As soon as Old Man Ji entered the gate of the courtyard of Daping Village, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Shunfeng was startled and jumped in front of him.

Old man Ji wiped a handful of blood, and his face was like wax.

The curse of the Ji clan once again confirmed its domineering and toughness. He just gave the two of them a chance to be alone, and he was counterattacked.

"Fortunately, it's just a ban, if they are allowed to cook raw rice and mature rice, the old man's life will not be guaranteed. ”

There was a 'whoop' in the wind, and his eyes were worried.

Old man Ji patted its head: "You know it too." Since the marriage branch, the marriage between the stinky boy and his granddaughter-in-law has been broken, but I didn't expect that even the fate was so weak that there was no chance to meet.

You said that your granddaughter-in-law has been here a few times, and she can't even enter the door of the stinky boy's hall. And when she is in danger, the stinky boy can't reach it, so she can only watch and be anxious. They didn't care, but I felt uncomfortable looking at the old man. ”

"Whew. The wind blinked, and bean-sized tears rolled down.

"You're uncomfortable too, aren't you?"

"Woohoo!" Shunfeng nodded.

Old man Ji slowly sat down on the rattan chair in the courtyard: "Hey, you said that I didn't intervene forcibly, can I do it? When will we see each other? The outside world is disturbed, and there are so many immortal cultivators around my daughter-in-law that I don't know when I forget about the stinky boy." ”

Downwind whimpering.

"Hey, if this road doesn't work. I'll have to think of something else, old man. By the way, open the Xuanyan Palace! Invite the female cultivators who have cultivated to a high level and have good looks to come here to practice, in case any fairy can look at the stinky boy!"

Shunfeng hurriedly shook his head, it only liked Zhaozhao.

Old man Ji patted its head: "What does it matter if you like it or not? It's good if the stinky boy likes it, in case it can really bloom a peach blossom!"

The front paws lifted downwind and scratched the ground fiercely.

Old man Ji didn't care about it, and rushed into the room immediately: "Hey, where did the "Eagle Strike the Sky Heavenly Chu Fairy Catalogue" that I collected a while ago go......?

Listen to the 'crackling' sound of rummaging in the house, and grin in the wind.

The stupid bird's things, it naturally tore them to pieces for the first time and threw them to the yellow dog in the village to eat, and now I am afraid that it has already become a lump of fertilizer in the field......

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Because Cheng Zhaozhao couldn't speak, when Ji Junsu communicated with her, he simply used his divine sense. In the Xuanyan Palace, it became quiet.

During the day, Ji Jun consulted ancient books and deduced the art of mystery, and everything was as usual.

Cheng Zhaozhao took advantage of the sunlight outside the window to practice, practiced swords in the empty hall, and occasionally played the piano and chess, which was also leisurely.

At night, Ji Junsu practiced the art of breaking the curse. Cheng Zhaozhao slept peacefully wrapped in a quilt.

Time flies, years go by, and a month flies.

That night, Cheng Zhaozhao slept very unsteadily, his body seemed to be in an ice cellar, the cold air was pervasive, and the whole person shrunk into a ball.

Ji Jun, who was on the side of the bookcase, seemed to feel something, and walked closer.

If it was usual, Cheng Zhaozhao would definitely be aware of it, but at this time, she was covered in cold sweat and couldn't stop trembling.

Ji Junsu stretched out his hand to reach out to her forehead, frowned, and helped Cheng Zhaozhao up.

He quickly pinched the trick, and the scenery in front of the two of them suddenly changed, and the endless Bu Canal appeared in front of him.

And Cheng Zhaozhao in his arms disappeared at this time.

"Zhaozhao!"

Ji Junsu searched along the Bu Canal, and crossed countless flashes of images in the river.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of horses' hooves behind him.

As soon as he turned around, he met Cheng Zhaozhao's painful face, and when he looked down again, her body turned into a horse's body, and her limbs became horses' hooves.

Cheng Zhaozhao saw the stunned in Ji Junsu's eyes.

She looked down at the ugly centaurs in the canal, and was startled. After a few jumps and a splash in the river, she realized that she was the horseman.

"Zhaozhao!"

Ji Junsu's clear voice came, and Cheng Zhaozhao looked up and saw that his eyes were full of disgust and murderous intent.

Cheng Zhaozhao took two steps back, turned around and ran.

"Zhaozhao! stop!" Ji Junsu behind him chased closely, the more eager he was, the faster Cheng Zhaozhao ran, and disappeared into the Bu Canal in the blink of an eye.

Ji Jun stopped in place, frowned, and what he saw was Cheng Zhaozhao's primordial spirit. Her spirit was filled with fear, loneliness, and despair, all of which were the emotions left behind by the horseman.

If Cheng Zhaozhao can't get rid of it, she will completely become a horse man.

Ji Junsu closed his eyes and concentrated, let go of his senses, and looked for Cheng Zhaozhao in the Bu Canal. Bu Canal is the place he is most familiar with since he was a child, and he will not let Cheng Zhaozhao get lost in it alone.

Cheng Zhaozhao left Ji Junsu and ran to a place that he didn't even know about and stopped.

looked down at himself again, and his face was still the same face, but when paired with this body, it was extremely ugly.

She sat down dejectedly and raised her two front hooves: "This hoof even struggles to count spirit stones, if it really becomes like this......"

This ghost look, even the demon cultivator will dislike it when he sees it.

She couldn't imagine how she could use this to deal with those former friends, how to be coquettish in front of the senior sister, and tease him in front of Liu Fatzi.

The river is fast, but it runs out in the blink of an eye. She was buried by the yellow sand, and when she climbed out, she saw countless horsemen, and the horses were galloping wildly.

Cheng Zhaozhao saw a group of even uglier looking monsters again, they were strong, covered with hard bumps, and their hands were strong and powerful, and they grabbed the centaur at once, and tore it hard, and the centaur was split in two.

The horses panicked and fled.

The monster behind him grinned, tearing apart one centaur after another, blood splattering everywhere and staining the yellow sand red.

Cheng Zhaozhao felt sad, sad, and more afraid.

She was trembling, she was trembling, she was terrified, and these emotions made her limbs root like stakes in the red desert.

The monsters roared, sharp claws piercing her body, tearing her chest.

She saw her body halved by the sand, and the blood was absorbed.

The next moment, the scenery in front of Cheng Zhaozhao's eyes changed, and she returned to the Bu Canal again.

A centaur appeared in front of Cheng Zhaozhao, the one she killed.

"Why do we want to live in such a harsh wilderness! We Tama have never wanted to fight with them for territory, but we have been killed and expelled by them, we are fed up!" the centaur roared.

This time, Cheng Zhaozhao fully understood its words and felt the same way. Because she was also the one who died under the killing.

"I have deep sympathy for what happened to you. ”

This Tama clan is like the original Shao clan, because they don't have enough strength, they are bullied, hunted down, and even slaughtered by more powerful beings.

She was a survivor of the killings that year.

The centaur glared angrily: "Who wants your sympathy, we have already taken refuge in the hottest place in the wilderness, why do you still come to kill our people." ”

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