"I am like a fish in your lotus pond, just to wait for the bright white moonlight with you..."

hiss!

Very hot.

The Basu Zhenren is very idle, and the way to spend time is to swim in Anjiang.

After all, octopus belongs to seafood and must be kept in water to keep the skin moist.

This makes sense.

Just now, I sang comfortably, and eight tentacles swayed in the water.

Suddenly, a burning sensation arose, and I immediately realized that it was the identity token of the Demon Immortal Sect.

“Hot…”

The anxious hand reached into the iron pants.

Often the more anxious you are, the less you can accomplish things.

I guess I have soaked in the water for too long, which causes the skin to swell and I can't even reach into my hands.

He twisted his body hard again, trying to throw the token out of his trouser legs.

In fact, the token of the Demon Immortal Sect can be tolerated by ordinary demon cultivators. The problem is that the real person Baxu is a water-based demon cultivator. His skin is different from that of land creatures and is particularly sensitive to high temperatures, as if a piece of burnt red iron is placed in his crotch.

ah!

With the swing, the token shifts to the middle position.

The heart-wrenching pain of being eager to die and unable to stop, roasting the ninth tentacle, causing the eighth-shou Zhenren to wear a mask of pain.

"Why!"

"Why, I want to put the token in my pants."

In fact, Yasushi was worried about losing it while swimming, so he stuffed it into his pants on the safe side.

Bang!

The Eighth True Man jumped out of the water like a cannonball, flew straight to the shore, rolling on the ground in pain.

At this moment, I hope that a group of people will kick him in the crotch to achieve the effect of relieving pain.

The same moment.

The Blood Taoist felt the token burning and his brows were slightly tight.

"Yu Xun, don't stop."

On the bed, the girl with her back arched up, letting out a quick and soft moan and urging her.

Bo!

Pull your tongue and get up.

The Blood Taoist said coldly and ruthlessly: "I have something to do, it's time to leave."

"Don't leave."

The girl sat up and saw the figure who didn't look back, she felt her heart empty. For a moment, she felt that something important was leaving her.

"So heartless."

...

Anjun County, outside the suburbs.

The lonely moon hangs high, and a figure is waiting to watch the moon.

The breeze blows from the folding fan, blowing two strands of temples, like a handsome and elegant young man.

At this time, a black shadow passed by the night sky and landed steadily behind the person.

"The Blood Taoist, I've met the hall master..."

"Where are the eight beards?"

The man turned around and saw a clear face through the moonlight.

How can I describe it? It is a handsome face that is even more beautiful than a woman.

Yu Linglong.

The Blood Taoist recognized the other party's identity when he saw the back. He was the leader of the Luanguo Demon Immortal Sect.

At the same time, I thought it was a pity that this guy is not a woman.

"Don't know."

They didn't stay together without any trouble, and they really didn't know where the Basu Zhenren was.

"Master!"

There were shouts coming from afar.

The visitor was Masaru, and in desperation, he took off all his pants.

As the figure got closer, Yu Linglong and the Blood Taoist looked down.

In the middle of his crotch, there was a charred mark with the token outline.

Could it be...Yaju Real People has a special hobby and likes tinped squid whiskers?

Ahem...

Withdrew his rude gaze, Yu Linglong tried hard to restrain himself from looking at the charred seal and said seriously: "I received an order from the sect leader on this trip. The Nine Nether Sects in the Six Demons of the Heavenly Demons have made a big move. I came to inform you two."

"Jiuyou Sect, that's not a group of tomb robbers." The Blood Taoist subconsciously responded when he heard this.

"Yes, the Jiuyou Sect Xunlong and Tianji cooperate to dig out ancient immortal relics in Taizhou. The upper level of the Demon Immortal Sect attaches great importance to it."

Yu Linglong's identity is extraordinary, and the news is all about the movements in Taihongtian's territory. It must be clear that the two teams of the Jiuyou Sect took action together, which means that the immortal traces will produce treasures.

"Master, what can we do?" asked Master Basu.

Yu Linglong took a casual look at the charred part, quickly changed her eyes, and said seriously: "Investigate the stronghold of the Tianhui Sect. Do not act rashly. Collect intelligence as much as possible. Wait until I summon the fellow monks from Luan Kingdom."

"I understand."

After saying that, Yu Linglong turned into a stream of light and fled into the sky.

He needed to visit various parts of Luan Kingdom and inform the demon cultivators to gather in Anjun County.

Waiting to see the other person's figure, the Blood Taoist couldn't help asking, "Are you hungry?"

"Why are you not hungry?"

"Do you grill squid and play with it?"

As soon as the Basu Zhenren looked at his lower body, he immediately understood the meaning and said angrily: "Mosquito, you are looking for death."

The Blood Taoist calmly stretched out his blood-sucking organ, and a faint light flashed in his eyes. It seemed that he finally had the opportunity to not wear iron pants and used the Thousand Years of Kill again.

"Brother Chu, put away your tongue first, I'm having fun."

The Eighth True Man covered the chrysanthemum with one hand and swung the other, then turned his head and ran away desperately.

"It's too late."

"ah…"

Familiar scenes, familiar time, and familiar screams echo in the night sky.

...

Lanruo Temple.

The wind moves, the leaves fall.

It is still a lonely and desolate scene.

Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

There seemed to be a sound of crying, wandering in the dilapidated temple.

"Why are you crying? You still have the face to cry."

Meng Tianxin scolded Apiao’s disciple kneeling in front of him with a look of hatred.

The other three Apiao lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly at them, for fear that their anger would be involved in him.

"I have said so many times that I will not harm the common people and insist on provoking a passerby scholar." Meng Tianxin blamed.

"Master, that scholar is really handsome, I just can't help it."

Apiao defended his stubbornness, and his tears were shimmering, and he could see his unrepentant character.

"When you can hold it, you don't have to endure it anymore."

Meng Tianxin snorted coldly, labeling the disobedient and stubborn disciple as a dead ghost.

"No need to bear it anymore, really?"
To be continued...