Chapter 153: Eighteen Generations of Declining Gods 3
In order to meet the occasion, he squeezed out two tears with all his might.
Reached out and wiped it.
He said again: "I finally went out for a trip, but I haven't had enough fun, so I scraped the oil pot for two people for no reason and then planted them in the salt water tank, and the stinky and shameless light purple werewolf took advantage of my coma to bring me back, and made a ghost enchantment to prevent me from going out!" I'm so fucking pitiful, it's really the second generation of the god of decay,ββ no, it's the eighteenth generation of the god of decay. β
The little blood eagle said: "Yes, little master, you are the eighteenth generation of the god of decay." β
My sorrow was swept away by the little blood eagle's parrot. Furious, he scolded it: "Oh, yes, oh! You're the one who fucks you, it's the eighteenth generation of the god of decay! Your whole family is fucking the eighteenth generation of the god of decay! β
The little blood eagle said: "Yes, little master, I am the eighteenth generation of the god of decay!" My whole family is fucking, it's the eighteenth generation of the god of decay! β
I was so angry that I could only blow my beard and stare at me.
I really don't know what Bei Silent Temple is doing with this little blood eagle! is just such a little bit of IQ, talking stupidly, and talking with me, relieving boredom, and making me happy!
It's almost as bad as me off!
Qingbao stood beside me, glaring at me.
The original King Kong's angry eyes have switched to worry. "Huh? Xiao Xiao'er, are you holding back your nerves? He said: "A person talks to himself, and he talks about it for most of the day, just like a madman!" β
I was not angry, so I gave him a blank look: "Who talked to himself?" You're not blind, don't I see the little blood eagle standing on my right shoulder? I'll talk to it. β
Qingbao stretched his neck and looked around: "Little Blood Eagle? Where? β
After looking at it for a long time, I didn't even see a shadow.
He shook his head again, shook his head again, and said with a "tsk" in his mouth: "Xiao Xiao'er, I see that you are not lightly ill, and even hallucinations have appeared." β
I grabbed the little blood eagle over my right shoulder.
Put it in the palm of his hand and hand it to Qingbao: "This is not a little blood eagle?" β
Qingbao looked solemn.
He put his palm on my forehead and probed the temperature. "It's not hot, and the body temperature is normal." He frowned, puzzled: "Why is your brain confused?" I went out for a few months, but when I came back, I was not in my right mind! β
his brain is not normal!
I brushed his hand away from her forehead and asked him, "You really can't see the little blood eagle?" β
Qingbao didn't answer my words, and his face became more solemn: "My God, it seems that your abnormal brain has reached the peak, and there is no illness to be saved." β
I glared at him.
The little blood eagle "giggled" in the palm of my hand. "Little masterβ" it said, "this elven spell is so bad that the eye can't see me." β
It dawned on me.
And so it goes.
I looked down on Qingbao: "Qingbao, you are one hundred and fifty-three years older than me, and you have come and gone to cultivate in spells, but you are not good!" In the past, the purple pebble could not be seen by the dark purple little werewolf inside, but now the little blood eagle is in front of you, but you can't see it. β
Said to the little blood eagle: "Blood eagle, go back!" β
The little blood eagle flapped its wings and flew back into the jade pendant.
Qingbao noticed the phoenix blood jade pendant on my chest: "Huh? How did a purple pebble become a jade pendant? It's still red. Good-looking is good-looking, only a little vulgar, not purple and noble. β
I couldn't see that the red in the jade pendant was a blood eagle pattern formed by blood.
I suffocated, and I felt that I didn't have any common language with Qingbao. I didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore, and jumped into the hot spring water again with a "plop".
Continue to float on the spring water boringly.
He closed his eyes, stretched his limbs, and became a dead man without moving.