Who would have thought that the demon cultivators here would be so fragile.

Bai Mo looked at the sky and was a little melancholy.

"Here we are."

Mo Xiu's nasal voice interrupted her melancholy four or five degrees to look up at the sky, and as soon as she looked down, she saw a dilapidated palace.

It was really dilapidated, and half of the house had collapsed.

It's not that I haven't seen this posture, but this appearance appears in the palace and looks very abrupt, this is the palace.

No matter what kind of cold palace is, there should not be a situation where the house is in disrepair and collapses directly.

"I'm too low to go in. Go in yourself. ”

After saying that, the old eunuch was about to leave, Bai Mo grabbed him by the collar and dragged the person back, "If you don't go in with me, aren't you afraid that I will run away?" ”

The old eunuch's eyes were still red now, and he glared at Bai Mo with backbone, "If you want to run, I can stop you?" Don't delay, I have to go back to the housekeeping office and have a lot of things to deal with waiting for me. ”

was watched by an old eunuch with an expression of "don't make trouble", Bai Mo let go of his claws and grabbed others, "You go." ”

After sending off the old eunuch, Bai Mo walked into the palace.

This place is really in disrepair, the original path has been covered with weeds, the shortest ones have reached the waist, and the palace in front of it has also collapsed, and only one is still alive.

Without thinking about it, he walked over there, and was stunned when he walked into Bai Mo.

The palace that is still alive is not an ordinary furnishing, but it looks like a mourning hall, to be precise, it is similar to the zombie uncle who starred in a certain Zhengying, and the zombie stored in Yizhuang, more than ten coffins are neatly placed in the palace.

There was even a flickering oil lamp.

A strange idea spread in Bai Mo's mind, the ancient version of fighting zombies.......

"You ......"

Facing the voices coming from all directions, Bai Mo was helpless, "Can you change the way you play a little bit, how many times has this been?" Isn't it a common problem?? ”

It may be that Bai Mo's helpless voice really stimulated the owner here, and the lid of the largest coffin in the middle suddenly popped up, even with several coffins around her.

Frightened, the white ink broadsword was already in his hand, and he was ready to open the ancient version of fighting zombies at any time.

"Don't be nervous."

The man sitting up inside the largest coffin comforted.

I was alert, but I found that the coffins that bounced off the lid of the coffin didn't seem to move, so I was a little relieved.

The man seemed to be waiting for Bai Mo to speak, and stared dryly for a while, but finally Bai Mo spoke first, "What are you looking for me to do?" ”

"You don't want to ......"

Bai Mo rolled his eyes suddenly, and finally couldn't help it, "Your villains are all uniformly trained, can you change the lines, can you change them!" ”

Facing the man's stunned eyes, Bai Mo spread his hands angrily, "You go on." "Why bother

What about PC,

"Do you want to know where your companions have gone?"

Pointing to one of the coffins, "No, ask knowingly." ”

"Hahaha, smart and smart." After praising twice, he finally got to the point, "Do you want to save them, just voluntarily enter my dream......."

Hey, you have to go through a process.

"Willing, how can I get in?"

At this time, the two of them began to stare dryly again, and the demon cultivator in front of them couldn't even laugh dryly.

There is no doubt that if this demon cultivator is a modern time-traveler, it is estimated that he will also blow up, "Can you follow the process, can you follow the process, you can't fix it for me." ”

"It's as simple as that?"

Bai Mo waved his hand and said indifferently: "Do I have any other choice?" ”

Demon Xiu shook his head.

"Hurry up, don't waste time, you won't be able to eat the evening called flower chicken in the evening."

Demon Xiu laughed, "Interesting..... Oops, don't hit anyone.... Hurt.... Don't slap your face...."

After half a cup of tea, the demon cultivator looked flattering, "Daxian, why don't we go in, I'll just let people go?" ”

Bai Mo, who had already occupied the coffin of the demon cultivator, looked disdainful, "It's not like to say it, follow the process." What should I do? ”

Although this is not a node in the plot, it is also a good opportunity to give the male and female protagonists an experience.

"Yes, yes, no problem, Daxian."

waited for Bai Mo to lie down, and closed the coffin intimately.

As soon as the line of sight was separated, the sinister on Mo Xiu's face was clear, "Lao Tzu killed you little cubs who don't know the height of the sky." ”

I saw that the expression on Mo Xiu's face was distorted, but he didn't say half a word, after all, he only dared to think about it in his heart.

Those little guys who provided the request for reporting were simply looking for death, and they dared to provide false information.

What do you say is just a distraction period monk, the foundation is unstable, the soul is damaged, and it's all fucking bullshit.

Is this called a distraction?

Rubbing his broken and bruised eyes, he became more and more angry in his heart, and could only gesture twice to the air to express his anger.

"Not to start yet?"

Bai Mo's somewhat muffled voice came out of the coffin, and the hand that Mo Xiu was still waving was put down in an instant, with a standard military posture, "Start immediately, Daxian don't worry." ”

Knowing that she couldn't see it, but still didn't fight for it, the demon cultivator who stood upright completely collapsed.

also said that it was a beauty difference, and his life was about to go halfway.

The seal in his hand directly sent Bai Mo to the dream.

The first thing I saw was a shallow dream, and the strange thing was that this dream was still in the Peerless Imperial City.

After walking around, I saw the Tengyun Palace.

And Tao Qianqian was also sitting in a pink palace dress, walked in slowly, and took a closer look to find that the emperor was still lying on the soft couch for a hundred years, looking terminally ill.

The palace people are not busy in and out, and the only ones that may be set up may only be white ink and peach shallow.

Then Bai Mo watched the emperor be cured by Tao Qianqian's wonderful hand rejuvenation, Tao Qianqian was not greedy for glory and wealth at all, and insisted on leaving the Wushuang Country to start the road of hanging pots to help the world.

After thinking about it, Bai Mo still decided to go to the next dream, and finally came here to rescue Tao Qianqian.

After all, it's a dream, and it's okay to stay a little longer.

Just as he was about to leave, Bai Mo was grabbed by a hand, "Venerable! ”

As soon as I turned around, I saw Tao Qianqian's clear eyes, I thought she was sober now, but I didn't expect that Bai Mo just wanted to hit someone in the next second.

"Venerable, do you want to see a doctor?" ”

What could she do, she could only smile, "I'm not sick." ”

"People who are sick always say that they are not sick, take a look!"

She would really be grateful.

In the end, Bai Mo looked at Tao's shallow face, and silently recited countless times, if she was the heroine, she followed her into the hospital.

It's good to look at it without looking at it, something is wrong.

Terminally ill, the kind that can't be cured.

Looking at Tao Qianqian, who was crying and grabbing medicine for himself, Bai Mo really thanked and thanked.

Is it addicted to seeing a terminal illness? An emperor is not enough to toss, and now he has to toss her?