back at night, and they never broke off.

The Wu clan has a strong physique, there is no sickness or not sickness, they ran out, and Wang Shengbai was left bored.

That's not how life is spent.

He used his spiritual power to impact the Dao Ji every day, hoping that one day he could be molded into a golden pill.

Unfortunately, the last bit of construction is that it does not fall apart, and it cannot be washed away no matter what.

He is like a pine and cypress on a cliff, like a rock under a waterfall.

"It takes a powerful and precise blow!"

In the end, Wang Sheng was so sure.

The power of the two witches is definitely enough.

But Wang Sheng didn't expect them to break Daoji for themselves.

Let's not talk about whether they will agree or not, if the power is not well controlled, it will be a ruined existence.

Don't look at them jumping up and down on the desolate land, and the trees on the ground don't move much.

This is the high level of the rules of the desolate world, if you go to the earth, it is almost a rage of mountains and tsunamis and a joy of the world.

Everything is related to the limitations of heaven and earth.

Like Wang Sheng, the Gengjin Dao pattern and the sharpness of the Xuan Sword fragment can cut through the stone here.

Moreover, it is the kind that does not contain mines.

At this moment, the treehouse that had been picked up was snapped open, and the two witches returned with exhaustion.

"Come back, Mu, Fan."

Wang Sheng greeted him, and this year he fully manifested himself, and finally convinced the two witches that he did not need the protection of swaddling clothes.

However, situations such as going out of the treehouse to blow the wind outside are never allowed.

"Qing, are you good today."

Mu Shangqian picked up Wang Sheng and teased him.

Wang Sheng has rejected such behavior many times, claiming that he is an adult and does not need to be taken care of.

But, it didn't work! They think that Wang Sheng's body type is a child, no matter how much he says that he is an adult, he is naughty and a joke.

God, Wang Sheng wanted to cry without tears, he had the illusion that he had strayed into a mental hospital.

In a mental hospital, no matter how much you say you're not sick, you'll only be more considered mentally ill.

(End of chapter)