Toothache!

Sour!

The great monk's calm appearance made people can't help but want to smoke him, but they can't find a suitable reason.

The silver fox scratched for a while, feeling a little unable to talk about it.

On the one hand, he expounded on the evil power of the funeral night, and on the other hand, he reminded me? It means that Lao Tzu embarrassed the funeral night today, and he can embarrass me in the future.

Looking up, the great monk was also glaring at him, naïve, but his eyes were full of provocation, as if to say: This is what the poor monk meant.

"Do you really want to insist, do you really know him?" asked Silver Fox again, but his tone was visibly impatient.

The great monk clasped his hands together and said, "The poor monk has made up his mind. ”

"Heh!" Silver Fox sneered, "He can go in, but your quota is withdrawn, okay? You can't sacrifice your own people to fulfill others, right?"

"The silver fox is right, how can the arm be turned outward?"

"There is no rule to do things, what kind of system is it? Clear rewards and punishments are the foundation of a team's cohesion." ”

"The last picture corner was provided by Mr. Fu! Is this a double credit, should it be rewarded?"

The great monk's emotions also began to mobilize, "Besides, the white-clothed monk also promised him before, how can we go back on our word? How can we break our promises? Do you want the people in the rivers and lakes to see us laughing?"

White-clothed layman: "Did I promise him?"

Lao Dao nodded: "You said it!"

White-clothed layman: "......"

I think I said it, but I didn't know the number of people allowed to enter the customs before.

Everyone didn't speak, even the silver fox was quiet, which was equivalent to his "3", and the big monk directly came out of the king.

And play a ball!

On the contrary, Zhao Ling'er, who had been watching from the sidelines, stood up and nodded: "Indeed, we can't break our trust with others, and we can't go back on our word, since this is the case, then even if he is one, this is my personal opinion." ”

After finishing speaking, Zhao Ling'er looked at the silver fox again, the meaning is very simple, there is no chance to turn over, let's push the boat down the river!

The silver fox nodded knowingly, "Okay! In that case, I agree!"

Silver Fox, the initiator of the opposition to the funeral night, and there is a certain king of the rivers and lakes, he has turned back, and no one else can say anything.

After all, this is the promise made by the scholar in white before, even if the choice is wrong, it will be wrong, this is the rule of the rivers and lakes!

So everyone agreed, and Funeral Night entered the third sequence.

But when it really came to this time, he didn't seem to be very happy to bury Mr. Big, and he looked worried.

The great monk asked, "Are you unhappy?"

"I'm glad to be bargained for by you as an item. I am the most miserable ** on the rivers and lakes, taking the initiative to help others, and being looked down upon!"

Great Monk: "......"

Wang Xiaosong: "......"

Silver Fox: "......"

Zhao Ling'er: "......"

White-clothed layman: "......"

Lao Dao: "This kid is a bit of an inch!"

The white-clothed layman nodded: "He's very dry-tongued, no wonder his popularity is so bad, even I want to smoke him." ”

"Alas, bear with it!

Lao Dao and the white-clothed layman looked at each other and smiled, and continued to walk forward, not caring about the rest of the matter.

Under the recommendation of the leaders of all walks of life, the remaining people were quickly determined, and Wang Xiaosong reported the situation to the white-clothed layman, planning to march to Ziyun Mountain at night.

The white-clothed monk and Lao Dao summoned the funeral night for the second time, and the three of them chatted next to the boulder with the words "The End of the World".

"There are many opportunities in Ziyun Mountain, and I am also very optimistic about you, I hope you can find what you want in it!"

"I don't have porridge or something, I'm the head of the house, how can I care about these, but when the great monk and Wang Xiaosong were my friends, they begged each other, and I couldn't wipe my face, if I could help, I would try to help!

The white-clothed layman's face moved, and his right fist was clenched tightly, biting and biting at all.

This ...... It's really underdrawn.

Lao Dao's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes seemed to be a little sharper, as if he had a killing intention.

There was a smug feeling in my heart on the night of the funeral, continue to pretend, pretend to each other! Anyway, it's all free, whoever blows it will be strong.

The white-clothed layman still has emotions to pave, after all, he is a leader!

But this kid didn't eat this at all, he took the opportunity as helpless, and said as if he was the wronged party.

Where is your conscience?

The white-clothed scholar took a deep breath and suppressed the frizziness in his heart: "I won't talk about other things, but there is one thing, if you are lucky enough to get it, you must give it to me." ”

The scholar in white is not as kind as before, or easy to say.

His attitude had changed, and it had become unusually large, it was an unquestionable command, very formal, very serious.

There is also a B number in his heart on the night of the funeral, when to blow and when to follow, he is clear.

"Okay, you can say something, I will promise you, I should make a friend!"

"I don't know exactly what it is. ”

Funeral Night: "......"

"But there must be a word on it, maybe it's a weapon, maybe it's an inconspicuous object, in short, I must get it. ”

"Okay, I'll pay attention!" Although the funeral night was still neither humble nor arrogant, his attitude and tone were very submissive.

No one knows how much power these guys have, but Fu Ye knows in his heart that he definitely can't afford to provoke him anyway.

I don't have this mind, even if I get heavy insurance, I may not be able to use it, or I may not be able to keep it.

"Is there anything else?" asked Funeral Night.

The white-clothed layman said coldly: "It's gone!"

Then he turned around and habitually looked into the distance, not at all who is you buried on the night?

This is a habit change, every time you get used to an attitude, or a symbol, and suddenly another one jumps out without long eyes, what will you think in your heart?

After leaving on the funeral night, I was also relieved in my heart, I will be fine in the future, I am always looking for me to chat, and I am not available.

It feels like talking to the dean, have you considered the mental endurance?

Or the fresh air outside, full of freedom, security and wonderful.

Empty clothes!

Dusk, go!

The scholar in white said that each light here represents a path, and after entering, it may be assigned immediately, which means that everyone may not land in the same place.

Those who enter should also find a way to complete the task as quickly as possible according to Mr. Hu's instructions.

Of course, the Burial Night skull was empty, just a temporary worker, and there were many things in the system that he had not come into contact with.

Everything can only be settled with the situation, regardless of his thirty-twenty-one, the right is to travel for a while!

The funeral night was arranged in front, but as soon as he walked to the edge of the cliff, he immediately retreated: "You won't fall to your death, will you?"

Then he refused to be the first to go down, Lao Dao's face twitched more than a dozen times, and he clenched the hilt of the sword with his backhand.

(End of chapter)