"Acquaintance, hand over your treasure!"

"Yes, the young man still wants to swallow the treasure alone, but he doesn't know how thick the sky is. ↗”

The rebellious dragon-like spiritual power circled around Nighttwilight in midair, and Nighttwilight squinted at the men, everyone's eyes flashing with greed, desire, and possession. "Humph!" The twilight chill gently fell on a willow tree. "Strange treasures are born, and whoever gets them will belong to whom! Since I got the treasure, of course it's mine. ”

"Ignorant children, since ancient times, strange treasures have been born, and the strong live in them, but you can get them for a little junior. Let the old man meet you! An old man in a black robe, holding a silver spear in his hand, stepped on a flaming demon ape, and his momentum was menacing.

"It's Zhang Lao next to the prince!" "What, the prince is also here to grab the treasure!" "Now it's time for this cloak man to send Yellow Springs." "Alas! This treasure is also going to be handed over. ”

Night Dusk Han glanced at the old man, only the end of the Spirit King. The old man snorted, and the spear was vigorous, quite a master's style. Seeing the spear coming, the night was cold and motionless, and everyone thought that this "little guy" was scared stupid.

Just as the spear was a few inches away from Nightwilight, Nightshade stretched out the jade hand in his cloak and lightly pressed his index finger against the silver spear. Time, as if standing still at this moment, everyone stared in disbelief at the cold index finger of the night. In the next second, everyone who was still shocked saw Zhang Lao, who was supposed to lose the cloak man in seconds, flew out and broke a big tree, unconscious.

Twilight had no intention of continuing to stay, and was about to leave. "Boy, who allowed you to leave! Hold it! A seven or eight-year-old child was flying in a hurry on a white crane. In a few breaths, he flew to the opposite side of the night. Twilight looked at it carefully, but there was no picture of the child in the memory of the original owner.

"Ugly bastard, you are not allowed to go!" The child's fat round face is really not a bit of a deterrent, but a little cute.

"Huh-" Nighttwilight couldn't help but laugh.

"You, you, you! How dare you laugh at me! "The child's obsidian eyes are round, and his face is round, like a little bun." Oh~ How do you know I'm an ugly bastard? Night Twilight looked at the angry little bun in front of him with a smile. Hum! You're wearing a black cloak to cover your face, you're going to be an ugly bastard! Xiao Baozi explained seriously, raised his little face, and was a little proud. The eyes flashed slyly, and the little hands sneaked behind him. "See if I don't burn your cloak!"

A fist-sized flame flew out of Xiao Baozi's palm and rushed straight towards Nightshade's cloak. The little bun was not happy, but the flame stopped steadily one meter before the twilight cold, and could not move forward.

The night twilight cold grabbed in the air. Xiao Baozi only felt that he was being carried by an invisible force to fly to the ugly monster in front of him. "Ahhh You let go of me, let go! Yes! Help, the ugly bastard is going to eat children! Help me! Seeing that he couldn't break free, Xiao Baozi screamed and made a fuss, but no matter how the five-short little body crawled in the air, it couldn't escape. When it landed steadily on the branch next to the night twilight, it suddenly lost its life like a dying flower. Night Twilight Han poked and pinched the soft little face of the little bun, only to feel that it was poked on a ball of marshmallows, which was not enjoyable. Xiao Baozi slapped away the hand that was haunting the night and turned to the other side to continue to "think about life".