"Although I am not mentally strong, I have studied the charmers, some of the charms are made of the fur of wild beasts, some of them are made of plant skin, and some of them are made of demon skins or bones. Zou Wei said.

Wang Xiaopang said curiously: "As long as I burn this charm, you will know?"

"Of course, this thing is very ordinary, since your father is the city lord of Xinxiao City, it stands to reason that you should know more or less about such a low-level charm. There was curiosity in Zou Wei's eyes.

Even Ling Yun has a curious look.

Wang Xiaopang sighed and said: "Since I naturally love to sleep, since I was born, I have been sleeping most of the time, even if I have the current cultivation, I naturally obtained it when I sleep, you say how can I have time to understand this, hey, when it comes to sleeping, I am sleepy again." ”

As he spoke, Wang Xiaopang closed his eyes tiredly, even if he was standing, he could fall asleep.

Ling Yun sighed and said, "Now I finally understand a truth. ”

Zou Wei stretched his neck and said, "What's the truth?"

"In this world, there are really no surprises. Ling Yun smiled.

............

It's a strange place, this place looks like some kind of cave, but there is an eerie, evil aura around it.

There is a violent aura, which is constantly expanding in this mysterious place.

The smell of blood was everywhere, and if it was a smell that made people smell it, it must have an urge to do evil.

All around are covered with iron chains, and on top of these iron chains, there are fine black lines, as if this black lines have a boundless power, even if this iron chain is destroyed in the encroachment of time, it will not break.

In addition to the black lines, there were also red charms attached to the chain at intervals.

Every once in a while, the red spell emits a dazzling red glow, which makes it impossible to look at it directly.

A hundred and eight chains were piercing a strange-looking creature.

This strange-looking creature was a thousand feet tall, he stood with his legs straight like a human, and on his body, he was wearing red armor, although the red armor was covered with dust and traces of time, but there was no sign of damage.

The creature was ugly, and if he wasn't walking upright on two legs, it looked like a cow.

But it resembles a man more than a cow, except for the two long horns on his head.

Even when he was trapped mercilessly and firmly by the chains, he didn't struggle at all, maybe he had struggled before, but now he didn't have the strength to struggle anymore.

His eyes were so scarlet, and in those scarlet eyes there was murder and madness, except for the clarity in the depths of his pupils, and the rest seemed to be enchanted.

In him, if it can be described, then it is madness, killing, loneliness, and a trace of loneliness and unwillingness.

He was motionless, there was no wind, no clouds, no rain, only countless dryness, countless loneliness, and the cold one hundred and eight iron chains pierced the bones and veins of his body.

His eyes are always open, he seems to be a sculpture, but his sculpture gives people a sense of life.

Suddenly, a gentle gust of wind blew in the distance, and although it was very light and light, even dispensable, it was still perceived by it.

Even so, he didn't move the slightest.

After a while, a dozen people approached.

Among these dozen people, the most eye-catching is the old man who walks at the forefront.

The old man was wearing a black robe.

His robe looked very torn, and there were many sewn patches on the worn robe, even his black boots, which showed signs of sewing.

The old man's hair was gray, but his spirit was very vibrant, and even his old eyes looked very bright.

He looked like he was seventy or eighty years old, but his body was not the slightest rickety, not only was it not the slightest rickety, and he was standing very straight, very straight.

Behind the old man, there were eighteen people following, and the eighteen people looked at the old man with respect.

However, when everyone's eyes looked at the monster that was chained by one hundred and eight iron chains, they were deeply afraid.

Even if they were afraid, everyone still chose to follow the old man quietly.

Finally, the old man walked to the front of the monster, the old man looked at the monster with deep gratitude in his eyes, he knelt down sincerely, and then said respectfully: "Benefactor, 'Wu Nian' has come to bring you your favorite food." ”

"Very good, very good, take it, every time I eat this centipede, I miss it very much." The monster's immobile eyes finally fluctuated slightly, but his eyes only fluctuated, and nothing else.

Without waiting for Wu Nian to speak, the eighteen people behind him quickly touched the Qiankun bag, and in the process of constantly touching, in the blink of an eye, they had already touched out one by one large steamers, and there were as many as a thousand of these big steamers.

Looking at those steamers, the monster didn't even bother to raise his head, he just blew lightly, the lids of those steamers were all opened, and from the steamers, you could see centipedes, still jumping lively, but the lively jumping of these centipedes was burned.

Tenderness flashed in the monster's eyes, and he didn't know who to say, "I like to eat half-cooked centipedes the most, Fang'er, can you feed me?"

There were no women around, and no one knew who the monster was talking to, but the monster's eyes were filled with incomparable tenderness.

If heaven and earth can cry, then the first to cry for this monster must be heaven and earth.

It's a pity that even heaven and earth have never really cried.

The monster's eyes fluctuated slightly, and all the steamers were opened, and then the dense centipedes in the steamers flew towards the monster's mouth.

There are more than 10 million of these dense centipedes, but in the blink of an eye, they have completely submerged into the mouth of this monster.

The monster took a bite and gently chewed the centipede, and when he chewed, there was a little aftertaste in his eternal eyes.

"A centipede is still a centipede, but I can't taste the taste of the year, why, why? Even if I can't taste the taste of the year, I have to imagine that it was the taste of the year, and I also want to imagine that this is what you gave me, Fang'er, Fang'er. The monster's scarlet, eternal eyes suddenly dripped bloody tears.

The tears of blood slowly and slowly fell from the air in an extremely sad arc, and it seemed to represent the only heartache written in the blood in this world.