Tian Ermiao frowned, the witch god seemed to have a high evaluation of the blind man, and he looked very disgusted with Mr. Wen.

This is completely different from what Tian Ermiao thought.

What is it like?

After thinking for a while, Tian Ermiao shook his head and said secretly: "It was the blind man who pushed me in, the enemy I want to face, Mr. Wen......"

Tian Ermiao took out the steamed bun and looked at it, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Steamed buns can transform his body, but steamed buns actually make him feel dependent, is this Mr. Wen doing it on purpose or something else?"

No matter what, whether it is a blind man or Mr. Wen, Tian Ermiao has firmly remembered it in his heart.

Next, he began to practice palm techniques again.

The cactus only comes out with its physical body, and it really doesn't feel like any power.

The witch god laughed beside him: "If you do this, it will only make the color of your body faster, haven't you noticed it yourself?"

Tian Ermiao had already discovered that when his body moved, the gray-black color was spreading twice as fast as usual.

However, Tian Ermiao still insisted on fighting, because he always felt that if he wanted to get out of the dry well, the cactus was the key!

"Look for a dead young man. ”

The witch god muttered.

In the blink of an eye, Tian Ermiao had been in the dry well for ten days.

In the past ten days, Wen Xingxing came to deliver steamed buns every morning.

A total of twenty steamed buns, Tian Ermiao ate ten and kept ten.

Tian Ermiao's body had a head, and the rest of the place turned gray and black.

However, he still insisted on playing cactus.

"You'll be like me soon, stop a bit. ”

Witch Shinto.

Tian Ermiao glanced at him, Tian Ermiao didn't stop the movement of his palm, he said while practicing the palm technique: "Shouldn't you really want to see that I only have my divine thoughts left?"

"You have been here for a long time, and my divine thoughts can exert some power, but my divine thoughts have not yet adapted, and only the divine thoughts have been left, which is like a newborn baby, at your disposal. ”

"Do you think so?" Tian Ermiao looked over.

The witch god calmed down for a moment before he said, "Since you know, why are you still speeding up to be occupied by gray and black?"

"I said I found a way to get out, do you believe it or not?" Tian Ermiao said.

The witch god was startled, and then, said, "Impossible!"

"Then it can't be. ”

Tian Ermiao continued to practice palm techniques.

On the eleventh day, Wen Xingxing went up to the stone bridge as always, and after giving the steamed buns, he got off the stone bridge, and Song Tianxing stood at the head of the bridge and stared at Wen Xingxing.

"Turtle son, you are really looking for death!" Wen Xingxing said.

"Who took the steamed buns?" Song Tianxing didn't scold Wen Xingxing, he asked seriously.

"If you ask such a question again, I'll go and tell Duan Mosheng. Wen Xingxing warned.

"There you go. Song Tianxingdao.

"Then I'm really going?" Wen Xingxing said.

"Duan Mosheng is on the dock, you go and tell him. ”

Song Tianxing didn't care about the same.

"Well, you see. ”

Wen Xingxing strode towards the dock.

Duan Mosheng squatted by the river, watching Gong Xiong pull the chain interestingly.

"Gong Xiong, your speed is not good now, your body is weak?"

Duan Mosheng asked.

Gong Xiong was furious, "My body is getting stronger every day, don't talk nonsense!"

"But why did it take twice as long to pull out the same distance as before?" Duan Mosheng said the key.

"That's because someone was dragging the other end. Gong Xiong replied.

"The other end?"

Duan Mosheng said, "Who?"

"How can I know. Gong Xiong replied.

"Then why do you know that someone is dragging it?" Duan Mosheng asked.

"Because of my feelings. Gong Xiong hummed and tugged at the chain, "My feeling has always been accurate. ”

"Hush. Duan Mosheng didn't agree with Gong Xiong's feelings.

"Duan Mosheng, Song Tianxing has climbed the wall of your house. ”

At this time, Wen Xingxing's voice came.

"What did you say?" Duan Mosheng frowned.

"Wen Xingxing said that Song Tianxing climbed the wall of your house, haha. Gong Xiong looked very happy.

Duan Mosheng stood up, he saw Wen Xingxing and Song Tianxing, and asked Song Tianxing, "Did you really climb?"

"Crawl, you can go back and tell your grandfather now. Song Tianxing said.

Song Tianxing's words made the three of them stunned.

Why does Song Tianxing feel like a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water?

"Song Tianxing, are you not sick?" Wen Xingxing asked.

"What you do is what you do, what's so hard to admit?"

Song Tianxing said to Duan Mosheng: "Go tell your grandfather and let him punish me." ”

"Song Tianxing, you have to know that you will be dropped on the sacred tree. Duan Mosheng said.

"Hey. ”

Song Tianxing sighed, "No way, I covet Duan Ethan's beauty, so I'll go and take a peek at him." ”

Hearing this, Duan Mosheng was furious, "What are you talking about!"

"Peek. Song Tianxing smiled, "I almost saw it." ”

"You're looking for death!"

Duan Mosheng rushed towards Song Tianxing.

Song Tianxing dodged, and, ran away.

"I'll wait under the sacred tree, and you'll tell your grandfather. ”

Song Tianxing's voice passed over, and Duan Mo trembled with anger.

"Go and tell your grandfather, Song Tianxing is not a good thing. ”

Wen Xingxing said: "In the past, he often squatted on the wall of my house, and I guarded against him every day. ”

"Big stupid bear, don't pull it, pull it every day, are you annoying?"

Before leaving, Wen Xingxing dropped such a sentence.

Gong Xiong unexpectedly loosened the chain, and he stretched his waist, "That's it for today." ”

Leaving Duan Mosheng alone, he frowned, and after thinking for a while, he ran towards the town.

"Mr. Wen, today, I told Duan Mosheng about Song Tianxing climbing the wall of Duan Mosheng's house. ”

"What is Duan Mosheng's reaction?"

"Now Duan Chengmo, that old thing should know. ”

"Go ahead. ”

"Well, sir, I'll go under the sacred tree to take a look, Song Tianxing must be very fun to be hanged. ”

Mr. Wen walked back and forth in the backyard, and he muttered, "Who does Song Tianxing serve?"

Under the sacred tree, Song Tianxing listened to the blind man playing the erhu interestingly.

Duan Chengmo and Duan Mosheng walked towards this side.

Everyone here saw Duan Chengmo's anger, and as a result, the crowd dispersed.

"Song Tianxing!"

Duan Chengmo shouted.

The tone of the erhu immediately stopped, and the blind man said, "What is the head of the Duan family going to do?"

"None of your business!"

Duan Chengmo looked at Song Tianxing coldly, "Are you tired of being crooked?"

"Is it wrong to love someone?"

Song Tianxing said: "I like Duan Yisan, is there anything wrong with this?"

When the onlookers heard this, they all started talking.

Duan Mosheng hurriedly said: "Grandpa, don't let him talk nonsense, hang him up!"

Duan Chengmo's brows furrowed, "If you want to find death, I will fulfill you!"

"Hang it, hang it, hang it, you can't dispel the thing I like about Duan Yisan. ”

Song Tianxing is like a love saint.

(End of chapter)