Lu Xiaonan was dotted with green smoke on his body, roaring in pain, trying to avoid those raindrops, but those raindrops were too dense, no matter how he dodged, there were still a large number of raindrops falling on his body, making a sizzling sound.

He Meimei giggled, "Little fresh meat, how does this taste?" Isn't it cool? ”

"Enchantress!" Lu Xiaonan went straight out twenty or thirty meters, and looked at the small black holes on his body that had been corroded, with green smoke and a foul smell wafting, the pain that pierced his heart made his whole body tremble, no matter how much he could bear it, he still inhaled the cold air in pain, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar in pain.

"Xiaoxi, go and catch him, he will be your brother from now on." He Meimei smiled at the snake-headed doll behind her, "Don't spoil that face, my sister still likes little white faces." ”

The green snake head spat out a pale letter and made a squeaky sound, it walked towards Lu Xiaonan, very proud, but it was injured by the golden Buddha light in the sachet on Hua Chengyi's body before, and the pale doll's chest still had scorched marks, and it was limping when it walked, which looked funny.

But Lu Xiaonan couldn't laugh, he couldn't lift up any strength at this time, standing there like a lone wolf injured and waiting to be slaughtered, unwilling to return to the sky. He looked at the doll walking towards him, and looked at He Meimei, who was smiling in the distance, and the scene in front of him swayed, gradually blurred, and was about to fall.

Closer, the doll was closer, and the squeaking sound was in his ears, and he could smell the fishy smell of the dead body on the doll.

Closer, closer. Almost unable to see in front of him, Lu Xiaonan just tried his best not to let himself fall down, not to let his consciousness fall into a coma.

Two meters, one meter, half a meter, the doll's hand reached out to him, and it was about to touch him.

Now is the time!

Lu Xiaonan used his last bit of strength to swing a sword, and the faint blue light was like lightning that pierced the night sky, slashing through the waist and abdomen of the doll, and then he fell backwards on his back, knowing nothing.

The doll paused, the green snake head looked at his waist and abdomen, there was a thin white line, blinking his dead eyes, the body continued to step forward, but the upper body suddenly fell, after a long time, the snake head let out a terrible scream, and struggled to twist the slender neck to He Meimei for help.

He Meimei was stunned, she made another mistake in judgment, misjudged the strength of the ghost baby Xiaoxi she raised, and also misjudged the power of the rain falling technique she cast, and even misjudged Lu Xiaonan's final determination to kill, this time it was really too much loss, the roots of her heartache were itchy, to save the ghost baby Xiaoxi again, it would take at least five years of her life, for a beautiful and enchanting woman, losing five years of youth was simply more painful than killing her.

It took He Meimei a long time to wake up from the shock, let out a scream, rushed to the broken body of the ghost baby Xiaoxi, and hurriedly poured a bottle of potion on top of the broken mouth, but the potion didn't seem to have any effect, and a little blue light was attached to the section to prevent the potion from soaking in. He Meimei was in a hurry, took out another bottle of potion again and poured it on it, but it still didn't work, she was so anxious that she was about to cry, and finally took out a package with all kinds of insects and ghosts, and wrapped the two bodies into it.

"Xiaoxi, my son, if you hold on, my mother will definitely not let you die, and she will definitely save you." He Meimei seemed to have lost her square inch, her face was sad, and she actually called the ghost baby's son.

She looked at Lu Xiaonan who fell to the ground not far away, the cold light flashed in her eyes, she reached out and pulled down a few hairs of Lu Xiaonan, wrapped it in a piece of yellow table paper, squeezed out a drop of blood from her fingertips, and then took out a dark yellow corpse oil candle and lit it, the green candlelight like a bean drifted out with a little gloomy atmosphere, the candlelight continued to grow with the spell she chanted, and finally Huo Ran made a big move, the flame jumped up, two feet high, flashing with a deep green light, looking like a ghost fire from a distance, it was terrifying.

Her eyes also turned beige in this dark green, the black markings on her forehead were almost about to jump out, her whole body seemed to have lost her flesh and blood like a skeleton, and her chicken-like hands pinched the yellow table paper wrapped in Lu Xiaonan's hair, and she was about to put it on the candle and ignite it.

However, suddenly there was a gust of wind, and the two-foot-high green candlelight flickered, and it was extinguished, He Meimei was stunned, the spell stopped, and her eyes looked into the distance, only to see the monk Sineng walking slowly, a wide monk's robe, a red robe, and a gust of wind swept up with a slight wave of the monk's sleeve.

He Meimei's voice was sharp and poignant, "Stinky monk, you dare to meddle with your aunt's affairs!" ”

"Amitabha, the donor has a face." Sineng smiled faintly, "The poor monk is here to take the apprentice back." ”

"Your apprentice?" He Meimei glanced at Lu Xiaonan, who was lying on the ground next to her, "What if it's your apprentice, no one can stop what your aunt and grandmother are going to do." ”

"Amitabha, donor, you are too arrogant, this is Huaxia, and any foreign cultivator must be a man with his tail between his legs here." Monk Sineng's expression was calm from beginning to end, and even Lu Xiaonan, who was injured and fell unconscious, did not change in the slightest.

"What about Huaxia? What era is it now, the cultivators of China are long gone, and the current era is not the world of you Chinese cultivators, but the world of all sects and sects in the world. He Meimei's body gradually returned to the original appearance of a bewitching young woman, "Auntie, I have been in Huaxia for three years, and I have also met several so-called cultivators, who are simply vulnerable, and they have all been killed and resurrected by my aunt and grandmother's head-lowering technique, and in the end, my aunt and grandmother have not taken their souls and sacrificed them to the great god Mirror Emperor." ”

"Amitabha, what's wrong with the current foreign cultivators, are they all so arrogant?" Monk Sineng shook his head, "Want to challenge the status of the suzerain? Hehe, this is not a good phenomenon for you extraterritorial cultivators. ”

"Stinky monk, die." He Meimei once again performed the rain descending technique, taking advantage of the other party's unpreparedness, she suddenly shot out a cyan mist, turning into a huge wolf head and pounced on Sineng.

"Carving insect little trick." Sineng waved his wide sleeves again, and a strong wind blew, and the cyan mist was blown away in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

He Meimei's raised hand has not been put down, her eyes immediately widened, this must be fake, she must be dreaming, or she forgot to sprinkle it just now, but there is no more green sand in her hands.

"You, you're using hex!" He Meimei was shocked and spoke incoherently, and retreated again and again.

"Amitabha." Sineng hugged Lu Xiaonan, "The poor monk won't kill you, you will be my apprentice's dish, hehe." ”

"Giggles, monk, don't say it so high-sounding, the slave family knows that you don't kill the slave family because you have a crush on the slave family, you are reluctant to the slave family, right? The slave family knows that your monks live a hard life, and they are not close to women, but why bother? Monk, don't embarrass yourself, it's not good to suffocate your body, it's better to let the slave family serve the master and ensure that the master ********......"

Glancing at the fairy-like young woman, Monk Sineng's nosebleed almost came out, his feet were fast, and his back was a little embarrassed.

Looking at the monk who disappeared in a blink of an eye, He Meimei's face was cloudy, and only after a moment did she suddenly spurt out a mouthful of blood, her rain falling technique was broken, and she suffered serious internal injuries.

"Why are you doing this?" A chubby man in a suit wearing gold-rimmed glasses appeared next to He Meimei.

"You have to take care of it!" He Meimei wanted to push the man away, but she had no strength in her whole body, and fell into a coma in his arms.