The Immortal’s Poison

The little-mouthed monk is like a drug addict, trembling violently throughout his body, and his dark eyes are intertwined with contradictory eyes. Finally he stomped hard, and the hesitation in his eyes was completely occupied by greed, and he took a big step towards Wen Leyang.

The monk moved, everyone moved!

Dozens of black shadows slipped out from all directions silently, the blade was silent, and sternly attacked the monk!

The small-mouthed monk's eyes fixed on Wen Leyang, ignoring the ghostly attacks around him. At the moment when dozens of swords were able to pierce his body, his arms waved wide sleeves, like a big river mussel. All together, the whole body was shrunk, and a loud noise like an explosion of a pressure cooker suddenly burst out from his body. The dozens of masters of Wen and Luo were lifted up to the sky like popcorn!

A slightly fishy atmosphere of evil spirits rises to the sky!

The four grandpas of the Wen family screamed in unison, just about to jump, and a fresh wind was blowing from the side, violently swaying all the momentum they had already started, Wen Leyang looked like a head. The strange bird, with its limbs splayed past them, hit the small-mouthed monk fiercely.

The monk with a small mouth is unknown. The monk's robe flickered like a bowling ball hitting a checker piece. He collapsed dozens of masters into the sky. Of course, Wen Leyang could not let several grandpas take risks, although his body is now heavier A little bit, but as long as you are fully prepared, it does not hinder the movement speed. The two arms are wide open. As long as you hug the monk, it is hard to see if the monk ’s pressure cooker exploded or his wrong punch is sharp.

The monk also jumped up to meet Wen Leyang, while still sticking out his tongue and licking his lips, as if flying from the sky was not an enemy but a meat bun.

The monk got into his arms, Wen Leyang exhaled desperately, let his chest tighten as much as possible to remove the impact of the impact, and at the same time his arms closed, hundreds of key shakes all over his body, and the wrong fist containing the power of a hundred poisons was launched instantly! Even if it was a Tie Luohan that smashed into his arms, he had to hug it into a dough ball.

Unexpectedly, his hug full of assurance turned out empty.

Wen Leyang only felt light in his arms, the monk's big body shrunk into a small ball, and weirdly slid out of his ribs, and at the same time his thigh was cold, and the small mouth had already moved away from his trouser pocket.

Wen Leyang gave a groan, his waist was tight and loose, and he turned his head in the air. His hands clasped his knees and turned himself into a meat ball. He changed the direction of the body's longitudinal jump to the monk meat in front. The ball rolled over and smashed past.

The small-mouthed monk unfolded his body at the same time he landed, his face full of excitement and joy, and ran away with his legs. Until then, the popcorn that had just fallen into the sky just landed, but no one seemed to be injured. Dharma firmly stood, nothing except that his face was shocked and pale.

Wen Leyang was afraid that the monk would hurt others, and behind him, the six parents of the dead font, the hundred-footed insect, and the two, would not care about the whereabouts, and they shouted loudly, chasing and blocking the small monk, but in their view The monk was like a breeze, and he could n’t stop him, and Wen Leyang behind him was chasing after like a clockwork iron pimple, anyone who accidentally touched it would have broken bones.

Chang Li was amused by them, and suddenly reached out and held Wen Leyang steadily: "Are you too stingy?"

Wen Leyang only felt a soft power, and instantly reduced all the huge inertia that swayed on his body. It seemed that he had slammed into the cotton pile, and he had steadily stood on his feet and asked in amazement: "What sting?"

The monk saw Wen Leyang not chasing, but also stood still. The good hands of Wen Luo's two swords stretched out and surrounded him.

At this time, all the talents could see clearly. The monk clutched a carrot firmly in his hand and was greedily leaning in front of his nose, sniffing hard.

Wen Leyang touched his pocket, only to realize that the little monk had just stolen a carrot from his pocket, and he was surprised and crying.

The little-mouthed monk didn't care about the pupils of other people who were gradually enlarged. He lifted the carrot and stuffed it into his mouth. A flower in front of him, a crackling sound from the upper teeth and lower teeth, and it was empty.

The carrot had arrived in the hands of Chang Zi, and the witch was looking at it repeatedly, and asked Wen Leyang: "Really so delicious?" She hid in a stone cave for two thousand years and waited for Tuocha to come back. She didn't know anything about carrots. Although I watched Wen Leyang eat it yesterday, I was too concerned about it.

Everyone was shocked again, including the small-mouthed monk. No one thought that such a charming young woman had such a skill. Only Wen Leyang nodded with a normal expression: "It's delicious." Chang Zi even snatched the old monk's Dopod, not to mention the little monk's carrot.

Click, another crunch. The braided Hao teeth carefully bite a small carrot tip.

The small-mouthed monk arched his body, his throat rolled up and down, and stared at the witch ’s hands with red eyes, but he did n’t dare. Threw it to the ground, and stomped a few feet on it.

The small-mouthed monk's distressed face was white, and Wen Leyang hurriedly took another one from the other pocket, and threw it away from him at a distance. The monk's face was happy, and he just reached out to pick it up. Suddenly the body shuddered a few times. Standing still, let the carrot fall to the ground.

Chang's eyes became brighter and brighter.

When Wen Leyang was wondering, a faint sigh came along with the night wind drifting. Two monks, one old and one small, appeared at the end of the line of sight, but in a few steps, they walked up to everyone.

The old monk is a little bit older than the monk with a small mouth. It has thick brows and big eyes, and a high nose bridge. It is a small red toot. The young monk Wen Leyang knew, and he stammered.

Grandpa snorted, and the people with dead fonts spread out, and the other three grandpas hid their hands in the cuffs, quickly snapping their fingers.

The little monk shouted oh, and he took a hanging bead out of his arms and hung it around his neck. Several members of the Wen family changed their faces at the same time. They just urged the past to be poisonous. As the little monk Bringing the beads, it was stagnant.

The old monk looked at the carrot on the ground with pity, then stretched out a finger, and struck **** the little monk's bald head: "Stupid, stupid, you useless thing, so many years of practice, Why can't you fix the previous problem! "

Changli giggled from the side: "It's the root ..." He said, looking at Wen Leyang ~ www.readwn.com ~ with an inquiring look ~ Wen Leyang promptly said from the side: "Carrot."

"It's just a carrot, just eat it."

The old monk shook his head in a pretentious manner, and said in his mouth: "Can't eat, can't eat, all previous preferences must be forgotten, otherwise it will always seduce the nature, can't fix the heart, and it can't fix the sky."

Chang Li is also a good-tempered look, still arguing with a smile: "Then you forget it, and sooner or later you will forget yourself completely."

When the old monk spoke, his eyes did not leave the carrot on the ground: "You don't understand, you don't understand, we are no better than others, and we can't forget ourselves ..."

Chang didn't wait for him to finish, he smiled freely: "Forget yourself, what else do you fix? Fix it, fix it, become someone else, it's better to be a hare in the mountains, seeing ... carrot is a great joy ! "

The old monk suddenly looked away from the carrot, staring hard at the raccoon dog, and his eyes flashed a layer of killing.

Chang Li had always been smiling, but after seeing the old monk's eyes, he immediately smiled and smiled, and stared back with fierce eyes: "Look at me, it's time to buckle your eyes!" "

Sister Chang is unhappy.

The arrogance of the essence condenses in the air, like countless steel needles, arbitrarily puncturing anyone who is in front of them. The pores of Wen Leyang's whole body are tightly closed, and the footsteps are blocked in front of the four grandpas.

The four old men looked at it inexplicably, and they felt nothing.

The young little-mouthed monk jumped behind the old monk in panic, carefully exposing half of his head, and looked at the raccoon in fear ~ www.readwn.com ~ Welcome the readers to read, the latest, fastest and hottest serialization All works are in ~ www.readwn.com ~