Snort, snort, snort!

Accompanied by this scalp-numbing terrifying sound, Lin Feng suddenly felt his whole body tighten, as if all his qi, blood and spirit were being drained away in an instant.

The tense body made Lin Feng's limbs extremely twisted, and the joints of his limbs changed from stiff to soft as a rope, which was just a breathing effort.

The blood vine suddenly appeared at this moment.

Bang!

It arched out from the ground at the foot of Lin Feng, directly drilling a hole in the ground with a diameter of more than one zhang. The blood-colored demon vine opened its bloody mouth, its fangs as dense as a steel brush, and it was terrifying.

Lin Feng was knocked away by this sudden impact, and before he could fall, he was swallowed by the demon vine. The dense teeth stripped Lin Feng of his clothes.

The robes fluttered and fell with the wind, and Lin Fengren was gone.

……

Anxiety is like an invisible poisonous snake, which desperately entangles the cuckoo, and from time to time shackles his vital points, strangling him out of breath.

This room, which was carved in the middle of the trunk of the ancient sacred tree, was warm in winter and cool in summer, with proper humidity, and should have been one of the few pleasant rooms he had slept in in his life. It stands to reason that today he should sleep comfortably, get up and take a shower, and then go to the underground casino under the roots of the tree to gamble on two.

Gambling money makes the cuckoo the most happy, followed by wine, and then women. These robbers and horse thieves actually brought more than a dozen prostitutes and girls, what a small team of people.

It's just that Cuckoo doesn't like that guy very much, the guy whose appearance is as mysterious as his identity, and who is ruthless.

That's right, it's that guy who ordered Lin Feng to be locked up in the Blood Vine Demon Palace. In fact, what does this concern to yourself? Anyway, it's not himself who suffers, it's Lin Feng, isn't it?

The cuckoo walked around the room, not paying attention, and kicked his toes into the legs of the rattan chair woven by the tree and vine. The nail cap was lifted and the blood flowed profusely.

The pain in the heart made the cuckoo jump up with his feet in an instant: "Ah! Pain, pain, pain~"

He shouted, in fact, the flesh of the Yagami fighter was not so fragile. After a long period of almost cruel physical cultivation, their pain nerves were super developed, and almost instantly, the pain was transmitted down the nerves to the ends, and then disappeared.

The cuckoo was sweating profusely and was extremely unhappy. He didn't know why he was upset, and he ripped down the curtains in a rage. Wrapping her feet around her feet in her beautiful gauze curtains, she continued to limp back and forth in the room.

What are you going to do? What are you going to do?? He asked himself, and Lin Feng's voice and smile kept flashing back in his mind.

Clenching his fists, Cuckoo finally made up his mind. He rushed out of the house and was confronted by several drunken men.

Tomorrow is the expedition, and tonight everyone will have as much fun as possible.

"Haha, it's this old boy!" A strong man grabbed the cuckoo's head with his big hand, and played with it at will like pinching a gadget, which made the cuckoo dizzy.

He was angry in his heart, but his face was full of smiles: "Ah, it's you, did you have fun today?" ”

"Thanks to you, our boss is very kind today, and a few of us have a good time~" The strong man made a downward movement.

The cuckoo smiled: "Then go back and rest, we will go out tomorrow evening, and we have to win the battle." ”

"What about you? Where to? Ling Yi asked casually.

The cuckoo smiled: "Hey, I'll just hang out." ”

"The sacred tree closes its branches at night, and you can't go anywhere." The strong man said.

Another strong man laughed: "Yes, he can't go anywhere, unless he goes to the Blood Vine Demon Palace, haha!" ”

。 Museum of Literature