Jian Wuchen sank down, trying to see if he could call out the one in his body.

"Hey, you're coming to pick you up, you can't go!"

It's unceremoniously dust-free, and there's a little sourness in the faint way.

The son here is the son, but the son of the earth is not the son.

"Why should I go?"

The cold voice came out intermittently from the depths of Jian Wuchen's mind, and it was not clear.

"This is my body, you should leave!"

Jian Wuchen was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "It used to be, but now it's not." ”

'Jian Wuchen' didn't speak, but Jian Wuchen could feel his cold killing intent.

"One last time, do you want to go?"

Jian Wuchen directly gave an ultimatum: "My mother is not afraid of you." ”

"This is your last chance to leave, if you don't leave now, you just wait for it to be gone. ”

To tell the truth, Jian Wuchen really wanted to let him disappear from this world just like that, after all, there was a deep blood feud between the two people, and it would definitely be an endless situation in the future.

But the one on the other side is also his biological father, who has no nurturing feelings, and also has the grace of childbirth.

I have to give him a face, which can be regarded as paying for the grace of childbirth, and from then on, half of the road will go to the sky.

If there is any entanglement in the future, he will have a reason not to leave his hand, and the sword will face each other.

In an instant, Jian Wuchen suddenly felt that his control over his body had become weaker.

can control it, but it is vaguely a little weaker, and it is estimated that this body's strength can play seven achievements is already very good.

Jian Wuchen couldn't help but be afraid for a while, this guy was hiding in his body, if he suddenly gave himself such a thing one day, he would definitely be planted.

It would be a good idea to expel him now.

Jian Wuchen sat down, folded his hands, and made a meditation seal.

This action made the Bodhisattva's eyes light up slightly, but it didn't affect much.

"Relax and don't resist. ”

As the Bodhisattva spoke, a hand was placed on top of Jian Wuchen's head, and a force in the haze began to invade his sea of consciousness.

"Dead dog, if she makes any bad moves, get her out directly!"

Jian Wuchen followed the instructions of the Bodhisattva while letting the dog escort him.

Although the Bodhisattva is no longer at ease, Jian Wuchen is still not at ease.

He would never put his life on someone he didn't know.

"I don't have that ability. ”

The dog smiled cheaply, and the two dog's paws kept rubbing back and forth, looking like you know.

"Kill points are deducted casually. ”

Jian Wuchen said indifferently.

We're also a rich man now, we can't be so rich, and the dog can't sit on the ground and start the price.

He didn't believe that he didn't have enough kill points!

Hearing these words, the dog was immediately full of motivation, and the two big dogs stared at the Bodhisattva with dead eyes, for fear that Jian Wuchen would have an accident.

Jian Wuchen couldn't help but sigh: This is really rich enough to make a dog grind.

When there is no money, there is no dog, and when there is money, people look like dogs...... Ahem.

Dedication!

Regardless of this, Jian Wuchen's worries were obviously superfluous.

After a while, Jian Wuchen felt a coolness in his mind, and the control of his whole body returned to his hands, even smoother than before.

When I opened my eyes, I just saw the 'sword without dust' in the Bodhisattva's hand.

A hazy state of mist and mist condensed but did not disperse, and gradually condensed into a small 'sword dust'.

He stared at Jian Wuchen deadly, and there was endless killing intent hidden in his eyes, but everything was well concealed, and he didn't want to be seen by others, who let himself still be in the hands of the enemy.

If someone is unhappy, it's not good to kill themselves.

Looking at the 'sword without dust' in the Bodhisattva's hand. Swordsman Lian's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly reached out to take it, but the Bodhisattva stepped back sideways and dodged him.

Swordsman Lian's face sank: "What do you mean by this?"

"Nothing. The Bodhisattva shook his head and said, "Don't you think it's too easy and too cheap to take people away like this?"

"What do you want to do?"

The swordsman Lian frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the Bodhisattva's behavior.

However, how could the Bodhisattva look at his face and act, and still go his own way, saying:

"If you want someone, you naturally have to redeem it with money. ”

"If you open your mouth, we have to send people back to you, how can there be so many good things in this world!"

The Bodhisattva looked at the swordsman Lian and sneered.

This time, Jian Wuchen couldn't help but be amazed.

This is definitely my mother, proper, no problem!

I don't want to make money all the time, and I'm still thinking about making a fortune at this time, and sure enough, the gene for collecting money will be inherited.

The swordsman gritted his teeth with hatred, and the green tendons on his head were about to pop out.

He wanted to turn his face directly, but he was afraid that the stinky girl in front of him would directly beat his son to ashes in a fit of anger, so that he would not be able to pay the difference when he went back, and he would definitely be blamed.

After thinking about it, he felt that it was better for him to agree.

But I definitely can't let this stinky girl blackmail in vain, you must be careful.

However, at this moment, the 'sword Wuchen' in the Bodhisattva's hand spoke.

"You're my father?"

Swordsman Lian looked at the 'Sword Wuchen' with a gloomy face, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Son, I am your father. ”

"Phew!"

Swordsman Lian's affectionate confession was directly blocked by a mouthful of water from 'Sword Wuchen'.

"You're still my father?"

'Sword Wuchen' smiled miserably, then returned to normal, glanced at Swordsman Lian with disdain, and said:

"Where were you when I was miserable?"

"Where were you when I was being abused?"

"Where were you when I was hunted to death?"

'Sword Wuchen' laughed at himself: "You don't know anything. ”

"Son, father will take you home. Swordsman Lian's face changed, and he promised with a serious face: "These things will not happen again in the future." ”

"Not in the future?"

'Jian Wuchen' looked at the Bodhisattva who was holding his life and death, and then looked at Jian Wuchen, who was occupying his body at the moment, and finally looked at Swordsman Lian and said:

"Otherwise, I shouldn't be here now, should I?"

"Yes. The Bodhisattva suddenly spoke up and looked at the swordsman Lian with a playful expression: "You mean that you are capable, just a few things, how can your son's life be expensive?"

Swordsman Lian finally knows what a pig teammate is, and this is it.

"What exactly do you want?"

Swordsman Lian secretly calculated in his heart, what this woman wanted, I am afraid that she may not be able to afford heavy bleeding.

"It's nothing. ”

The Bodhisattva smiled slightly, and said something that made the swordsman Lian instantly change color:

"I want that piece of the essence blood of the Heavenly Desolate Dragon Clan in your hand!"

Looking at the swordsman Lian's unusually ugly face, the Bodhisattva's smile became brighter and brighter.

"Don't tell me you don't. ”

"When you come to find this little beast, you must purify and awaken his bloodline. ”

"So there's no way you didn't have dragon blood. ”

As he spoke, the Bodhisattva shook the hand holding the 'Sword Wuchen' soul ball with a smile and said, "Do you want to change it?"

"You threaten me?"

"Don't dare. ”

The Bodhisattva took a step back again and said, "How dare I compare myself to you, the son-in-law of the Dragon Clan, who is a small cultivator?"

Swordsman Lian's face became more and more ugly.

"That blood can't be given to you. ”

The swordsman said in a deep voice: "Even if it is given to you, do you think you can escape the pursuit of the Heavenly Desolate Dragon Clan?"

"Can you escape, can he?"

Swordsman Lian spoke until the sword was dustless, obviously using the sword dustless as a breakthrough.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see it. It is impossible for a bodhisattva to ask for that essence blood for himself, so who else can he use it?

The answer is clearly on the horizon.

But the Bodhisattva still said with an unchanged face: "What you have to do is to give me the essence blood, and as for whether you can escape or not, it is none of your business." ”

Swordsman Lian looked at Jian Wuchen and then at the Bodhisattva, his eyes were resentful, but he was obviously on the verge of struggling.

"What about my father?"

Jian Wuchen smiled disdainfully.

Note that it is the sword on the side that is dustless, not the soul 'sword dustless'.

"It's just a little bit of broken things and a seizure and search, it seems that those things are still more important than your son. ”

Jian Wuchen very shamelessly began to add oil and vinegar.

Although it is a very inferior agitation method, it is also very effective.

'Sword Wuchen' looked at Swordsman Lian's gaze and was obviously disappointed.

And the swordsman Lian is in a dilemma.

If it is given, it will definitely be difficult to avoid punishment, but if the son is gone, it is estimated that the one in the family will definitely kill him.

Come to think of it, it's still fate!

Swordsman Lian gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, here you go!"

In the middle of his hand, a delicate transparent small bottle appeared in his hand.

In the bottle, the gold-like liquid bubbles without interruption, as if it is flowing on its own.

"Here you go. ”

Swordsman Lian casually threw the essence blood over.

The Bodhisattva gave Jian Wuchen a color and motioned for him to go up and take it.

Jian Wuchen instantly understood, stepped forward quickly, and directly took the bottle of essence blood in his hand.

For a while, a sense of oppression that gathered almost crushed Jian Wuchen's newly recovered body again.

Fortunately, a familiar and intimate feeling greatly eased the oppression, and the coercion disappeared only for a moment.

Despite the bottle, Jian Wuchen could still feel that the blood in his body was already beginning to boil, and he kept cheering, hoping to attract the visitors from the outside.

Seeing that Jian Wuchen had recovered in just one fell swoop, the Bodhisattva nodded and said, "It seems to be genuine." ”

Jian Wuchen staggered, and glanced at the Bodhisattva speechlessly, you dare to ask for something that is true or false?

The Bodhisattva is strong, but he only smiles.

Swordsman Lian snorted coldly and said, "This is one of the few bottles of ancestral blood left in the Holy Land!"

"So I'd like to advise you to change something else, so that at least one life can be spared. ”

And the Bodhisattva and Jian Wuchen silently glanced at each other, and said in unison:

"Good stuff!"