The two are companions, two generations of heroes, and their expressions are very different.

All of them have been or are rightfully famous, one is heroic and sassy, and the other is wilted. The sassy one had a cold expression and could hardly hide his inner apprehension, and the sluggish one described as bleak, but his face was clear and triumphant, and even comforted the other party.

"Don't worry, the old ancestor is cold and kind-hearted, and he may not be able to do anything to you. ”

"Death is death, and you have to pretend to be merciful. ”

"I'm not pretending to be merciful, I'm worried about losing a helper in the Blood Domain. Since you are a blood spirit, you can't watch your juniors fall into spiritual difficulties and not help. ”

This kind of thing is probably only embarrassed by Thirteen Lang, and the Blood Dance King couldn't help but look back at him, thinking in his heart how could this kind of goods get mixed up to this point, and whether God has long eyes.

"What are you looking at, I'm more handsome than you?" asked Jusan Lang.

The tone is relaxed and kind, but unfortunately there are two miserable hook wounds on the face, like two torn mouths, which inevitably look a little strange. On the contrary, Blood Dance is a man after all, and now borrowing a woman's body is inevitably awkward. Besides, no matter how cold she is, she can't be cold jade, how can Thirteen Lang care about her stinky shelf, and if she doesn't laugh, she will be merciful.

"Well, God doesn't have long eyes. The Blood Dancer thought so, and turned his head stupidly.

Thirteen Lang said: "I think, the ancestor will probably not be too embarrassed, but you have to pay attention to your attitude, don't drag it like 258000;

The Blood Dancer snorted coldly, which was a response.

Forcibly suppressing his curiosity, Thirteen Lang asked, "Honestly, what are you doing in the Blood Domain?"

Blood Dance didn't bother to hum, urging his body to gallop all the way. Too lazy to pay attention to him.

When he acquiesced, Shisanlang sincerely advised: "Even I am not sure about this matter. You'd better beat the thoughts,"

Blood Dance couldn't listen to it. Interrupted and said, "Do you want to be ashamed?"

Shisanlang was furious and said, "Don't you know how to talk to people, don't forget, half of your life is still in my hands." ”

This is really not wrong, if Shisanlang wants to kill him, he doesn't have to do it himself, he can do it by turning his lips.

Blood Dance didn't want to turn his face because of such a trivial matter, but he refused to pull his face down, and said indifferently: "It's great to defeat that bald donkey?

Thirteen Lang nodded again and again, looking taken for granted.

Blood Dance said proudly: "This king makes a move. You don't have a chance to draw a sword. ”

Thirteen Lang was even more proud than him, and responded, "Seventeen years ago. ”

Blood Dance was stunned, not understanding what he meant.

Thirteen Lang said sarcastically: "It's a good haode man on a woman's body, and it's really a woman's brain, not bright." ”

Blood Dance was furious, and his body paused and said coldly: "You dare to say it again!"

Sure enough, there is something strange. Shisanlang felt funny in his heart and said, "Don't worry, what's wrong again, what about thirteen years later?"

Blood Dance's hand in mid-air froze.

Shisanro smiled at him (her) and said, "What about one hundred and thirty years from now?"

Blood Dance was speechless.

Seventeen years ago. Blood Dance almost scared Thirteen Lang's courage with a light roar, and now he still has the momentum, but he no longer dares to let the other party take out his sword, and the leap is too big. As Jusan Lang said. There are at least thirteen years before the bloodfield is open, and who knows how far he can go. Look ahead, a hundred years. Two hundred years later, can Blood Dance remain king?

The son of a thousand sorrows is peerless. At that time, not only was his cultivation fast, but his combat power was also outstanding. Even so. He also didn't dare to fight at will, and how could he not be proud of the fact that Shisanlang crossed a great realm to destroy the enemy?

In the silence, Shisanlang restrained his playful expression and said seriously: "Don't get me wrong, the junior means to tell you that since you have done blood to return to the spirit, don't think of yourself as the son of a thousand sorrows." When facing the ancestors later, there is no need to complain, especially not to make people feel that you are wronged, just do your true colors. ”

This is a good word, no one can find anything wrong, Blood Dance knew that he was thinking about himself, and was about to say something, when he suddenly heard Thirteen Lang say: "Actually, your original nickname was unlucky, and you deserve to be unlucky." ”

"What" Blood Dance couldn't turn for a while.

"Isn't it?

"Shut up!"

"Originally, don't you admit that it's useful?"

"Get out!"

Blood Dance let out a low roar, and his body accelerated away, not wanting to alarm the little palace master who was playing deer for fun below, and when he heard this, he looked up and found Thirteen Lang, just hearing this, he was furious.

"Who are you telling to get out! Don't run, don't run!"

"Let him go, men and women are pitiful, don't worry about him. ”

Thirteen Lang dissuaded himself from pressing his body, and when he landed, he stumbled violently, and he was dizzy and almost fell. Full of pride, he hurriedly sat cross-legged on the soft fallen leaves, relieved his mind and began to recuperate his injuries.

In the battle of the Impure King, strictly speaking, it is not only the opponent who is restrained, but Thirteen Lang is not worried. Let's not talk about fighting and fighting, but I have to settle down a lot of big names afterwards, which one is not eyeing each other? It can be said that until that moment just now, Shisanlang has never really relaxed, his physical injuries are secondary, and his mental strength is really exhausted to the limit.

"What do you mean, neither man nor woman? Oops, you're hurt again?"

The little palace master hurriedly ran over, but his figure suddenly stopped, his eyes stopped on Thirteen Lang's face for a while, and suddenly he burst into tears, his expression was indescribably sad.

"How did you get it like this, you?"

"Don't cry, don't cry, what are you crying about?"

Strictly speaking, the little palace master is only a seven-year-old child now, and Thirteen Lang himself has a bitter stomach, and he really doesn't know or understand why she is suddenly sad to such an extent; By the way, you know what's going on with that guy, I'm telling you, he got the wrong body and split personality."

deliberately sold Guanzi, and wanted to change the topic with a smile. It's a pity that the little palace master didn't appreciate it at all, and he didn't whine like he did just now. His expression became more and more sad.

"Grandma said you have something important to do, don't let me bother. He also sealed most of my cultivation. Actually, I know that you must be going to fight with people again, and you think I'm in the way."

"Well, that's not the case. ”

Thirteen Lang was speechless, thinking in his heart that he had not fought in the past seven years, where did the word "again" come from. In embarrassment, Thirteen Lang raised his hand to wipe the tears on her face, just in time for the little palace master to raise his hand to wipe the blood off his face for him, his eyes were opposite, and the two were speechless.

Half ringing. The little palace master blushed for some reason, hurriedly took out a silk scarf from his waist, pinched out the mist and wiped off the blood stains for Shisanlang, and said softly: "It's broken." ”

"Well, it grows fast, it can be good. Thirteen Lang agreed blankly, not knowing what thoughts were turning in his head.

"I almost went blind. ”

"Grow fast, this grows fast, but fortunately, it's fine. ”

"Who are you fighting with?" the little palace master asked again.

"Impure King. ”

"Is he dead?"

"It's not dead yet, I want to see if I can use it to help Big Ash. ”

"He had to die. The small palace master's tone was extremely resolute.

"I know, I'm going to kill it. Thirteen Lang looked at the boat in the distance. comforted.

"What's the matter with the one who is not a man or a woman?weishenme is so fierce?" the little palace master was still not at ease.

Shisanlang didn't think about it, and replied, "Coax him to play, so that he can help me in the future." ”

The little palace master fell silent, and after a while, he said, "There is still a fight." ”

Thirteen Lang failed to notice the change in the expression of the little palace master. He sighed lightly and said, "Yes, I still have to fight." ”

The little palace master didn't say anything more, and looked at Thirteen Lang's face carefully. Rubbing the face carefully, the movements became gentler and gentler.

"Wait until all the fights are done. Remember to come to me. ”

"Uh" exhaustion came back like a wave, and Thirteen Lang's eyes were a little distracted. Lazy only wants to sleep for three years, his mouth is blank, but his eyelids are gradually closed.

"Don't forget. The little palace master advised.

"Hmm"

The little palace master sighed lightly, put away the wet wipes, moved over Thirteen Lang's shoulders and hugged him in his arms, and said in a soft voice: "You are tired, rest." ”

Shisanlang didn't respond, snorting slowly and his expression was calm, falling asleep. The little palace master hugged him, looked away from his face, and landed on the little deer who was looking here not far away, and smiled lightly.

The smile is pure and charming, quiet and satisfied, and there is a bit of lazy charm in the gentleness, the little palace master patted Shisanlang's shoulder, his body shook slightly, and he whispered.

"That's good, that's good, that's good. ”

"That's fine. ”

At the head of the boat, the old ancestor sat still with his back to him, and said in a faint voice: "This palace has also investigated, and it is very likely that it was the demon woman who revealed your wife's identity back then." Since you are determined to take revenge, this palace is willing to do it. ”

Behind him, the Blood Dancer grabbed his five fingers with a blurred figure, and his palm was a twisted figure, blurry and difficult to see the shape. Listening to the words of the old ancestor, Blood Dance shook his hand and put away the remnant soul, clasped his fists and saluted, "Thank you seniors for your success." ”

Only recognizing his predecessors and not recognizing the palace master, Blood Dance had no intention of returning to the demon clan after all, nor did he do some superficial work as persuaded by Thirteen Lang, and was only willing to exchange interests.

The Gun King was a little dissatisfied, and snorted coldly and wanted to speak, but was stopped by the old ancestor.

"The demon woman cultivates the art of the Three Clears, and it is very likely that she has a clone. Even if she didn't, with her skills, it would be easy to take away a major repair. There is no need to worry about the few blood tripods in the Demon Palace, there are still three left, and there are twenty-nine people for them to choose from, which is difficult to prevent thoroughly. This palace thinks that the most likely is this one, in other words, you are very likely to face its doppelganger in the blood domain. ”

Slowly speaking out the conclusion reached after careful analysis, the old ancestor said: "Whether it is a doppelganger or a seizure, the demon woman is not an enemy, and you must not face it alone. Once the identity is confirmed, be sure to discuss countermeasures with the Thirteen first to find a perfect solution. ”

Speaking of this, the old ancestor flicked his fingers, and a section of black hair like a needle fell into the hands of Blood Dance, and advised: "This is the body of the demon woman, or it can guide the demon woman with its breath, whether it will work or not, the palace can't be sure." ”

The Blood Dancing King's expression moved slightly, and he clenched his fists again to express his gratitude, his tone was much more sincere than just now.

"This palace is also for yourself, don't thank me. ”

The Old Ancestor sighed lightly for some reason, turned to look at the Blood Dance King, and said slowly: "After so many years, you must have seriously thought about the things of the past. This palace wants to ask you a question, and after thinking about it carefully, I will answer. ”

Blood Dance's expression was slightly awe-inspiring.

The old ancestor looked at him and said word for word: "Bengong knows who your child is, and Bengong can promise not to reveal his identity, but you must tell Bengong: Your wife, who is she?"

Like a thunderbolt exploding overhead, the Blood Dance King's expression changed drastically, and his body suddenly stiffened and slammed again, as if he was about to make a move, and as if he wanted to take the road away.

The old ancestor looked at him with a faint gaze, not contemptuous, not mocking, not majestic or hostile, only a trace of imperceptible pity.

After a long time, the Blood Dance King stabilized his body and asked bitterly, "You already know?"

The Old Ancestor shook his head calmly and said, "It's just a guess. ”

"Guess"

For a person like the Throne, how much difference can there be between guessing and the truth, the Blood Dancer shook his head self-deprecatingly, and gave an unbelievable answer.

"The ninth son of the last generation under the mountain monarch family. ”

Monthly pass, monthly pass, monthly pass does not come, I can't write hard!

(To be continued......)