"Come, drink porridge." When the purple qi came from the east, the fairy chief picked up the thick porridge on the fire, licked the thick porridge with sticky pieces in the bowl in front of everyone with a spoon, and said kindly: "It's not enough to add it yourself, until you are full." ”

"Hulala" Chen Changsheng, who was full of stupidity, picked up the hot thick porridge on the table and drank it, his eyes swaying and swept to the unfamiliar two people around him.

I saw a man who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, carefully blowing the thick porridge in the cold bowl with his mouth, inhaling it gently, and then taking another bite for a long time.

Beside the young man was a dark-skinned woman, with burly and powerful arms, calloused hands that were not afraid of the heat, and drank thick porridge steadily at the bottom of the bowl.

These two people were brought back by the female fairy chief and the other four three months ago, and now he is left with the two of them who have not gone to "cultivate immortals".

"Chapter Jiu, after drinking the porridge and I will go to the Yuling Pavilion, the junior brother is going to be a master." After drinking the porridge in the bowl, the female fairy's eyes swept to Chen Changsheng, who was buried in the bowl, put down the bowl and said.

"Okay." After drinking only a thick layer of porridge left in the bowl, Chen Changsheng put the bowl heavily on the stone table, jumped off the stool, and followed behind the female fairy.

"Remember to put the bowl after drinking." Lingzhi stood up, led Chen Changsheng all the way out of the courtyard, and turned back to shout to the female man who was adding porridge.

"Here we are." Half an hour later, Chen Changsheng and the two came to the door of the Yuling Pavilion, and the old man came out of the house and said nonchalantly.

"My junior brother, I'm definitely going to come over and have a look." Passing the old man, the fairy chief came to the house alone, and stretched out her hand to pull Chen Changsheng, who was stunned in place.

"Here it is, Senior Sister." A weak figure came from inside the house.

Hearing this, Chen Changsheng pretended to skim it off inadvertently, only to see that the door of the house was open, and Qi Liujiu was lying on the table with a haggard face, like a withered tree.

The belly, full of veins, leaned on the table, revealing a corner of the robe, revealing the almost transparent belly inside, revealing the spherical shadow inside in the sunlight.

"As long as the junior disciple survives this hurdle, you can officially become a disciple of the sect." Listening to Qi Liujiu's breathing like a tractor, the female fairy's tone was calm, and there was no trace of waves in her eyes.

"The auspicious time has been said, produce meat beads!" A gong-like voice sounded in the courtyard, and the old man's voice continued to come in an orderly manner: "Force!" ”

The old man's words fell, and he saw Qi Liujiu's forehead with blue tendons, and the cicada-like belly began to squirm, tightening inch by inch.

Beads of sweat fell on the table and made a "tick, tick" sound, and the spherical shadow in the stomach was squeezed into an oval shape, and it actually began to approach the throat a little bit along the stomach to the top.

"Wow!" Fingers snapped in his throat again and again, and the sound of retching echoed through the room.

"Come out!" The ellipse hit Qi Liujiu's throat, and the roar turned into a whimper, but the shadow went up a few points.

Feeling the shadow moving upward, Qi Liujiu's tired face showed madness, and he struggled to open his mouth.

"Click!" A slight dislocation sounded, and the two fingers that clasped the throat did not hesitate at all, curled up together with the palms of their hands, and reached into their mouths as quickly as possible, passing the discomfort in their throats and eyes, and continuing to explore downward.

The fingernails rubbed against the throat and left traces of blood, and the throat was constantly deformed and twisted as the hand continued to explore.

"Woo." The finger stabbed at the bottom of his throat, and a joyful whimper sounded in Qi Liujiu's throat, but because the vocal cords were torn, no one present could hear it.

"Whoa!" The crisp sound of water sounded in his throat, Qi Liujiu desperately straightened his neck, and his arm quickly retreated in his throat, with a piece of placenta that showed a sharp point.

"Meat beads!" Chen Changsheng's complexion remained unchanged, but there were huge waves in his heart, and he had thought of thousands of possibilities, but he never thought that the meat beads came like this.

But before Chen Changsheng could continue to think about it, he saw Qi Liujiu's movements at hand, and the blood-colored flesh ball wrapped in the placenta was stuck in his throat, no matter how Qi Liujiu exerted his strength, it was useless.

"Break your throat, but if you become a disciple of the Ren Medicine Sect, the sect will let you die!" Looking at the meat ball stuck in Qi Liujiu's throat, the old man shouted loudly.

The broken knife flashed with cold light, and Qi Liujiu took out the short knife from his waist and stabbed it at his jaw.

The sharp tip of the knife pierced Qi Liujiu's jaw, and it slid all the way down with the splash of blood.

The narrow throat was covered with balls of meat, and things like the tracheal vocal cords and esophagus were squeezed out of their original positions, and as the knife cut open the throat, the broken vocal cords fell to the ground, and the squeezed and deformed balls of flesh drooped and fell out of the throat.

"Sting!" grabbed the meat ball that drooped down, the placenta that exposed the mouth gradually disappeared, and a meat ball the size of a full-aged baby was pinched in Qi Liujiu's hand.

"Medicine!" The vocal cords separated up and down the empty throat trembled.

Walking a few steps forward, the old man took the meat ball, took out a bottle of gold sore medicine from his arms, and replaced the sharp knife in Qi Liujiu's hand.

"Not this medicine!" Seeing the medicine in his hand clearly, Qi Liujiu's pale face suddenly distorted, smashed the clay pot, shook his vocal cords, and roared silently.

"Congratulations on becoming a disciple of the sect, but the medicine of the sect is to be exchanged, but you don't have anything now." Holding the meat ball in his hand, holding it high above his head, letting his eyes shine through the blood-red meat ball on his face, the old man's voice said flatly.

"Liar." Qi Liujiu knelt on the ground, wiped the powder stained with dust and ceramic fragments on the ground with his fingers, wiped it on both sides of his cracked throat, and then picked up the branch on the side and inserted it into the flesh, sewing the wound together.

There were three branches stuck in his neck, and the blood fell little by little along the branches and leaves on the bright red robe, Qi Liujiu stared at the old man with resentful eyes, his mouth opened and closed, and he let out a hoarse roar.

The roar decreased, Qi Liujiu's life came to an end, his eyes full of fierce light became sloppy, the skin of his whole body was pale and wrinkled, his feet were paralyzed, and he fell to his knees on the ground, stirring up bursts of dust.

"Hey, your junior brother still hasn't survived." The old man sighed, but his attention was no longer on Ling Zhi's body and fell on Chen Changsheng's body: "I want a ginseng fruit every month, I can't afford it, I see that your cultivation has regressed." ”

"That's okay, you can help him hand it over to me, so that you can concentrate on cultivation." As he spoke, the old man showed a kind smile and a concerned tone: "If you agree, I can also send you some elixir to make up for your losses in the past few months." ”

The conditions were very good, Ling Zhi did not agree immediately, looked down at Qi Liujiu's corpse on the ground, and did not speak for a long time.