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The only figure who was extremely embarrassed was, of course, the dead white-clothed monk who was tied up by a bundle of immortal vines-Ji Nineteen.

At this time, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were disheveled, his face was like ashes, and he was indescribably depressed.

Of course, the people who escorted him in the head were more than a dozen monks who had secretly discussed with him.

There is a way to do a full set of dramas, and all of these people are arrogant and arrogant.

From time to time, Nanli Sakura pulled at Ji Shijiu's scattered hair that was going to cover his face, either patted his face, or twinked his nose, and even stretched out a finger alone to provoke his chin, blew a mouthful of fragrance in his face, and then said slowly: "Yo, come to Xiaolangjun to give my sister a smile." Look at whether Lang Jun outside has a bright smile or a sincere smile in our original life. ”

Ji Shijiu, who was originally a bitter gourd face, had to pull his facial muscles, and helplessly squeezed out a smile with a pretentious intention. To be honest, this smile is not bright at all, but it looks a little deformed and awkward.

The sound of 'pop' resounded through the underground passage, which was the result of Nanli Sakura not being satisfied with Ji Nineteen's smile and slapping it hard.

Five slender red marks immediately appeared on Ji Nineteen's face, and he sneered: "Ya's slutty girls are actually here, see if there is a chance how the master will clean you up, wait for us." ’

"Yo, I don't know what to do, but I dare to perfunctory my mother. The raised arm gestured and fanned out viciously.

A strong, powerful arm protruded from the bevel with lightning speed, grabbing her slender and boneless wrist with unmistakable accuracy.

A middle-aged male voice full of temperament sounded at the same time: "Sakura girl, don't be petty at this time." After it is delivered to the original owner, you can use your soft-hearted secret technique to ask for this afterlife from the original owner, and you can toss as much as you want at that time. Now, let's not play with our loot too much. ”

Of course, the one who spoke was Nan Li, who had the most unilateral power at present, but Nan Liyang, who had a goat's beard, helped him and gathered a lot of his subordinates.

This woman is also the master of judging the situation, 'hee-hee' smiled, threw her wink-eye, took advantage of the situation and clasped her little hand to the back of the opponent's hand, and her water snake-like waist was about to lean against the other party's tall and broad chest with a twisting gesture, but her mouth said to the dream-like sweetness: "Okay, my crooked gentleman." ”

The other party is used to her trick, as soon as her fingers are loosened, her tall figure flashes and she wants to dodge from the side.

But this cherry blossom is the other hand like lightning, with a hint of cunning in his eyes, and the destination of this outstretched claw is the man's secret lair.

Sakura, who was smiling, said lightly: "I don't know if Mr. is crooked, but the old lady is curious." ”

This unexpected trick monkey steals peaches, almost didn't dodge, and was possessed by mana, and a stream of mana swept out from the crooked crotch, which could block Sakura's little hand.

The cherry blossoms are also in moderation, and they are forced to grasp it without infusion of mana, which is enough to have this meaning.

He sneered and said, "It seems that this place is not crooked, it is either a round ball or a pillar of optimus." ”

"Hmph. Nan Li didn't crooked, and said coldly, and withdrew half a step to stop paying attention to the famous in the original.

"Quack, what are Sakura girls doing in such a hurry? You must know that these are not little broken children who have never seen the world, and you can't waste these old and serious ones no matter how much you wave. I see, it's more reliable for you to use these tricks on our sweetheart prey. Of course, the sharp voice came from Nanli Kuhua, I don't know if it was playing a round or deliberately chilling people, or if it was to wake up the purpose of the two of them, don't take it off.

A few people surrounded Ji Nineteen in the middle of the three layers and three layers outside, Nan Liyang shook his goatee and was noncommittal, Hongfu and the two old men also had nothing to do with themselves, and Nan Lidong and a few others did not say anything.

This Nanli Sakura wanted to eat some tofu, but she also felt that it was really boring, and it was not good to turn her face with this old woman at this time.

So he snorted coldly, raised his head arrogantly, and squinted at Ji Shijiu, who was a prisoner under the stairs, extremely ambiguous, as if to say: "Xiao Langjun, you just wait to be enjoyed slowly." ’

But this is a good temper that she only has under her eyes, and in an instant, her eyes are cold, her eyes are cold and the lakes and mountains are smart, and then her black pupils are scold, and she looks at the bitter flower of Nanli who spoke just now.

This is like a glance of substance, as if a cold arrow is thrown, so that the long-tested Nanli bitter flower is a cold breath from the tail vertebrae to the brain.

It seems that this femme fatale-hearted Nanli Sakura is really thinking about her own family.

Regardless of the grudge they already have, they can't admit it at this point, and they are about to have a seizure, their bodies are as thin as fried hair, the faces of the dead people covered with age spots are raised fiercely, and the deep-seated eagle eyes meet each other's wonderful eyes, and the invisible sparks are shining.

The two people's originally moving feet were actually driven to stop and stalemate.

At this time, a soft cough sounded came, and it turned out to be Ji Nineteen, who was clearly a prisoner at this time, raised his soft and weak weak hand and put it in front of his purple lips.

The two of them calmed down their emotions in a few blinks of an eye, and after glancing at each other fiercely, they took a step back and continued to escort Ji Shijiu forward.

And the huge team behind him did go viral with gossip.

There are those who describe how tragic this battle was, there are those who subjectively imagine how cunning the white-clothed monk is, there are those who boast about how powerful their boss is, there are those who talk about what agencies they have arranged to help capture the invading monk, and there are even those who want to ask the boss for the labor fees of this outing, and those who privately think about how to get any benefits from this white-clothed monk who has become a prisoner.

In short, it is peaceful, although it is not in order, it is still neat, and there is no expected multi-party friction that occurs when several forces are mixed together.

This is entirely due to the death order given by the few people in the head, and if anyone dares to cause trouble during this escort, it will be punished with death.

Of course, the people below are the most afraid of the leaders of all parties, each restraining their small emotions, staying away from the people who have some grudges against their own families, plunging into each other's small circles and letting go of their cranial nerves and guessing nonsense.

But no one thought that this was a bureau, and it was a bureau set up against the high-ranking existence that was the highest in the Kulin Plain.

Completely kept in the dark.

But the other two protagonists of this game are standing slowly in a stone-walled hall, as if they are expecting something.

He has considerable self-confidence and ability to overpower this dry foundation later monk.

He has always been a good monitor, and in order to have enough time for himself to cultivate, he has always divided and ruled, secretly supporting multiple forces.

Let them fight openly and secretly, go their own way, and help him manage this messy bitter forest by the way.

He has always been very comfortable as a shopkeeper, and he has only lost his descendants a little bit out of control after inexplicably losing his descendants.

However, he felt that the gap in the cultivation of a large realm would always be an insurmountable gap, and he was not afraid of the hostility of these people at all, and he was even more unwilling to pay attention to the small actions behind their backs.

This invasion of the young man in white was also his temporary intention to protect a bare-bones commander-like existence to take care of this mess.

But this kid actually went along with these two devils so easily, which was very unexpected to him.

I don't know if this kid in white is decisive enough to judge the situation and take advantage of the situation, or is this kid in white idiot enough to take risks like a madman?

However, this kind of late-stage foundation building monk who wanders around and bumps into the opportunity is of course adventurous enough, otherwise it would not be possible to appear alone and loot the treasure house.

Since you are here and colluded with these two devils, then don't blame the old man for not giving you a chance to be good.

I just solved these premature things in the back of my head, and then took a little time to sort them out.

He could see a lot of content from the silent image in the spirit mirror, and at this time, he actually gave up the spirit mirror, arranged for his young grandchildren, and stood alone in the stone wall hall with his hands held high and waited for the arrival of those clowns.

There was a noise in the distance, this was the information obtained by his divine sense spying, and he still cared a little bit after saying that he didn't care.

Some of these Nanli descendants should call themselves uncles for life, some should call themselves uncles, and even some are so young that they want to call their ancestors or something.

Of course, there are also those who are higher than him, but these people are deeply taboo about this day, if they can not show up in front of him, they will not appear, and if they can appear less in front of him, they will try their best not to appear, and they can't be abandoned, and those who can not mention this stubble will not mention this stubble.

He was quite satisfied with this, and often praised these people for their understanding behind him.

His lineage has always been arrogant and unsociable, since he was a child, high, alone, no friends, no brothers, no relatives.

However, he was sometimes very eager for these, so much so that he, a high-ranking monk in this group of people, when he broke through the bottleneck in the late stage of foundation building, the demon test that appeared was to kill all these clansmen.

At that time, he was a little hesitant in his heart, and at first he understood that it was just some fantasy.

But when you think about it deeply, all kinds of fantasies stretch out: what will be the result of killing the lazy miner in front of you, and what will happen if you don't kill him; what will happen if you kill this lazy man who arrives late and leave early, and what will happen if you don't kill him; what will happen if you kill the clumsy guy who repairs the canal to irrigate the fields, what kind of accident will it bring if you kill the cook who slaughters sheep and dogs, and what will happen if you don't kill him......

Almost everyone who appears before his eyes has more than two choices, and these two choices are followed by countless choices, like an endless fork in the road, divided into two and divided into four.

Doubling it like this, his still smart brain almost collapsed.

The processing ability almost stopped, but when he chose to kill those people, or inexplicably chose to torture the figures produced by these illusions with cruel means that he had never thought of or done, there was an inexplicable sense of pleasure and guilt.

In particular, the real expressions, eyes, emotions, shouts, confessions, curses, etc., that appeared under his choice, which were almost impossible to distinguish between true and false, touched some hidden emotions in his heart.

In the end, he chose not to kill, and he was instantly cheerful, and in one fell swoop, he inexplicably pierced the transparent dark film that tightly covered him, and became the current Jiedan monk.

But in today's situation, can we make that choice again?

It was also out of this inertia that he chose to use the hands of the invading whitefriars to wash some of the offspring that was not so satisfactory to him.

At that time, the idea was also fleeting, and it was put into practice.

Of course, it doesn't matter if the monk's choice is right or wrong, it's just that he can't get over that hurdle emotionally, and if he really lingers, he will plant a seed of inner demons and appear in the future when he advances.

However, most of the high-level monks who can live forever can completely abandon these so-called emotions in the years when the sea turns into a mulberry field and the sea withers and the stones rot.

He didn't know why his mind wandered to these unrelated beings.

There was even a moment when I lost my mind, remembering the knotted wife who was already a pile of dry bones, and the pair of children who had grown up under their knees and had all passed away.

He had to forcibly suppress Si Chao, shook his white-haired head, and the white red was like a helpless sly smile on a girl's face.

'I can't imagine that I, Nanli Wuji, am such a mother-in-law and mother-in-law monk, and whenever I encounter something, I can actually think of the emotions that my relatives, clansmen and other ordinary people have been entangled with for a lifetime. He muttered as his lips opened and closed.

The mind is one, the mana rotates, all distracting thoughts are thrown away, and the divine consciousness is probed again.

I couldn't help laughing: 'This cadre and others actually appeared on the stage and sang a fake drama, do you want to fool me, an old man?'

Then his eyes were cold, his eyes were cold, and the majesty of the long-lost monk suddenly appeared.

With a 'squeak', a wooden door that symbolized the majesty of the original owner of the bitter forest was slowly pushed open.

It seems that these people are also familiar with the road.

Then there was a loud voice outside the high hall of the stone wall: "Junior Nan Li is not crooked, and after several fierce battles of nine deaths, he broke several monks in the late stage of foundation building, and finally captured the invading monks. I hereby request that the original owner be summoned to wait for the original owner's fate. ”

The voice is calm and capable, and there is a sound on the ground, without any feeling.

'It's a good show.' Nanli Wuji muttered.

After pondering for a moment, he said in a deep voice: "All the clansmen have worked hard, and the monks in the later stage of foundation building escorted this person in, and the rest of the people waited outside. The gambling contract on the surface is business as usual. ”

Outside the hall, more than a dozen men and women replied, and then a burst of messy footsteps sounded again, and everyone pushed open a large wooden door with vermilion openwork, and more than a dozen people escorted the sluggish, messy hair, broken clothes, frivolous and miserable white face, dark purple lips, and a white-clothed young monk appeared in front of the upright old man around a milky white jade cloud water map screen.