Twenty-third Undercurrent(2/2)
It's interesting, isn't it?
A mediocre person suddenly got the recognition of Qinghe Village's luck and leaned towards him. If he hadn't confirmed that he was in a state of no way, I would have thought he had been taken over."
"Would you like..."
"No, no. After all, it was the chess played by your ancestors.
Although he is a betrayal dog and is now even more dead, his strength cannot be underestimated. After all, he was also called a genius in the Daohuo Realm.
Before the end, there is no need to throw his chess and tear his face apart."
"Well, those disciples of the Immortal Sect should have arrived here in less than a long time, right?"
"Hehe, about half a month, time is enough. However, we still need to speed up. The fake mountain god outside has become more and more impatient these two days, and we may cause trouble."
"Yeah, you can arrange it."
The village chief nodded, closed his eyes, and continued to absorb the black smoke that gathered everywhere.
Silence is filled with darkness again.
...
"You... are you human or weird?"
As soon as Chen Crooki woke up, he saw a man standing in front of his bed with dark red skin and wild and domineering eyes. He was shocked.
Didn't recognize me?
Jiang Wuye hugged his chest with his hands, looked at Chen Cuzi who was frightened like a frightened rabbit, frowned slightly, and had no intention of introducing himself. He directly said straight to the point: "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask, I won't say anything after asking.
I am here to know who taught you the antidote in Qinghe Village back then."
"Plague...Plague..."
It seemed that these two words stimulated Chen Cuzi, and he muttered to himself, his expression gradually distorted and painfully.
Finally, the decades-old man cried so hard that he hugged his head.
Slap!
Jiang Wuye went up and grabbed Chen Cuzi's collar and slapped him twice. Even though he controlled his strength, Chen Cuzi's face quickly swollen and almost turned into a pig's head.
"Hehe, it's a fox fairy."
Chapter completed!