"Oh, my mother, an old man named Shakespeare told me in a dream.
What is the little child named Shakespeare who told you in a dream that he lied seriously Hu Siniang glanced at the cow, a pig, a monkey and three of them with ill-intentioned eyes, let go of the little devil, lifted the spirit sheep as big as a buffalo with one hand, carried it on his shoulder, and continued to move forward.
The three devils all secretly chilled in their hearts, and continued to move forward with grievances on their faces.
Whew "Mother, father, father, no, there is a big group of super monsters in front" The little devil hugged Niu Yi's neck and said with a frightened face, "Everyone hurry up and turn around and run for their lives."
The little devil who was looking frightened suddenly looked confused.
"Today, I haven't killed the little devil yet, this group of spirit gray wolves, leave it to me."
Zhu Er stretched out a white and tender slap and raised it in front of him.
A large slap covering the sky suddenly condensed in the void, and slapped heavily towards the hundreds of big bad wolf legions in front of them who were charging towards the prey.
Boom, boom, the whole world shook a few times.
The little devil looked at the hundreds of super monsters in front of him who were lying on the ground with a peaceful face, and the shock in his heart was really filled with naïve hearts: Wow, it turns out that the real world-famous people live in our house, and they are also the second father of the little devil.
"Little bastard, look at your second father's ability to think about it, it's far worse than your big daddy."
Zhu Er shook off his fat big ears, and with his slender eyes, he stared at the little devil who was worshipping him very much.
The little devil was completely shocked: "The eldest father and the second father, can they beat the miscellaneous disciples of the Xianmen?"
"I definitely couldn't beat it before."
Zhu Er said, "But now thanks to you, my father and mother have made great progress in three months, and now the miscellaneous disciples of ordinary Xianmen should only be abused by us."
However, your father's ability can only be mixed with the middle and lower reaches of the outer gate of the ordinary immortal gate, but in the immortal gate, the outer disciple cannot be regarded as a real immortal disciple, and only when you enter the inner gate can you be regarded as truly entering the immortal gate. ” The little devil was completely confused: the little devil must become an inner disciple of the Xianmen in the future.
This person, you have to stand tall to see far, the little devil's previous ambition, that is, to win the Dragon Gate Ring in the Dragon Gate Valley of the Central Continent, to mix with a miscellaneous disciple who is like a master in the world in his mind.
Now listening to what the second father said, not only the miscellaneous disciples, but even the outer disciples in the immortal sect can only be regarded as scum, so the little devil's ambition immediately swelled to the point of becoming the inner disciple of the immortal gate.
After Niu Yi looked at the spirit wolves underground, he carefully untied a small cloth bag from his waist, and then opened the mouth of the bag and raised it at the wolves all over the ground.
In the little devil's extraordinarily innocent stunned, he only heard the continuous swishing sound, and in just a few breaths, hundreds of spirit gray wolves as big as buffaloes all ran into the big daddy's small cloth bag, which was only the size of a palm.
The little devil immediately stared closely at the small cloth bag on the waist of the big daddy, and his greedy gaze was unobstructed, but even with his naïve knowledge of being only five years old, he knew that the magical little cloth bag that could almost fit into a mountain would definitely not be given to them as a toy.
"Little devil, there is a children's elite competition in Liufang Town today, is it okay for the second father to sign up for you" Zhu Er glanced at the little devil's eyes, and said with a bad face, "That's much more fun than cutting down big monsters and small monsters at home alone, do you want to play?"
"Don't go" The little devil immediately looked at him with contempt: it was really cheap to let the little devil fight with a group of little kids.
The little devil's vision is now on par with the world's masters, how can he still be interested in fighting with a group of little kids, don't be so funny "Why, isn't it majestic to cut chickens and ducklings at home, you're afraid, but you want to become a legendary demon-like existence, you don't even dare to participate in the friendly match of the children, don't call it a little devil in the future, change your name to Xiao Rourou."
The fathers and mothers who didn't know the thoughts of the little devil began to use taunting skills on the little devil.
"Who's afraid," the little devil said angrily, "The purpose of the little devil is to be unprofitable and not to be early, and farting with a group of little kids is not only too bullying and too damaging to the prestige of the little devil, but also there is no benefit in winning, whoever beats is stupid."
If you want to fight, you will play the Immortal Sect Disciple Selection Tournament in Longmen Valley in Zhongzhou" Yo, this little bastard is so big, all the fathers and mothers suddenly looked surprised: How could this little bastard know about the Xianmen Disciple Selection Contest in Longmen Valley in the Central Continent "Forget it, our son doesn't like to fight with children, this kind of friendly and peaceful demeanor should be praised."
Hu Siniang, the most soft-hearted, took the opportunity to say.
"I didn't even dare to go to the Children's Elite Competition, and I still bragged about the Xianmen Disciple Selection Competition" Zhu Er glared at the little devil and said, "Who said that it is not good to play the Children's Elite Tournament to see the small cloth bag on your father's waist, there is no storage bag called it, the champion of the Children's Elite Competition, the prize is this kind of storage bag."
Hmph, the prize of the champion is your ability to only chop chickens and ducks at home, so you don't have to think about it, you can win a game and earn a lollipop for you, you already have to rely on shit luck. ” What championship prize is the storage bag The little devil suddenly remembered the pain of losing the loot several times, and with it, the little devil will never have to worry about running out of meat in the future.
The little devil automatically ignored the last sentence, glared at the second father, and said excitedly: "The prize of the real champion is really a storage bag registration, I want to sign up for the children's elite competition and win back the storage bag that belongs to the little devil" The fathers and mothers suddenly looked confused: daring to love this little bastard was really not cowardly just now, but so arrogant that he was almost hopelessly arrogant.
The softest-hearted Hu Siniang suddenly turned her face away with hatred: this little rabbit cub should let others teach him a good lesson and correct his very dangerous wrong mentality.
The little devil who was bent on winning back the storage bag no longer forced his parents to help him fight monsters along the way, but kept urging them to hurry up and hurry up, and in the end, everyone swept into Liufang Town like a gust of wind.
Liufang Town is a town ten miles long and two miles wide, surrounded by extremely powerful formations to shield it from the energy flow of the outside turmoil, it is the distribution center for the exchange of surrounding materials, and it is also a trade port for the big merchants of Central Continent to come to Wuzuozhou to collect local products
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