A cultivator who can have such a strong interest in the little ghost baby is definitely not a good person, this is the common aspiration of Lao Liu Tou and Wu Feng now.

Old Liu Tou and Wu Feng were lively in their questions and answers, but the masked old man didn't say a word from beginning to end, and he didn't even look up at the two of them, and the scene fell into a kind of stalemate.

The masked old eyes stared at the little ghost baby who fell asleep on the ground, and after a while, he walked over slowly, and lifted the little ghost baby up, and the little ghost baby did not move at all, like a puppet at the mercy of others.

Wu Feng saw that the masked old man mentioned the little ghost baby, his heart stinged inexplicably, and when he thought of this little ghost baby falling into his hands, he felt uncomfortable, no matter what, Wu Feng also got along with the little ghost baby for a while, more or less also had some feelings, he was afraid that the little ghost baby would continue to do evil after falling into the hands of this masked old man, and fell into a situation from which he could never recover.

"This senior...... Wait! Wu Feng endured it again and again, but he still didn't hold back, and blurted out his debut.

As soon as the words fell, Lao Liu grabbed Wu Feng's arm and said sharply: "Stinky boy, I'll let you go, why are you still standing here, get out, it's not your turn to speak here!" ”

"Who said it wasn't his turn to speak, this young man's ability is much better than yours, if he hadn't been so seriously injured, Poor Dao might not be his opponent......" The masked old man finally spoke, he held the little ghost baby in one hand, slowly turned his head, looked at Wu Feng seriously, and finally his eyes fell on the body of the yellow-haired monkey who had passed out on Wu Feng's shoulder, and a flash of light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he said in surprise: "Huh! Isn't this monkey a four-eyed mastiff?! Where did you get that? ”

Wu Feng was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that there would be someone who could recognize the true identity of this yellow-haired monkey, and he didn't want to talk to him more at the moment, so he just sloppily and said: "This monkey is just an ordinary monkey, and there is nothing surprising about the rescue from the mouth of a monkey-eating eagle when he drove the corpse with the master before." ”

The masked old Taoist naturally heard that Wu Feng was perfunctory to him, his eyes immediately turned gloomy, and he said coldly: "You let the poor Dao slow just now, do you have anything to say?" Poor Dao gives you a chance to speak, and if you don't say it, it's too late. ”

This is a pun, Lao Liu Tou and Wu Feng's hearts are sinking, there is a layer of meaning, if Wu Feng doesn't say it again, there will be no chance, he is about to leave, and another layer means to give Wu Feng a chance to speak, and after Wu Feng is killed, there will be no chance to say it.

Old Liu Tou hurriedly stepped forward, pushed Wu Feng back, and smiled at the masked old man: "Master, you misunderstood, this kid has nothing to say to you, we won't bother, let's leave, we will have a ...... later"

"Get out of here!" The masked old man's tone aggravated a little, and with a wave of his sleeves, a strong wind rushed towards him, swinging the old Liu Tou to the side, and the old Liu Tou staggered back a few steps before he stood firm, and he didn't dare to take a step forward.

"Young man, you say, what did you want to say to Poor Dao just now?" The masked old Taoist took a step closer to Wu Feng and asked coldly again.