Is the Blood Dancer a Blood Spirit?If so, why, how dare he?

Does Mr. Eight Fingers pronounce these two names mean that he concludes that the Blood Dance is the Return of Blood?

With a bunch of questions, the people around them focused their eyes on Catwoman, trying to find some clues, looking forward to how the next development would be. At this time, everyone didn't notice that when Thirteen Lang pronounced the name of the Blood Return, the Catwoman's expression remained unchanged at all, and the bitter-faced monk was stunned, and a few indescribable expressions appeared on the face of the bitter haha.

Suddenly puzzled, shocked and shocked, and like a breath of relief, the Zen heart is as stable as him, at this moment there is a little emotion, and a little reluctance.

On such occasions and moments, no one pays attention to what the monk looks like, except for Thirteen Lang. From the beginning to the end, the only objects of his attention were Catwoman and the Bitter-faced Monk, and to be precise, the degree of attention to the monk was even higher.

In the silence, the bitter-faced monk quickly regained his composure, his eyes were lowered and he didn't know what to think, and the blood dance also spoke at this time, his expression was indifferent and his voice was light, as if what he said had nothing to do with her at all.

And then. ”

No questions, no answers, no explanations, no refutations, just like a story, the Blood Dancer is as mysterious as ever, and no one can say anything about it.

Is he? is she?

Listening to the two dry words that had no meaning, the onlookers were disappointed, as if they were eager to lift the beauty clothes, only to see a white and miserable canvas, without even a stripe of lines.

Speaking interestingly and quietly, Thirteen Lang bowed and saluted. Said seriously: "Please wait and see." ”

Mindfulness means not thinking about anything. You don't have to meddle, just wait with peace of mind. Everyone was watching. In fact, no one really intends to sit quietly, and it is a bit ridiculous for Mr. Eight Fingers to ask the Blood Dancer to watch quietly.

Absurd people do absurd things, and the next move of the Blood Dance King is surprising, like the absurd son.

After pondering for a moment, Blood Dance spoke, "It's okay to wait and see. Ben Wang has a few questions that need to be answered first. ”

Thirteen Lang arched his hand slightly and said, "Please speak." ”

Blood Dance thought about it again, as if she was weighing her words and choosing priorities, and after a while, she said, "Do you know who Wan'er is?"

Very interesting question. But it's not like asking, it's like a warning or a reminder. She did not admit that she was implicated with Wan'er, of course, it can also be understood as inconvenient, in short, she cannot be convicted because of this.

Shisanro replied, "The juniors only know two. ”

Blood Dance was silent, and listened patiently to what he said.

Thirteen Lang said: "First, Wan'er is indeed an ordinary person without spiritual roots, and second, her background must be extraordinary, and she has been helped by blood to return to the spirit. ”

The first one is simple, and there is no one who does not believe in Mr. Eight Fingers' judgment. As for Article 2. Those who don't know the inside story have no way to deduce, and can only think that Jusan Lang has found some clues that are enough to point to the blood returning to the spirit. What's more interesting is that at this moment, Thirteen Lang did not say that the blood returned to the spirit as a blood dance, but only said the name.

Blood Dance asked, "Why do you say that?" ”

Jusanro replied, "Identity is important. The bond is strong enough for her to sacrifice her life to harm the Lord. In addition, there is a soul servant hidden in his body, which is a unique magical power of the demon soul clan. ”

Based on this, it is concluded that it has something to do with the return of blood to the spirit. It seemed a little biased, and Blood Dance didn't refute it, and said lightly, "You killed her." ”

Thirteen Lang responded calmly: "Twenty years of the poison master. Damn it. ”

Blooddance sneered coldly, "Hypocrisy. You should say that her body can't withstand the soul servant, and her life has long been cut off. ”

Thirteen Lang shook his head. He said, "I ordered it, and she died at my hands." Moreover, whether Wan'er survives or not, I will order her to be killed. ”

I am responsible for what I do, and Mr. Eight Fingers' words can probably be understood in this way. In fact, the Blood Dance King is not wrong to say that he is hypocritical, can he push it or not, is it hypocrisy?

The Blood Dancer said, "The three people you are talking about have nothing to do with each other, why do you conclude that they are all from this king. ”

Thirteen Lang sighed lightly and replied, "Because you have the strongest desire for the Blood Ding, and because you are the most inconvenient to show up; On the contrary, the most convenient and hidden way is to send it to the devotional, or send someone to pick it up. ”

This is already tantamount to evidence. The onlookers heard this, and they all felt in their hearts that the Blood Dance King was too unwise, and the other party left the steps and refused to go down, so they had to force him to speak in public.

The Blood Dance King, or the Cat Goddess, did not change at all, and said lightly: "Zuihou has a question, you will answer it after you think about it." ”

Shisanlang has always remained respectful, and said solemnly: "Senior, please speak." ”

The Blood Dance King looked into his eyes and said, "Your identity has been revealed, and what this king wants to ask is, do you still consider yourself a spiritual cultivator?"

There was a bang, and the surrounding group was in an uproar.

It's not that this question shouldn't be asked, on the contrary, even tens of millions of demon cultivators in the field want to ask Mr. Eight Fingers in person, who does he think he is?

The world has changed, the general environment is completely different from that year, and Thirteen Lang is not the desperate son of a thousand sorrows; To put it mildly, the ownership of this young monk has become the target of the spirits and demons, and they are willing to pay the price for it.

Everyone wants to ask, but not everyone can ask and is qualified to ask. The most important thing is that the environment here and now, no matter what, it is not the turn of the Blood Dancer to ask this sentence. What everyone understands is that if Blood Dance is identified as the Blood Spirit, his life may not be saved, how can he be ashamed to question the identity of Thirteen Lang?

Judging from the tone, the Blood Dance King's words clearly had the meaning of persuasion, as if he was afraid that Thirteen Lang would go astray and become a member of the Demon Cultivator. You must know that this is Dancing City, how can you say that everyone is a demon cultivator, how can you let the enemy "rebel" on the spot!

Fortunately, she is the Blood Dance King, fortunately the Blood Ding distracted everyone's attention, and everyone really wants to hear how Thirteen Lang replied, otherwise, the audience is afraid that a group fight has formed, and the angry Demon Cultivators will collectively take action to jointly exterminate this rebel who swore to betray the race.

There were a few small but angry shouts at the eyes and expressions of the crowd. The Blood Dancer turned a deaf ear and turned a deaf ear. He only looked at Thirteen Lang with an indifferent gaze. There is no doubt that this performance is very much in tune with the image of blood returning to the soul. Many people have already decided in their hearts and began to plan silently.

No matter what everyone plans, what will happen to the Blood Dance King, it will definitely be something for later. Today's protagonist is only one, Mr. Eight Fingers, who holds the blood tripod, and his choice. So after the commotion, the surroundings returned to silence, and the focus of their eyes shifted to Thirteen Lang, and many demon cultivators waited patiently and anxiously for an answer.

"I'm a devotional. ”

Thirteen Lang startled everyone when he opened his mouth. He continued to say, "At the same time, it is also a demon cultivator. My physique is a bit special, and both spirits and demons can practice. ”

Facing the eyes around him, Shisanro laughed at himself and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm actually a wanted criminal." If you report to the Demon Palace, there may be a reward to receive. ”

"Fuck you!" the people around him collectively scolded, in their hearts

Thirteen Lang's words are right, he is an out-and-out wanted criminal, as long as the Demon Palace's bounty for people with different bodies of spirits and demons has not been canceled. In theory, he is a chip that can be exchanged for a prize. It's a pity that this matter is a scourge for others, but it is useless for Xiao Shisanlang. Countless people know that he is a dual cultivator of spirit and demon, and at the same time, they also know that he is valued by the Demon Palace, and he once did not hesitate to slap himself and go to the Taoist Academy. He asked for his return as the Son.

Such an answer was a mockery, which made everyone look very uncomfortable. From a certain point of view, I saw the Demon Palace repeat offender showing off his identity in front of his eyes. It would be a loss of duty not to catch him, but the reality of the situation

"Shame on you!" several bigwigs lamented in their hearts. Turning his head, he could only scold the Demon Palace for not being productive, and such a big institution couldn't help a small Yuanying. Let the people below be in trouble.

The scene was a little weird, the Blood Dance King frowned slightly, and said, "You let this king watch quietly?"

Jusanro replied affirmatively, "Yes." ”

The Blood Dance King glanced at the monk and said, "This king must go." ”

There are two kinds of going, holding the tripod and attaching the tripod; Thirteen Lang heard it clearly, and said sincerely: "The younger generation knows." ”

The Blood Dancer nodded slightly, closed his eyes slightly, and didn't say anything again, not knowing what he was trying to write or what to prepare. Thirteen Lang breathed a sigh of relief at this time, slowly walked to the monk who had never interjected, stretched out his right hand and said, "Master, please." ”

The monk frowned slightly and said, "Please?"

Thirteen Lang was surprised and said, "Give me the Heavenly Bow, the master forgot?"

The monk seemed to have a problem that he hadn't sorted out, so he casually asked, "Why do you want the monk to give it first?"

Thirteen Lang said suspiciously: "If you don't give me the Heavenly Bow, how can you go to the Blood Domain? If you don't give me the Heavenly Bow, how can you fulfill the agreement with the Cloak King?

"Don't say it, the monk doesn't have that blessing. ”

The monk couldn't listen to it and hurriedly waved his hand to interrupt him, turned his hand and handed over the palm bow, and said at the same time, "Bring it." ”

Thirteen Lang took it into his arms and asked curiously, "What does the master want?"

The monk's face was slightly gloomy and he said, "Don't tell jokes. ”

Thirteen Lang smiled and said, "When did the junior tell a joke?"

The monk's face was as bitter as iron, and he only looked at Thirteen Lang and refused to speak.

Thirteen Lang continued to laugh and said, "The master asked me to refine this bow to fight with the Cloak King, and it was already very difficult for the junior to reluctantly agree, what else do you have to pay?" Master, please think about it seriously, has the junior ever agreed to this?"

Is there any? Apparently not. The so-called transaction was only proposed by the monk himself, and Thirteen Lang never promised to exchange the blood tripod or a large amount of money for the palm bow, never.

The monk raised his head, looked coldly into Thirteen Lang's eyes, and said word by word: "You dare to coax this Buddha's thing?"

Thirteen Lang first sighed and said, "The master is wrong, you are not a Buddha, and the younger generation has never had the idea of coaxing. ”

Stretch your waist and tie your sleeves, Mr. Eight Fingers smiles again, the smile is as clear as the morning sun, and the agility is like the spring breeze blowing the dew on the bamboo leaves. But its next action is like an evil eagle pounceing on food, a fierce lion gnawing at the bones, and a loud roar from its mouth.

"The plan of the younger generation is: rob you of this bald donkey!"

(To be continued......)