He Cheng turned around and left in style,

How could a banshee with level 46 strength dance for a few ordinary people, according to the temperament of the dryads who love to eat the essence of human flesh and blood, these people will definitely have to become humans.

A small poisonous scorpion fell from his cuff and crept into the crack in the stone, continuing to stare at it.

"Beauty, don't jump"

Seeing He Cheng's figure disappear, the six-fingered man with a mustache and a headscarf on his head quickly stood up and pulled Xiaoxue to sit down.

"Why don't you make out with me!"

Xiaoxue smiled like a flower, and when she was grabbed by her hand, she accidentally stepped on a stone and crashed into Liuzhi's arms.

However, his eyes were looking at the direction He Cheng left.

The sound of breathing in the ears is coarse like lack of oxygen.

Seven or eight people in the caravan gathered, their faces were red from the firelight, their necks were tense and bruised, and their eyes were all on Xiaoxue, some stared at her breasts, some looked at her willow waist, and some paid attention to her little feet.

"Line up for Lao Tzu!"

The six-fingered eyes were red, his hands were holding Xiaoxue, and the beauty was running on the fire of his heart.

Several other people didn't want to lose face in front of the beauty, and they were about to slash the knife with the green tendons on their necks.

"Defeated!" The old man with the pole and the smoking gun crouched in front of the horse.

Grab a handful of hay and feed it to the horses, spit on a cigarette.

"Alas"

I only heard Xiaoxue sigh faintly.

"Mobilize your lust and anger, why is blood still cold iceman?"

She turned around and flicked her white sleeves, like a snow cloud on the edge of the winter sky, and the cold instantly enveloped several people in the caravan.

But in the blink of an eye, a group of people stiffened into popsicles, skates hanging on their chins and elbows, so big.

The old man who smoked grabbed the hay and was stunned, covered his mouth and rolled in the horse manure, and plunged into the haystack.

It wasn't until the white-clothed banshee broke through the air and flew away that the old man crawled out of the haystack in a hurry, and finally hid in a large box that hit the silk, and the box was thick, even if the cold swept over, it was not cold.

The scorpion under the crack in the stone happened to see it, and after a while, Luo Zhiqiu actually came.

Seeing that he had caught up with the caravan, Luo Zhiqiu was overjoyed, but when he got closer, he found that the caravan had become an iceman!

In the distance, a white shadow slowly floated in the sky, and he also hid in the box in a panic, collided with the old man covered in horse dung, and shouted an uncontrollable "ah" in his voice.

It just so happened that the banshee Xiaoxue flew in.

When he saw a living person, he was about to turn him into a popsicle, but seeing his face, Xiaoxue instead pressed Luo Zhiqiu into the box and covered the box for him.

"Don't come out!"

Luo Zhiqiu only knew how to nod, it was best not to come out.

A demonic aura rushed down from the top of his head, and the black cloud above his head was also pressed down four or five feet, as if he could hit his head on tiptoe.

A graceful and luxurious old woman with a banshee floated in the direction from which Xiaoxue came.

"Grandma"

"Hmm!" The old woman spoke, and the male and female voices overlapped.

"Why are you arresting these unkind people? Their hearts are darker than demons! Blood is cold! ”

"Aren't they all alive? Xiaoxue doesn't understand the difference."

Grandma sighed, "You build a nest under the eaves of the living, but don't forget that you are a demon, demons are different from humans, and people are just our rations!" ”

"Xiaoxue knows"

"Don't look for these cold-blooded people for me in the future"

The dryad grandmother opened her mouth, her tongue was as flexible as a python, piercing into the body of one iceman after another, and with a sharp thrust, the flesh and blood of the big living person were emptied, and what fell out of the broken ice was a human skin wrapped in bones.

After absorbing enough flesh and blood, the face of the tree demon grandmother was obviously much better.

"I'm going to retreat for 7749 days, and the injuries left by the battle with Feng Qingtian can be much better, don't give me trouble during this time."

The dryad grandmother turned her head to look at the banshee beside her, "Xiaoshuang, you have to listen to your sister more, you know?" ”

"Yes, grandma," the little banshee agreed with a cold face.

Grandma Dryad nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly her face changed, "There are still living people!" ”

His gaze was like a sword pointing at the wooden box.

Xiaoxue's face also changed, "Grandma, I'll help you take a look!" ”

She was about to make a move, but Xiao Shuang beside the tree demon grandmother was one step faster than her, and her long sleeves were like spears flying out, and "poof" penetrated the wooden box, and when she pulled it back, the white cloud sleeves were dyed blood red.

"Don't be sloppy in the future!"

The tree demon grandmother left in a hurry, and after a few words, she flew away, leaving only Xiaoxue with a bad face.

After the two demons left, she opened the wooden box, but found that Luo Zhiqiu was still alive and well, and it was another old man who had long been hidden in the box.

I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart.

"Aunt, girl" Luo Zhiqiu bit the back of the hand and the teeth were red, so he didn't shout.

"Don't talk, follow me!"

The banshee grabbed Luo Zhiqiu and flew away in the opposite direction of the tree demon's grandmother's departure.

"Scholar Banshee, A Chinese Ghost Story"

He Cheng also walked over from the other side of the mountain, and the little scorpion climbed up and became a part of his body.

The A Chinese Ghost Story movie is too successful, which makes these ghost fox loves look like they all have the shadow of A Chinese Ghost Story.

Luo Zhiqiu is obviously Ning Caichen's script, and Xiaoxue and Xiaoqian are similar, but Honggu's beauty is different from Wang Zuxian's Youqian, each with its own beauty.

"However, the dryad is the most beautiful!"

He grinned, level 73 dryad, this is also to become an immortal!

The Dryad should not be more than a thousand or two thousand years old.

"I'm going to settle your heart!"

He raised his sleeves and had one more flag.

The Xuanhuang Ghost Control Banner of the Caolu Monk was used by him to pretend to be red and carry it through.

"The sleeves are big, and the sun and the moon are long in the pot"

The sleeve can hold the heaven, the earth, the sun and the moon, and in the Journey to the West, the Wuzhuang Temple, there is a Daxian Town Yuanzi who will put the Tang monk and apprentice into the sleeve.

The real magic power can catch the sun and the moon, but his fake spell can only be used as a storage bag spell.

"The Master"

The red fluttered beside He Cheng, with light makeup and no makeup, not the demon Zhang Susu.

"Go to the outside world to inquire about the tree demon grandma in Montenegro, and what kind of Feng Qingtian, in short, ask as much news as there is"

Yan Hong also picked up her own task, knowing that she almost delayed the big event last time, and left immediately after receiving the task this time.

Three steps and one demon, five steps and one demon.

News and intelligence is the first point, He Chengmang, not stupid.

Although he put the Dryad Grandma on the list of slaughter, he didn't like to do loss-making business, so he couldn't move the Dryad, so he could only wait for the conversation to hear who Feng Qingtian was, and then think about whether he could use his strength to slaughter the Dryad.

So he simply went out on the river, sat on a small boat, and flipped through the corpse Buddhist scriptures.

Tens of millions of people become zombies, undestructible believers, and thousands of ancient corpse Buddhas.

It's also quite interesting.

On this day, he sat on the bow of the boat and let the wooden boat drift down the river.

The sun pierced through the fog and fell on the bow of the ship.

"Boatman! Boatman! Ask you something! ”

He Cheng raised his head when he heard the voice, and there was a big battle.

In front of him, there were twelve gold-armored generals holding swords across the horses, driving the swords in their left hands and pulling the reins in their right hands.

The horseshoe made of fine iron has a few lines of small characters on the side.

There were also twelve guards in the back, and in the middle was a carriage covered with a blue brocade curtain.

The three white horse-drawn carriages without miscellaneous hair look spacious.

The sound was a head poking out of the curtain of the carriage.

It's an old man with a smiling face, "Excuse me, how to get to Gujian Villa?" ”

"Haven't been"

Whether he was a rich man or an official in the imperial court, he didn't care about it.

If it weren't for the ineffectiveness of the blood of the living, these people would have become dried corpses long ago.

"Boy! Do you know that my family is the current Imperial Court Military Department Shangshu Fu Tianqiu, Master Fu! "The chariot chaser bowed his hand to the north, "It is your honor to ask you!" ”

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