The wet wind is not cold, and the sky is sunny after the rain.

When Wang Zimo walked out of the cave with his curly hair and a wrinkled face, he suddenly saw a stranger with his back to the cave and looking into the distance.

Yin Zhentong said that those people outside were less than five elements, at most they were at the peak of the six gods, and also said that he was already a god-level master of the Liangyi Holy Realm, and dealing with a few little broken cubs outside was like pinching a chicken.

But who would have thought that he would see an old man as soon as he went out.

And he is a strong-blooded, red-faced old man.

It can be seen from his high bulging temples and the sudden jumping tiger's mouth that it is really a fight, but Wang Zimo is as tyrannical as he is pinching a chicken.

"Uh......! ”

"You go on, keep looking at your scenery!"

The prince silently stuck to the stone wall and turned around to sneak back to the cave, but before he had taken a few steps, the strange old man seemed to have eyes on his buttocks, and snorted coldly: "Stop!"

The man turned around abruptly, and when he saw Wang Zimo, his eyes widened and he was stunned for a long time, he couldn't hold it back any longer, and his thick lips were cracked, and he let out bursts of deep laughter.

Lang Lang's laughter echoed in the mountain stream, Han Dudu trembled with laughter, old tears flowed, and after a while, he coughed, one after another, the more he coughed, the more addicted he became, and after a long time, his face turned red, bent over, his hands on his hips, pointed at Wang Zimo, and couldn't help laughing.

"You, hey, you're laughing at me!"

"Do you have a face on a walnut?"

It's too much of a deception!

Prince Mo's already wrinkled face suddenly distorted.

The curly hair was hateful, exactly like the fluff that had just grown underneath.

"You're the hairy walnut skin!"

Not to be outdone, the prince pouted his chin and nostrils to the sky, and said in his heart: For now, let's hurry up and find a doctor and prescribe a few prescriptions to regulate yin and yang. I don't know how much ridicule this person will be subjected to!

Where to go? Baiyun Temple? Gong Ju's unreliable old cripple must have a way.

No, Baiyun Temple can't go back!

Wang Zimo suddenly remembered that he was already the devil in the White Horse Pavilion, and he was boiling, and going was undoubtedly equivalent to going to death!

Immediately gloomy.

What if a doctor is found? What if he is cured? At present, killing people pays for his life, and people come to the door to kill or chop them, and it is not a matter of his words!

"Come with me!"

Han Dudu finally calmed down, took a deep breath, and pretended to be fine, but after seeing the prince silent, he couldn't help laughing!

"There is a debtor and a debtor, I killed the person, and it has nothing to do with her!"

The prince pointed to the depths of the cave. There, Yin Zhentong was listening to Mingbao's hexagrams, his big eyes were about to stand out, and he asked with a crying voice: "Wang Zimo really married a bride from Yangchi?"

"It's just that I'm married to a baby, and I haven't entered the cave room yet, girl, you still have a chance!"

"This liar!" Yin Qitong bit his lip, his face full of grievances. "So is she a human or a demon?"

"I can't tell if it's a human or a demon!" Mingbao shook his head, he couldn't tell.

Although he fought with Dai Xiaomo, he never got close. The red-clothed protector alone stretched him to the limit.

Suddenly, Mingbao looked up at the outside of the stone cave, and his two thin eyebrows frowned leisurely, as if he heard something, tilting his head and listening.

"Oh no! Zimo, that kid is in trouble!"

Mingbao just wanted to get up, and suddenly his body fell down heavily, and he was able to come back alive from Yangchi, and he had exhausted all his cultivation, and it was a blessing that he was lucky not to die.

Outside the stone cave, Han Dudu waved his hand indifferently, and then flashed to Wang Zimo, carrying him like a pinching a chicken.

Early in the morning, the drizzle is like a line.

Bathed in mist in Sanhezhuang, the temperature dropped suddenly.

On the west mountain, an old man and a young man, two figures looked at each other. Under the prince's silent gaze, Han Dudu finally compromised, turned his back and waved his hand repeatedly, no longer letting out a pig-killing howl.

Wang Zimo was very unhappy in his heart, if it was just to laugh at himself, then he would die of laughter! There are no fruit trees or wild beasts here, and the people in the village have not done it once in a hundred years, so it is really a good place to commit crimes.

"If you want to kill or chop, listen to it!"

What the hell does this old puppet want to do?

Since seeing how Da Ji cut off the head of a skinny monkey, Wang Zimo's concept of killing has become clearer.

He knew that killing people was not enough.

The blood is cold, the lights are out, and there will be no worries and worries!

Besides, aren't his hands stained with blood?

What is the point of discussing who is right and who is wrong? Murder pays for life, and blood debts are paid for blood! In this world where the strong are respected, the weak want to get ahead, and they are like wading through the sea and digging rivers, and the gnats and flies are burdened with mountains!

Sanhezhuang, after all, still couldn't bear the loneliness and lifted the veil of hypocrisy.

Suddenly, Wang Zimo was full of thirst for power!

He longs to be outstanding, to be shocking, to be invincible, to be supernatural, and to be like the old man in front of him, who can shake the world with his hands, and is not bound by others!

But so what?

I am a mermaid for the sake of knives, and my life is not in the hands of others. I can't even choose the place to die, the method of dying, or even the posture of dying.

Who knows about dying on this desolate western mountain?

After a few years, it became a handful of dry bones.

Everything returns dust to dust, and dust to dust.

Is this God's gift to me at the age of seventeen? It is better to spend two years in Baiyun Temple, carefree and able to meet Da Ji at the temple fair every year.

Taking advantage of Wang Zimo's thoughts, Han Dudu suddenly pinched his arm, and then pulled the vise down hard, from elbow to wrist, from strength to ankle, and then listened to a series of "click" crisp sounds, like firecrackers, pinched Wang Zimo's eyes turned up, and he grinned in pain.

Even the body that had just been quenched with the two qi of yin and yang could not withstand the toss, and it swelled after a while.

Everything seemed to be in Han Dudu's expectation.

But there was one thing that he didn't expect.

The prince was swollen like a ball. But in less than a stick of incense, the bloated body subsided. Not only that, but even the wrinkled face has returned to its original state, only the hair on the top of the head is still curly, still resembling the fluff that has just grown on the lower body.

Wang Zimo was very annoyed, grabbed a few and looked at it carefully, the more he looked at it, the more it looked like it, the thick black one was more similar to the big one.

Luckily, the face is fine!

Touching his smooth chin, the prince was silently glad, but he had no bottom in his heart, like a flower face pretending to play a board and singing, and "babbling" was disturbed.

The old man stood with his back to the prince silently, and in front of him was the Sanhezhuang hidden in the surrounding mountains, the mist was swirling, and the cooking smoke was rising.

A clear spring meanders from the pond, like a white chain, stepping on the stone corner to splash strings of water, and finally flows out after several twists and turns. The shallow water is crystal clear, and the deepest part is only half an arm, as if it will break at any time, but it has never been broken!

The villagers call it the stream.

Looking at Sanhezhuang, Wang Zimo suddenly sprouted a desire to survive. What the hell does this old puppet want to do? Catch yourself and don't kill yourself. Since it's all right, see you another day!

The prince silently ignored him, turned his head and left!

"Why are you going?"

"Looking for Daji!" Wang Zimo was worried about his brother, and Wang Ji's smile last night always echoed in his mind, making him feel distressed!

Laugh, smile bitterly, laugh and cry!

Although the big one made a laugh, the laughter did not make others feel comfortable.

Faced with the prince's cold answer, Han Dudu had a hundred thousand whys in his heart, but he couldn't wipe his face to ask.

Seeing Wang Zimo walking farther and farther, Han Dudu was anxious in his heart, so he pretended to be unfathomable, pointed to the direction of the camel peak, and said step by step: "Wang Ji went deep into the mountains, and your ability is comparable to sending him to death!"

"Even if you go to die, you have to get the big one back!"

"If you're really dead, what else are you going to look for?"

"Soul!"

"What?"

Wang Zimo stopped, turned to look at Han Dudu, pointed to his heart, word by word, and shouted loudly: "Faith!"

With a firm look in his eyes, Han Dudu had no doubt that the prince was a little false.

"Hmmm......"

General Han, who has always been majestic and unambiguous, where has he ever moved his heart?

Unexpectedly, the prince choked him to death with a few words, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "Okay!