As soon as Nan Wangfu opened his eyes, he bumped into three pairs of eager eyes, his eye sockets were still a little bruised at this time, and the corners of his eyes would twitch from time to time, he grinned at the corners of his mouth, and showed a far-fetched smile.

"Sister, you scared Liluo. ”

Sen Luo and Arashiyama couldn't help laughing, the two looked at each other with strange faces, and at the same time dodged and hid outside the house, laughing loudly, very unscrupulous.

"Ah Nan, are you okay!" Huang Shang looked at Nan Wang's cheeks as if he had opened a colorful clothes shop, his eyes were full of guilt, and he cautiously probed Nan Wang's wound, but still retracted his hand in shame.

"It's okay!" Nan Wangwan smiled, pulling Huang Xiang's hand over his cheek.

"I know that you are sad and angry for a while, and these are just skin injuries, not tight. ”

Tears of remorse rolled out of Huang Shang's eyes, winding along her beautiful cheeks, some wetting the placket, and some dripping on Nan Wang's cheeks, Huang Sheng pulled Nan Wang, her chin against the top of his head, and she murmured sadly.

"I thought I would never see you again, Wuxiang is gone, if you are also gone, I will be left alone, Anan, I didn't mean to hurt you like this, I'm really scared. ”

Nan Forget sipped the wetness at the corner of her mouth, warm and a little wet and salty, this is the taste of tears, Nan Forget sighed, reached out to wrap her hand around Huang Shang, and buried her head in her chest.

"Sister, don't be sad, your tears are astringent and salty, and my wounds hurt when you killed them. ”

Huang Shang raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, and slapped Nan Forget in shame, his hands hugged him tighter, and Nan Wang's mouth and nose were deeply sunk in a softness, almost suffocating.

......

"According to the established plan, Arashiyama went down the mountain first. Nan Wang's gaze swept to Lanshan, smiled gently, and then said: "Give you three days to deal with it, and then we will go down the mountain, and we will meet at the Xinghua Village Restaurant in Fojiao Town, and we are making plans." ”

"If something goes down the mountain, I'll send a message to the mountain, and then you will go down the mountain more smoothly. Arashiyama sat precariously and nodded yes. Behind him was a coffin hewn from the roots of a tree.

Sen Luo's eyes flashed red, his face was solemn, and he suddenly interjected.

"That old bastard Jingqing, still a thief, plotting to visit the Hanging Temple again tomorrow, how is this matter good. ”

"Without further ado, I'll go down the mountain, just in case there is a change, or notify the abbot of the Hanging Temple Zhiran. It's also good to prepare for it. ”

Although Lan Shan was a little weaker, he was quite resolute in his work, and he immediately put the coffin behind him, arched his hand towards Nan Wang, and turned to leave.

"Zhiran, I'll inform you, Sen Luo, Nan forgot that I'm in danger and entrusts it to you, you should be more careful. ”

Huang Shang volunteered to take on the task of informing the abbot of Zhiran, although he was still not worried about Nan Wang's safety, but the situation forced him, and he couldn't help his mother-in-law and mother-in-law, and he told Sen Luo Qian to give him instructions, and he was reluctant to leave.

"Uncle is here, Aunt Huang, you can rest assured. Sen Luo's chest crackled, and he swore to the figure of Huang Shang in the distance, swearing that he was playing the package ticket.

"Can you do it?" a somewhat familiar questioning voice sounded.

"Hey, how can a man not use this word, you also underestimate me Senluo too much!" Senluo smiled, turned around and met a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling, and the smile slowly froze on his face.

"Uncle?"

"I'm your Aunt Liluo. Liluo blinked playfully, but her face was still bruised and swollen, and she looked a little miserable.

"What's the matter, as soon as your aunt leaves, you'll be back yang?" Sen Luo twitched the corners of his mouth, and his face sneered.

"Who said I'm afraid of that woman! I'm just looking at Nan Wang's face and letting her, I really can't beat him?"

"You're a dead duck. ”

"Dead duck, how do you say it?" Liluo was quite curious about this statement, and she was not annoyed by being scolded, and looked at Sen Luo seriously.

"Hard mouth!hahaha"

Sen Luo lit the pear in his hand and laughed, and the pear fell secretly thought to himself, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Someone's coming!" Sen Luo turned around solemnly and looked towards the mountain trail, where a group of more than a dozen people was winding up.

"Who's coming?" Riraku stood beside Sen Luo, also frowning.

The people who went up the mountain were obviously put together on a temporary basis, and there were many people from various sects, monks, Taoists, old people and children, sons and beautiful women, all of whom could not hide their evil spirits, and marched towards the mountain with cold faces.

Sen Luo let go of his fingers, crackled, and hid the pear behind him.

"No matter who it is, I'm afraid it's not the one who comes well, you go down there and hide for a while. ”

Liluo pulled the corner of Sen Luo's robe with a little hesitation and suggested in a low voice.

"Why don't I wake up Nan Wang?"

Sen Luo laughed, turned around and sent it softly, the pear fell and disappeared in the secret passage, Sen Luo waved his sleeves, and saw the hole slowly closed, Sen Luo stretched a lazy waist, the bones cracked, and smiled evilly at the group of people.

"A group of rabble, is it really like a paper paste for your uncle?"

......

After a while, the pedestrian was late.

The mess on the peak has been cleaned up by the yellow clothes, and it looks a little empty and lonely, and a handsome young man with an evil smile has his back to everyone, standing alone.

"That young man, did you ever know where Nan Sheng was?" a strong man with a shirtless dragon tattoo stepped out of the crowd and asked Sen Luo in a loud voice.

"Be quiet, I'm not deaf. Sen Luo turned around when he heard the sound, plucked his ear with one hand, and couldn't stop complaining.

"Yo, what a handsome little guy. When the beautiful woman saw the young man's appearance, her heart rippled, squeezed the two white lumps on her chest, swayed fat, smiled coquettishly, and threw an eyebrow at Sen Luo.

"Little brother, if you are willing to tell Nan Sheng's whereabouts, my sister will definitely take care of you. ”

"Thirteen Niang, I'm afraid I didn't fall in love with that little white face, right? How Xu is, you have a deep understanding. ”

The shirtless man stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful on Thirteen Niang's chest, which provoked Thirteen Niang to be ashamed and angry, the man laughed, and looked back at the fan-wielding boy in the team provocatively, with a look of disdain.

The thin boy with a pale face and black circles under his eyes brushed a folding fan, sneered, and teased:

"Hua thought to himself that he didn't have the ability of Brother Xu to fly the eaves and walk the wall, and he couldn't get the Ant Pills of the Zodiac Chief, so naturally he couldn't do the majestic earthquake and conquer Dadan. ”

"Okay, you're a kidney-deficient boy, and you're perfect at your mouth, so you don't know how your kung fu is?"

The shirtless man sneered, the muscles on the back of his hand bulged like intricate joints, and there were intricate prints rising from the palm of his fist, winding along his arm, and the pale yellow lugs loomed.

"Hua Mouya's empty son!" The playboy gritted his teeth to correct his name, stretched out his hand and slapped the long sword bound behind his back, the sword roared loudly, restless, like a trapped cage beast, ready to wait for an opportunity to burst out.

The infatuated Taoist shook off his ups and downs, and asked in a deep voice towards the big man Xu Wei: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, the poor Dao has worked hard, lasted seventy, seventy, forty-nine days, and only refined a furnace of strong pills, but the result is gone, Xu Daoyou, but what did you do?"

The crazy monk took a Zen stick, raised his chest with one palm, and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, don't ...... a real person who is infatuated."

As soon as the mad monk finished speaking, he saw the infatuated Taoist shake off the dust and shouted at him bitterly: "Master, you don't know that the elixir that Xu Wei stole is the one you ordered before. ”

"What?" the mad monk heard this, his eyes widened angrily, his fat face with a fat head and big ears turned red, he rolled up his arms and sleeves, and screamed like thunder.

"Xu Wei, Niang Xipi, see that the old man doesn't take your dog's life!"

That Xu Wei looked reckless, but in fact he was clever, and when he saw that he had provoked the anger of the public, he hurriedly dodged and hid behind the ancestor who moved the mountain, and shouted in his mouth: "Ancestor, help!"

The child-like mountain mover frowned, and the chaos in the field made his brain flutter, and his little face was cloudy, as if it could drip water.

"Stop! One or two melons are dripping, the troublesome Lao Tzu's brain is painful, which turtle son can't listen to it, Lao Tzu is your ancestor. ”

Everyone was silent, and they all lowered their eyebrows and said nothing.

"That's it? It's all about the excitement, I'm really going to do it, I'm not happy here! It's all to blame on that kid!

Sen Luo leaned on the trunk of the Bodhi tree, his hands were wrapped around his chest, and he was watching the play with relish, and at the critical moment, he was interrupted by the ancestor who moved the mountain, pouted his lips unsatisfied, and glared at the ancestor who moved the mountain with dissatisfaction.

An elderly man with a bamboo cane and shoes, with a white beard, slowly stepped forward, with a kind face and amiable speech.

"Doll, Old Man Rong advises you, those who know the times are Junjie, as you see, these people are by no means good, truthfully tell Nansheng's whereabouts, so as to avoid trouble. If you don't believe others, just whisper to Grandpa. ”

"Grandpa?" Sen Luo's eyebrows deepened, and his smile became more and more evil.

"Hey!" the old man's face changed, and his smile became more and more kind and kind.

"Lord, uncle!" Sen Luo roared in a low voice, kicked out coldly, and kicked between the old man's legs* fiercely.

The old man let out an inhuman scream, and his already rickety body became more and more rickety. This is not the end, Na Sen Luo's fingers are like hooks, and he thrust into the old man's eye sockets, poof! Two soft sounds, the old man burped and softened on the ground.

Two pale and cloudy eyeballs played in Sen Luo's palm, he raised his hand to wipe a handful of bloodied cheeks, grinned and stuck out his tongue, licking the blood from his fingertips.

"I like this kind of old birthday star who hangs himself and is crooked!"

Sen Luo kicked the old man in front of him away, and laughed coldly, "Waste!"

Sen Luo dusted off his trousers casually, the corners of his mouth became more and more brilliant, and then added.

"Oh, by the way, I didn't mean to target anyone, for me, all of you here are rubbish!"