Uh-huh――

Invisible energy, with the soft sound of breaking the air, the radial centipede essence floated in.

The centipede spirit's fluttering momentum was like an arrow off the string, although it was swift and incoherent, but it was forcibly intercepted by this soft energy. Suddenly, I only felt that the strength of my body suddenly dissipated, like duckweed swaying in the water, and fell down like catkins, falling in front of the roots of daffodils.

At this moment, the centipede spirit should have woken up, but it is closer to the thing it has always dreamed of. He has many legs, all of them are short, but they are also within reach, can the flower essence in front of him still eat in his mouth?

The centipede spirit was not reconciled! I wanted to move, but I couldn't move at all, I could only smell the fragrance of this flower essence, what a wonderful feeling, but I hadn't noticed it for more than 600 years. In a trance, the centipede spirit deeply felt the depression at the moment, inexplicably sad, as if it was very strong and unpredictable, and only felt that his heart was empty.

"Old man, why don't you eat it directly? Eat it quickly! It fell in front of my roots, and it made me feel a little creepy......" The daffodil's crisp voice, like a pearl trembling, was obviously a little frightened, but also exuded joy.

"What's the hurry...... the old man stretched his body and replied leisurely.

"You weren't like this before......"

"Today's situation is different, you have been nagging for a long time, and you have not thought that I also have feelings? I am now in a very fluctuating mood, very unappetizing, I need to ease my mood a little. ”

"Well, get it away from me first......"

When the centipede spirit heard this conversation between the old and the young, the feeling finally came back to life, but it was complicated and indescribable, and the strongest thing was that he felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood. Scheming is anxious, and there is recklessness in advancing and retreating, but even if there are many scheming, scheming, and making quick decisions, what can be done to such a point?

With a slight move of the old man's hand, the centipede spirit flew through the air and landed on the rock.

"Well, when death is near, do you want to say anything more?" asked the old man. The centipede essence suddenly felt that the strength of his body had returned to his body, and he no longer had the feeling of being evacuated when he landed in front of the daffodil essence root just now. He immediately understood in his heart that this was the old monster's means of protecting the little goblin, which was too unfathomable.

"You... Old-timers, I ...... I... I thought you were gone......"

"You're cursing me to death?"

"No, it's not, it's me who was confused, and I shouldn't be offended...... It, I... I'm damned!" The centipede spirit swallowed, the posture can only be humble, where is there still arrogance, but the idea of survival was born, "Old-timer... Spare my life, ...... From now on, I will be at your disposal......"

"You don't just become a sperm, let alone the first day you came out to mingle, listen to your experience, so rich, act calmly, ruthlessly, and coolly, when did you get confused?" the old man paused, and continued with a sigh of relief, "If I spare you, the little baby will definitely laugh at me, and scold me for being old and confused......"

"That's it!" the daffodil echoed at the right time, and it was rare that she did not contradict it.

"Do you think I'm going to be immortal?" Heaven won't destroy me, can you send me immortal?" The old man slept to his heart, and became more and more interested, "It's you who think I'm going to be immortal! You think I'm immortal, so you shouldn't offend it, if I really go immortal, then you should offend it? Are you still reasonable? You really deserve to die!"

The centipede spirit lay down on its stomach, its flat head hanging down, its legs hunched and trembling.

was reprimanded by the old man, and under such fear, the centipede essence did not forget to reflect on himself: It may be that I ate a pig essence three months ago, and when humans are confused, they will say that they are blinded by lard, and I have always been wise on the path of cultivation, but suddenly I became so confused, it turned out that ...... Alas, the demon pig has just become a sperm, and I shouldn't have eaten it.

"The little demon pig hurt me! I was blinded by lard, so I was confused, and begged the old-timers to spare my life!" the centipede spirit exhaled, finding a reason, no matter what, it was regarded as a life-saving straw, in short, with a glimmer of hope.

"Ahh

"It's the little demon pig! It's the little demon pig that hurt me, I was confused because I ate a pig essence and lard blinded my heart, I hope the old-timers will have mercy on me, spare me......"

"You..."Daffodil Flower's heart is getting more and more blocked, more and more disgusted, she already feels that it is difficult to talk to him, and it is uncomfortable to even listen to him, it is really unbearable, "Old man, I can't stand it, eat it quickly!",

"Alas......" the old man sighed, "it seems that it is indeed not your fault, but the moon!"

"Old man..."The daffodil is about to faint, and the old guy doesn't know which tendon is out of order today, and he has spent time on this.

"Yes, yes!" the centipede nodded busily, "It's the little demon pig... It's the moon that is to blame......"

"Haha......" The old man laughed loudly, and suddenly scolded: "You are big! After eating a pig essence, you said that you were blinded by lard? If you eat someone, you can't say that you are a ghost? You really use it to excuse yourself, and you take it for granted?"

"Yes, yes, no, no......" The centipede nodded and kowtowed, trembling incoherently.

"Yes! Such a harmful cultivation will have to be repaid sooner or later. "The old man's affection, under the nonsense of refuting the centipede essence, although it was not eased, it was smooth, it took so much saliva, and the stomach was cleared, "It's so unreasonable to spare you, if you don't accept you, I will accept you, so I'll do it for the bad old man......"

Seeing that the old man opened his bloody mouth, the centipede tried his best to beg for mercy but could not recover, anyway, it was a death left and right, and suddenly opened his mouth, spewing out a thick black smoke, and then burst out all his strength and rushed backwards.

The black poisonous smoke is a powerful technique that the centipede spirit has deliberately cultivated after it is folded in the hands of the white-clothed snake demon, and it has the intention of transforming the goblin, which can penetrate the hard rock lightly, and the centipede essence can pass through the mountains and escape with this exercise, and in the case of not being able to fight, it increases the certainty of escape. The centipede is originally one of the five poisons, and there is such a cultivation, and after a hundred years of deliberate refining, the toxins hidden in the poisonous smoke can be imagined.

The centipede spirit has never been restrained, but a dying struggle, struggle, toss, and this time, it is not the luxury of hoping that the poisonous smoke can have much effect in front of the old man, just to block it, it has reached the critical moment of playing with life.

Otherwise, this exercise has never been used against the enemy, and there will be no chance to use it again.

There is really no chance, not even a glimmer of life. The old man didn't pay attention to the poisonous smoke at all, and the long rope-like tongue was like a suction cloth, rolling the rich poisonous smoke and the body of the centipede essence into the bloody mouth.

At that moment, the daffodil saw the old man's bright red long tongue, as if it was wrapped in black smoke, and as if it was sticking to the black smoke, the rich black smoke suddenly disappeared, and the original bright red long tongue was also dyed dark green, and the centipede essence was stained on the tip of the tongue, where could it still struggle for half a minute, and it was quickly rolled into the mouth.

Click, click, the old man's big mouth closed and chewed twice, and with a grunt, the Adam's apple rolled, and he returned to calm.

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