Zhou Cong smashed his fist, and the dry corpse that stood up was filled with pink dust in the air. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The dust drifted in the air, but it did not fall for a long time, but rose higher and higher, gathering more and more thickly, slowly gathering into a dark red cloud in the air.

Red clouds surge.

Suddenly, the silver snake danced in mid-air, and the already gloomy tomb was even more gloomy and terrifying. The roar was endless, and the red rain was like silk, wetting Zhou Cong and Zhao Min's clothes.

The rain fell to the ground, but it became viscous, and the viscous red liquid kept squirming and condensing on the ground.

In a short time, the red liquid on the ground became, a graceful and beautiful beauty, dressed in a bright red gauze dress, covered with a red Luo skirt, skin better than snow, waist like a bundle, three inches barefoot under the skirt, only to be able to hold it. The eyebrows are like distant mountains, and the eyes are like cutting water, but in the center of this water, it is a little scarlet, and Liu Yiyi and so on, but there is a different taste in it.

The beautiful woman walked slowly, smiled and charmed, bent her knees slightly, held her hands on her waist, said a blessing, her lips opened lightly, and Yan Yu Ying's voice: "The son is polite." ”

"Ah~" The eyes of the beautiful woman seemed to have endless attraction and could suck people's souls, Zhou Cong only felt that he had fallen in, and when he saw the woman greeting him, he also returned the salute embarrassedly: "Courteous!

"Giggles" the woman smiled coquettishly, "Childe, what are you looking at?"

"I~ouch!" Suddenly, Zhou Cong only felt a limp in his arm, and the muscles in his arm were turning in circles.

I saw Zhao Min standing beside him with a smile, his big eyes flashing, like a spring onion's jade hand, pinching Zhou Cong fiercely: "Son, is it good-looking?"

"Okay!" Zhou Cong nodded chily, suddenly there was a pain in his arm, and he hurriedly changed his words: "It's good, it's just far worse than you!"

"Giggles!" The woman in red laughed again and again: "You little girlfriend is amazing, but I don't know how to do it in bed, how is it better than me!"

Speaking of the woman in red, twisting her waist, her clothes are half-dissolved, her breasts are faintly reverie, and her eyes are full of charm. The pretty face is like snow, seducting people's souls.

Zhou Cong's intuition was in a trance, and the secret path was not good! The tip of his tongue was on the top of his teeth, and he was domineering, and with a loud shout, the sound was like spring thunder, and the meaning of falling charm was shocked and dispersed.

"I'm here just for the thousand-year-old corpse liquid, I don't want to hurt people, and I don't want to retreat, so as not to hurt the innocent!"

"Hehehehe" the woman in red smiled: "Follow me!"

The woman in red turned around and walked towards the wall behind the coffin, and with a push of her bare hands, a small door suddenly appeared: "Childe, please take it! But maybe you will be disappointed!"

Walking through the small door, the dim world, suddenly opened, there are butterflies fluttering, birds singing and flowers, a path among the flowers, and a small pavilion at the end of the path. In the pavilion is a round stone table, next to which sits a middle-aged scribe. Under the warm eyes, it seems that the temperament is also light and breezy.

Zhou Cong and Zhao Min walked towards the pavilion hand in hand, and just took a step, they suddenly felt that there seemed to be a stumbling under their feet, and when they looked down, a black and thorny vine was wrapped around their feet like a snake.

"Childe stay!" The vine suddenly turned into a puff of black smoke, and in an instant, the black smoke dissipated, and one person described it as withered, ugly, with knotted hair, hands like chicken feet, feet and broken shoes, and a sharp voice, like a crow's cry.

"Danger, don't go!" the withered hand grabbed Zhou Cong's shirt tightly.

In the middle of the entanglement, the middle-aged scribe drinking tea in the pavilion suddenly turned into a ray of light, and his figure suddenly appeared next to Zhou Cong, pushed it away, and grabbed Zhou Cong's withered hand: "Old fellow!, you said that the good well water does not interfere with the river water, why do you care about me?

"Hehe, old man, you are also called Qing Xiu, that can't be left to you, it's a bad reputation, isn't it?" said the sloppy and ugly old man.

The middle-aged scribe said again: "How can I not be a Qing cultivator, but you live like an old beggar, not like a Qing Xiu person!"

"Hahaha" The old beggar laughed, and said with a mocking face: "I am dedicated to the Tao, so I am not rough, not like some people, who are sanctimonious on the surface, but actually ......"

The middle-aged scribe was a little annoyed. The aura spat out and turned the qi into a sword: "Old horseman, what is the actual situation? If you don't make it clear today, you won't be able to leave." ”

"Hehe, I don't want to leave either!" said the old beggar who also had an extra sword in his hand, exactly the same as the middle-aged scribe.

At first glance, the old beggar is indeed a beard, fierce eyebrows, a middle-aged scribe, a warm smile, and approachable.

But after taking a closer look at Zhou Cong, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised, except for the fierce and warm facial expressions of the two, their appearance was the same. Could it be that they were father and son, or were they brothers? But Zhou Cong soon denied the idea in his heart.

I saw that the middle-aged scribe's sword was like lightning, stabbing at the old beggar, the old beggar suddenly dodged, and the sword swirled, breaking the middle-aged scribe's offensive.

The old beggar stabbed in the back, and was also broken by the middle-aged scribe.

With a bang, the tips of the two swords collided together, causing sparks to splash everywhere, and the beggars and scribes also sharpened. The beggars stabbed the scribes. Not only are the two similar in appearance, but even their swordsmanship is exactly the same, and they are even like they have a heart, and every time they make a move, they are the same.

The two fought for a long time without a winner, Zhou Cong saw it in his eyes, but he didn't dare to shoot blindly.

"Kid still doesn't help, do you want us all to die here?" The middle-aged scribe's footsteps were already vain, and he shouted to Zhou Cong urgently.

At the beginning of this year, Zhou Cong saw that the middle-aged scribe was smiling kindly, not like a villain, and seeing that the middle-aged scribe seemed to be incompetent, he roared, domineering and iron fist, and surged out of his fist. Zhou Cong has the blood of an overlord, and his punches are fierce and unmatched.

Suddenly, gusts of wind and thunder were disturbed, and a flash of golden light smashed into the fierce old beggar.

The old beggar smiled slightly, and the sword swirled lightly to disappear the fist shadow, and just broke the fist attack, the sword came again.

The old beggar was in a hurry and tired of coping. Seeing that he was invincible, he jumped up, only to see his figure flash, and then fled without a trace.

"Hahaha" The middle-aged scribe laughed happily, the color between his eyebrows flashed, and then he said to Zhou Cong heartily: "Little brother, accompany me to the Forget Worry Pavilion and have a drink!"

"Senior, please" Zhou Cong was also polite. As soon as he asked for a word, he took a tiger step, went straight to the Forget Worry Pavilion, grabbed the teacup after sitting, poured a cup of tea, and the tea fragrance overflowed. Taking a sip gently, Zhou Cong couldn't help but applaud. "Good times, good tea!"

"Hehe" the middle-aged scribe said happily: "If you think it's good, drink a few more cups! After such a good tea, you won't be able to drink it!"

Zhou Cong put down the teacup and hugged his fists and said: "Senior, do you know where the Hades are hiding? I only need a few drops of corpse liquid in the coffin of the Hades, I don't know if the seniors can agree?"

Hahaha, the middle-aged scribe couldn't help laughing: "How can I not know where I am hiding?"

"You?" Zhou Cong couldn't help but leave his seat in disbelief, looking up and down at the middle-aged scribe's face full of disbelief: "Aren't you already ......?"

"Is it true that you're dead?" asked the Hades.