No one who comes here can get out.

The next day you wake up, you'll definitely miss the dawn of the morning, no matter what kind of cultivation you have.

It doesn't matter what kind of monk you are, the light three cups are put down, and the high cultivation can't hold a pot.

They are pigs, and Shao Tiansi is raising "pigs", and the reason why they didn't kill them is that they haven't reached the "New Year" yet.

This building, if Mao Zhenhuang is not wrong, is a large space magic building.

The demon girl here looks at you on the surface and takes your Xuanjing, but secretly smokes the fetal light Yuanshou.

What can Shou Yuan do?

Cultivating evil is a kind of method!

In fact, it also has a use, the most masculine thing in the world, something more pure yang than the Yang Qi of the Gang Wu.

In Lenovo, where this place is, you can imagine what Shao Tiansi is going to do.

This is not a good place, a demon cave where he doesn't know what is hidden, his fat man speaks half-truths and half-truths, so none of the people here speak the truth.

Mao Zhenhuang, who was walking in the uninhabited road, just went through these thoughts lightly in his mind, and suddenly sweated like rain.

And these thoughts, he dared to be sure that there was a fifty percent chance of them being true.

But even if one of them is true, his life is in danger.

The road was not long, and Mao Zhenhuang didn't have much time to think, so Langkou stopped for a moment and then shook out.

And the fat man, who wanted to come back to play a scene, looked at a bald head sitting at his table and drinking bitterly, and a trace of consternation involuntarily flashed in his dangling head.

Hui An!

However, the image at this time was very embarrassing, the green robe had become a strip of cloth, and the shiny head was even more bloody, and the woman in red named Ju Nu was wiping him with disgust.

This man actually came back.

didn't have time to think about it, and didn't dare to look at it for too long, acting in a full set, the big-footed girl fell directly to the ground with a step, and even pretended to snore softly.

"Ahh

Qingyi, who was drinking wine, was thinking about the dead fat man who had been gone for so long, who would have thought that after a stroke of kung fu, the dead fat man fell from the verandah to the courtyard with a bang, and the round body rolled on the ground, and she screamed directly.

The fall was heavy!

The sound of smashing on the masonry shocked everyone in the courtyard even more, even the sound of Helian Chacha's piano was broken.

However, the light clothes will not let the "drunk" dead pig in front of him become the focus at all, and at least five or six fragrant wind goblins will come over with a hand, and all of them will be supported, and the dead fat man of nearly two hundred pounds will be lifted up by a group of weak and delicate bodies in an instant.

It didn't take long for Mao Zhenhuang's fat body to be thrown back on the bed on the third floor.

Bang!

Mao Zhenhuang felt that his bed trembled slightly, and he was slapped on the futon in all directions.

"Dead fat pig! I drank six cups and poured it, not as good as yesterday. ”

Qingyi looked at Mao Zhenhuang, who was full of ugliness, and kicked hard at the big ass with his upper foot, and the dead fat man who looked like a mountain of meat didn't even shake.

It can be seen that this pile of meat is absolutely worthy.

"Okay, sister in light clothes, this fat man at least drinks too much and sleeps, the wine is still good, but much stronger than my bald donkey, the bald crumbs drink too much not only vomit, but also perverted, in the middle of the night, the convulsions almost strangled me to death, fortunately I know that he is drunk. ”

"Lang girls, you are angry with me, what kind of cultivation is your bald donkey? Second-order True Spirit Great Monk level, and what about me? Sevenfold Life Pass! I only dare to smoke a little bit of poor Shouyuan, and your bald donkey, let go of smoking for ten years in one night, I guess he doesn't feel anything. ”

"Don't talk about this, hurry up and go downstairs, my bald donkey is still depressed below, tell him not to go out, he has to listen, he was almost killed by the immortal demon, and ......"

Mao Zhenhuang, who was lying on the bed and pretending to be dead, heard it really, until a bunch of goblins went out and closed the door, he didn't dare to turn over.

What is the rank of a second-order true spiritual monk?

In the Huayang Tianzong system, it is the old monster in the middle of Jindan!

This is the cultivation system of the exposition of Youwei, which is very different from the Jindan Dao of Huayang Heavenly Sect, cultivating the beginning, yuan, xuan, and three qi, shaping the true spirit, and reaching a realm of eternal existence of the true spirit.

In other words, the Great Sect expounds that the Youwei monk will never fall into the ghost path!

The body is destroyed, as long as the true spirit is gone, find a rebirth and rebuild.

Eighteen years later, he is a good man again!

"Damn! The dead bald head is actually an old monster in the Jindan period, what level is that Daosheng? A family of three bald heads is simply amazing! Not to mention that people brag about the bull so loudly, this level can indeed start a sect. ”

Mao Zhenhuang, who sat up with a carp, muttered, and his little eyes were even more slippery, his plan was to toss the little goblin called light clothes, and everything was fine when the young Tiansi was out of the morning sun, but he didn't expect that Hui An was actually a Jindan character.

And Mao Zhenhuang was thinking about a question at this time.

Is the old monster "tall" in the Jindan period taller than him, and his head is ironer than him?

Before he could come up with an answer, there was already the sound of soft footsteps outside the door, and Mao Zhenhuang found a comfortable position, and the big cake collapsed face down and directly back on the bed.

He didn't believe that at his weight, the little goblin in light clothes could carry him right.

Squeak~~

Sure enough, it was his door that entered.

It must have been that the light clothes didn't run.

Mao Zhenhuang, who was "snoring", listened to her every move, and a sound of Suo Suo entered his ears.

Undressing!

It is estimated that at this time, it is already a good spring, and the leaves are uncovered.

But where did Mao Zhenhuang dare to open his eyes and look at it, he could only lie on the bed and pretend to be dead.

There was a cool feeling on his shoulders, and the fat man suddenly felt a pair of softness moving his shoulders, as if to flip him over.

You don't have to think about it, you know what the other party is going to do to him.

Can't let this demon girl get her wish at all, if she comes here, she will lose some Xuanjing, and he will admit it.

But what the other party wants is such a thing as fetal light and longevity!

If it weren't for this demon cave, Mao Zhenhuang would have killed this woman early.

"You dead fat pig, why are you so heavy!"

The light clothes couldn't move at all after moving for a while, and they kicked Mao Zhenhuang's big ass in a hurry, mixed with verbal abuse.

Mao Zhenhuang, who was unmoved, was gambling!

Bet that the witch will not spend the night in this attic, or will disappear for a moment.

If his cultivation is a little higher, even if he is a foundation building period monk, he will not use this dangerous path, he believes that if he is that cultivator, he will take advantage of the unpreparedness of the crown in his hand, and the probability of going down to the other party's body in a different place with a knife is more than eighty percent.

But there are no ifs!

"Give me this girl!"

The light clothes that had rested for a moment seemed unwilling, and turned to Mao Zhenhuang's lump of meat and began to attack again.

And this time the hand is even stronger, and it uses spiritual power.

A surging power of yin and softness!

But it didn't work at all.

You can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, and in the same way, her light clothes can never move a fat person who doesn't want to be picked up.

"Huh~~~~ You won, it's heavy enough! Sister let you go today, double tomorrow. ”

The tired fragrant sweat of the light clothes was whistling, and after complaining viciously, he picked up the gauze on the ground and whipped it at Mao Zhenhuang's tiger's back and bear's waist.

Hurt!

A piece of clothing seemed to turn into an endless whip shadow in the hands of this demon girl.

Mao Zhenhuang tried his best not to twitch his face from pain, and he knew that there were at least ten countless blood marks on his back at this time.

However, he also knew that after enduring this moment, this revenge would be avenged immediately, and there would be no need to wait overnight.

Bang!

It's the sound of a light coat slamming the door.

I opened my eyes and swept the attic, but the people were no longer there, and only a gust of incense lingered in the house.

"As the saying goes, the most poisonous woman's heart, fat man, I can be regarded as a teacher today, yo yo~~~"

The back was as painful as a fire, and he opened his hand to scratch his back, good guy! It was full of blood, and he grabbed a handful of broken skin.

Don't think about it, the demon girl will say that he fell tomorrow.

However, there is no tomorrow.

"Damn, something is wrong!"

Mao Zhenhuang, who was grinning with his teeth, was just about to get up, and suddenly felt lightheaded, and his brain was even more dizzy.

"Dead demon girl, there is still this hand. ”

Mao Zhenhuang swept his eyes around, and knew what was wrong.

Fragrant!

Before the demon girl left, she lit an incense stick outside the door, and he knew from the green smoke that drifted in through the crack in the door.

"Don't blame the fat man, I don't care about last night's friendship, hum!"

After a cold sound, Mao Zhenhuang closed his breath directly, and when he looked at the green smoke floating in, his eyes were already full of murderous aura!

What happened to Shaotenji?

Since he dares to ask for his Mao Zhenhuang's life, let alone Shaotiansi, even Huanghuang Shangzong will dare to make a pit!

Walked to the door and gently pulled a gap in the wooden door, and glanced at the bottom corner.

Sure enough, a thin black incense was burning slowly, and the green smoke that drifted away was even stranger to be inhaled into his room.

"Don't have any thoughts about that forgetful incense, it will come back if it breaks off your bed, and don't try to extinguish it, you won't be able to light it if it is extinguished. ”

"It's you!"

Mao Zhenhuang was sure that someone was talking to him, but when he looked up to the left, he didn't expect it to be this person!