Chinese In the light that illuminated everything, the only well-dressed child did not speak, and there was a trace of pain in his light gray eyes, as if he was overdrawing his life to control the villagers.

For his lack of time, the uninvited descendants are also happy.

With a flick of her fingers, she put away the extreme fire that didn't need to continue to be lit, and she quickened her pace to bypass the villagers who were queuing up to hold the tree, and walked to the thorny molten tree that she had been thinking about.

Tilting his head slightly, the branches of the thorny molten tree were as green as green, as if they were not very old, and the small white fruits between the leaves were obviously not ripe.

With a faint seductive aroma, they are far from the hawthorn, but just a little bigger than the thumb cap.

With a long sigh of exhaustion, the fruit grew in vain under her gaze, and the villager who let out an unwilling sigh fell to the ground with a 'pop' of clothes, turning into a puff of ash from mid-air.

The physical body completely dissipated in an instant, and the villagers were annihilated as if they had never been to this world.

Yi Huang looked at everything that was happening in front of him, although his face was calm, but he was a little entangled in his heart.

Should I stop it? After all, the child who cast the spell looked extremely uncomfortable, and there was no extra strength to defend against her, as long as he stabbed him casually, he could save the remaining villagers.

But if this magic is interrupted, the rapidly ripening thorn melt will stop.

At the current size, natural maturity will have to wait at least another half a month, and in this not short time, I don't know how many more changes will occur.

Suddenly thought of the exorcism gate where Meng Qing was, if they wanted to successfully curse others, they needed to cast spells for seven consecutive days, and it was in these seven days of continuous spell casting that Meng Qing was almost killed by the other party.

She couldn't pin her hopes on an empty future, not to mention that she couldn't wait to resume her cultivation.

Always pinched and kneaded around like this, her once arrogant dignity had to cover her face and wail from time to time, although she could only recover half of her cultivation at most after eating the thorn melt fruit, but now she doesn't even have one-twentieth of what she used to be.

Being able to recover half of his cultivation out of thin air, this temptation is like a bowl of hot and delicious food, and just smelling it makes people drool.

She pursed her lips in embarrassment, until her lower lip hurt slightly, and she didn't decide what to do.

Why don't you just let this evil art that is harmful to people go unchecked...... Anyway, the villagers didn't seem to be in pain, and even a little comfortable, and she had never met them, so there was no reason to stand out, right?

Yihuang closed his eyes without wanting to look more, and at this time, the sense of justice in his heart seemed weak and weak, and he couldn't overcome his desire to restore his cultivation at all......

"Alas......"

The sigh was like a piercing heart, and he secretly said that they would soon be reincarnated, but they only lived less in this life, and repeatedly comforted themselves.

The continuous sigh lasted for I don't know how long, and when she silently recited the Sutra of Death to the fourth time, the lips of the silent chanting suddenly warmed, as if the soft and warm fingertips were gently rubbing, and the speed was extremely fleeting.

The descendant who had already opened the meat suddenly trembled in her heart, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the neatly dressed child, looking at him inexplicably, she couldn't be sure if it was this little man who kissed her just now.

Seeing that when she opened her eyes, there was no such thing as the shyness that a girl should have, the child tilted his head and groaned, and then an innocent smile bloomed from the corner of his lips: "Why is there no shyness? There are very few relatives in this seat. ”

The secret sentence is so informative, not to mention that she was really kissed just now, just the self-proclaimed 'seat' is enough for her to guess for a while.

She couldn't feel the child's breath, either because his essence had been depleted, or because the difference in strength between them was too far for her to assess his strength.

The trap is also a bird, could he be the one who gave her the jade plate? The ancients who love business and sweep goods everywhere to open shops?

But he is too young, only seven or eight years old, how can he negotiate business with people on an equal footing with this appearance? Is it all by force?

"It's just a young child, why should I be shy?" Too lazy to think about it, the phoenix turned his gaze to the thorny molten tree on the side.

At this time, the branches of the thorn molten tree were all bent, one by one, and they were heavy and full of ripe thorn molten fruits.

I don't know if it's because it was forcibly ripened through evil magic, those fruits didn't exude a fragrance that she couldn't control, or maybe the previous Hongli aroma was too tempting, so that the current genuine thorn melt fruit lost a lot.

"Want?" Following her gaze, the child's sleeve flicked and collected all the thorny molten fruits of the tree.

“…… Isn't there something wrong with you?! The scimitar condensed in the palm of her hand, and she endured it for a long time not to watch him do magic!

The blade slashed through the wind, and the descendant took the knife in his right hand and swiped it at the child's neck without hesitation.

The bundle of black hair fluttered and he stepped back with ease on tiptoe, but before he could completely dodge the scimitar, she had already frozen the needle in her left hand and shook it fiercely.

The overwhelming number of cow hair needles was too many to count, but before these sharp needles that exuded cold glow touched his clothes, they were all rolled into his sleeves.

This situation made Yi Huang secretly depressed to dissolve the scimitar, and no longer bothered to shoot, the two tricks just now can already show that she can't beat the other party......

By the way, his sleeves shouldn't be made of infinite bags, right?! So many fruits are gone, so many needles are gone, there is no bottom at all!

"Don't continue? I think you can still struggle. The small, delicate fingers flicked the sleeves of the shirt, and the needles that had just disappeared fell silently to the ground.

Keep up the fart! Holding his elbows and looking at the needle lying flat on the ground, Yihuang couldn't help but burst into foul mouths in his heart.

His daddy's! Look at his graceful demeanor, what else does she have to struggle?!

What she wants is a thorn melt fruit, not some strange martial arts sparring partner!

"I'll buy the thorn melt fruit with you, make an offer." It's better to save some effort in the dark way, if he is really the ancient clan who loves business, he will definitely not refuse this deal, "Ten is enough." ”

"Okay~ Ten Thorn Molten Fruits, Sheng Hui Ten Purple Spirits." It seemed that he was in a good mood, and the child's round eyes were full of brilliance.

"Sheng Hui?" Giving him a perfunctory smile back, Yi Huang shook his head very dissatisfied, "It's embarrassing to say Sheng Hui at such a price, your business is too good, right?" ”

(To be continued.) )

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