The big guy who passed through quickly took the scumbag script

Xihe looked at her slowly, raised her hand, and opened it with a palm.

Shaoheng is not here, she still pretends to be a p!

The black medicine was overturned on the ground and sprinkled all over her body. The woman screamed: "What are you doing?!" She stood up and kept beating her chest, looking at her with angry eyes.

"What are you arguing about?" The middle-aged Taoist opened the curtain and walked in impatiently, seeing that the face on the ground was dark.

The woman hurried over, took the Taoist's arm, and pretended to be coquettish: "Master, this woman did it! I gave her medicine out of good intentions, and even said that this medicine was ordered by you, but she didn't say anything." It was really scary to fly away."

The middle-aged Taoist glanced at Xihe, and slapped the woman backhand: "What nonsense, hurry up and clean it up!"

He didn't look at Xihe again, turned around and went out again, the pearl curtain shook slightly.

The woman fell to the ground and was stunned covering her face.

Xihe glanced at her, walked to the window and looked over, the clouds and mist were shrouded, and the green hills were faint in the distance. This cave should be built on a cliff, and Shaoheng might be in the cave next to it.

But don't worry, generally speaking, the current story is a sad story.

Don't let the rebel suffer more for her, and worry about being afraid. When the truth comes out in the future, how can he love and hate her so much.

Mr. Hua evaporated from the world, the plot of rebellion gradually got on the right track, and Xihe was also ready to move, and let go of his hands and feet to do the task.

Xihe lives here with peace of mind, acting like a monster from time to time, bullying that woman named 'A-Lian', living a leisurely life.

In Shaoheng's room, the middle-aged Taoist had already bled him a few times. The middle-aged Taoist couldn't wait to drink it. It was like pouring a bowl of water into a hot pot in an instant, and his spiritual power was boiling. He couldn't help being ecstatic, and immediately sat cross-legged on the spot. Run the exercises.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and he gritted his teeth to hold back the pain. Gradually, black lines loomed on his face and neck.

Shaoheng was terrified when he saw it, and he didn't know whether it was a problem with the kung fu practiced by the evil, or a problem with his blood. This pattern... No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a good thing.

"ha!"

With a loud shout, the Taoist opened his eyes suddenly, and slapped forward, the wall cracked and gravel flew.

Shaoheng and the young man bowed their heads in fright, and when they quietly showed their heads, they saw the Taoist staring at their hands from left to right, with expressions of joy.

"I didn't expect this blood power to be so powerful! It seems that I will be promoted to the Nascent Soul Stage soon!"

Shao Heng: Nascent Soul Stage? ? ?

"but……"

The Taoist turned around and stared at Shaoheng, a chill shot up from Shaoheng's back.

The Taoist just sneered twice, and walked out of the room with his hands behind his back. With a bang, the door closed, and the room became dark again, except for a little light from the sky on the wall.

Shaoheng looked down at the palm, the flesh and blood festered, exposing the white bones, he continued to grind without blinking...

Xihe finally encountered a crisis for the first time. The Yaodao didn't know what medicine he had taken by mistake, so he shot at her as soon as he came back. Fortunately, she hid quickly and held a magic weapon from Alian's pit in her hand , scratched Yaodao's eyes, although he was thrown to the ground severely.

Hearing Alian's lewd words from the next door, which gradually turned into moans of pain, she struggled to get up from the ground and sat down at the end of the bed with difficulty.

This demon has lost patience with her, maybe he will really attack her next time...Little rebel, can you do it!

Cheng Fan was also asking: "Shaoheng, can you do it? If the demon way is alarmed, not only you and I will die, but your dear Miss will also be killed."

"Shut up!"

Cheng Fan closed his mouth, but snorted coldly in his heart, really, what kind of fairy is it that keeps you talking.

After getting along for a period of time and feeling sympathetic to each other, the boy quickly opened up to Shaoheng, not only telling him his name, but also telling a lot about himself.

He was trapped in this ghost place, and he hadn't chatted with anyone for a long time, and he was suffocated.

"Hey, don't you feel any pain? The bones are all exposed."

"If you don't shut up, you will stay here for a while."

"Okay, okay, I shut up, I shut up!"

The room was dark, Cheng Fan looked at Shaoheng, the young man pursed his lips, concentrated on picking the lock, and the lock opened with a click.

Cheng Fan was pleasantly surprised: "Brother, you are really my brother, and you are too amazing! You really got away with it!"

Shaoheng pried open the locks on his hands and feet, and walked over to unlock Cheng Fan. The tool he used was a finger bone stained with blood. His left index finger was limp, but he didn't even groan.

After being freed, Cheng Fan almost cried with joy, hugged Shaoheng's thigh, and said with tears in his eyes, "Brother, from now on, you are the only younger brother!"

Shaoheng took two steps back and looked him up and down: "Is your cultivation still there?"

Cheng Fan's pupils shrank, and the next second he scratched his head and laughed: "Brother, you are so powerful, you even know that I am a monk!"

Shaoheng walked straight towards the door, and said lightly, "I'm not a cultivator, so I can't persist until now." He thinks he has a special physique, and he has been blooded several times by demons, but he can't stand it. Ordinary people for two or three years? Hang up early.

"Open the door!"

"Alright, look at me, Invincible Sky Thunder Fist!"

Boom! The heavy iron gate was torn apart, and the cold free air was blowing in. Cheng Fan closed his eyes, opened his arms, and enjoyed this moment of freedom to the fullest, which is really rare!

"Brother, say—hey, wait for me!"

Hurriedly catching up with Shaoheng.

The Yaodao Cave Mansion was set up to extend in all directions, and they wandered around for a long time before finally finding the real Cave Mansion of the Old Dao behind a curtain of water.

Shaoheng took a step back, Cheng Fan stroked his sleeves, spit, yelled, and slammed his fists on the stone wall.

A transparent ripple flashed faintly, and soon broke inch by inch, disappearing into the world.

A sandalwood door appeared in front of him, and at the same time there were voices of men and women moaning and growling inside, Shaoheng's face changed suddenly, he kicked the door open, and rushed in.

Cheng Fan let out an 'ah', but couldn't stop him in time, and hurriedly followed.

The door of the bedroom was opened, and there were two overlapping figures on the bed, Shaoheng did not hesitate - rushed to the middle-aged Taoist who was lying on the woman.

The middle-aged Taoist knocked him into the air with a shock of spiritual power, and suddenly turned his head. His face was covered with black lines, his eyes were scarlet, and he was irrational.

The woman under him has wrinkled snowy skin, like an old woman.

The woman stretched out her hand to them, her face full of pain: "Help me..."

Cheng Fan was startled: "Fuck, what the hell is this?"

Shaoheng had already got up quickly, stopped looking at the two, pushed open the door next to him, met the woman running out from the roof, raised his hand and hugged her tightly: "Miss!"

Xihe's eyes couldn't help turning red: "Where have you been?"

Shaoheng let go of her, and checked up and down: "It's not far away, what about you, Miss, did he treat you well?" He secretly thought that he would get rid of this demon in a while, and vent his anger on the lady.

Xihe shook his head: "No." Looking at his hand, his face was distressed, "You are hurt."

Shaoheng shook his head, pursed his lips and smiled: "It doesn't hurt at all."

"Liar!" Xihe carefully touched his wound.

Cheng Fan finally couldn't take it anymore: "I said, are you enough? Can you get rid of this old thing before getting tired of it?"