"That guy didn't fall to his death, did he? I haven't gotten up yet. "Simer has a sword in one hand and fluorescent stone in the other

"He was stunned when he was brought out of the cabin, and he hasn't woken up yet? This guy is so cowardly. ”

The little male dragon finally swallowed the dragon food vigorously, flew in front of the demon cultivator and blew at him.

"Ahhh Seniors, spare your life! Ask your seniors to spare their lives! Don't eat me! Don't eat me! I'm too skinny, I'm not tasty! There are so many delicious humans on the treasure ship, there must be something that suits the taste of the predecessors! Don't eat me! Don't eat me! The demon cultivator who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead jumped up from the ground screaming, kneeling and kowtowing.

"Look, alive, right?" Xiao Gonglong shook his head and swung his tail back to Lu Xiaoman's left shoulder.

Simer walked over with his sword in his hand, the blade unsheathed, and the tip of the sword reached under the opponent's chin to lift the face.

"Raise your head and let me see what you look like?"

The slightest sword qi coming from the blade of the sword made this demon cultivator know that he was ambushed by the sword cultivator, although he didn't beg for mercy, he couldn't help but tremble.

With the glow of fluorescent stone, Simer still saw an old face, but not to the extent that it was about to be extended.

"Hey, is this what you really are?"

"No, it's not ......"

"Show me your real face."

"No, no, no, my real face is not good-looking, I don't want to get dirty...... Dirty the little boy's face. "I haven't studied how the demon cultivator should be called normally when he encounters a sword cultivator, so he can only bring it vaguely.

"That's not good, people say that demon cultivators always like to deal with filthy things, and it will inevitably affect their appearance after a long time, I have to see if you look good."

"Huh?!" Mo Xiu shrank his shoulders and shuddered, "Isn't the little boy having any habits?" ”

"Well, you're right, I like men with good facial features and flawless skin."

"Little boy......" The unlucky demon cultivator kowtowed again, begging for mercy with a crying voice, "...... Little boy, spare me, don't make fun of me, your sword cultivation jokes are not funny at all. ”

"That's okay, selling magic cultivation medicine incense privately in Xuntianfang City, the sin is unforgivable, let's die."

As soon as Xi Mo's spiritual power was sent, the sword qi on the sword body skyrocketed, and the unlucky demon cultivator screamed in fright, and retreated again and again with his hands on the ground.

"Spare your life! Spare your life! I wash my face! I wash my face! I wash my face! Exercise restraint! ”

Xi Mo slightly retracted his spiritual power, and his sword qi converged.

"Okay, hurry up and wash your face, and spare you a little more time if I'm satisfied."

The unlucky demon cultivator whimpered and condensed the water balloon with the lowest-level water talisman, mixed it with medicinal powder, and then wiped it on his face, and really wiped off some color, and after rinsing it with water a few times, he revealed his true face.

He was a middle-aged man with good facial features, and the corners of his eyes already had fine lines, but he was much younger than his previous two faces.

"Why do you like to pretend to be old when you're so young?"

"Because if you accidentally clash with someone, at most you will be scolded twice, and no one will be as knowledgeable as the old monk who is about to reach the limit, and I am a demon cultivator, so be careful."

"Well, there's some truth to that." Xi Mo turned slightly and shouted behind him, "Little junior sister, come, let's see if this person is still satisfied?" ”

"Little boy, what do you want to do?" The unlucky demon cultivator, who was shocked and frightened for a while, only then did he find that there was a little girl standing in the dark behind this young sword cultivator.

"I'm going to sell you."

"I sell alcohol and medicine, not my body!" The unlucky demon cultivator screamed again, holding his hands in his arms, like a little woman who was being bullied.

"If you don't sell yourself, you'll die."

With a swing of the sword in his hand, Simmer brushed the ground and picked the opponent's chin, and the tip of the sword pierced his throat.