A slap in the face and thunder came towards Mao Xiaoyu.
Mao Xiaoyu, who couldn't dodge it, slammed it firmly, and half of his face suddenly had finger prints and swollen up.
'Hiss~' Mao Xiaoyu's eyes were fanned, but you can imagine how heavy the other party's hand is.
She covered her face, and threw her unwilling eye knife at the moth spirit, angry: "Are you mentally ill?
” The moth spirit slowly raised his hand in front of his eyes, blew lightly, and commented: "I have wronged the palm of my hand." ” "You, you're unreasonable."
Mao Xiaoyu was really angry, very angry.
But it is clear that she is weak, and she is not the opponent of the moth spirit at all.
"Well, I'm a civilized person who doesn't bother with uncivilized monsters.
Hand over the antidote.
Mao Xiaoyu's face was swollen and she spread her hands viciously.
"Impossible."
The moth spirit was sympathetic: "I can't give you the antidote."
Unless ......"
"Unless what?"
The moth's eyebrows and eyes beat flexibly: "Unless Mao Laojiu kneels in front of me and begs me like a pug." ” Mao Xiaoyu gasped: "So, you're actually coming for my master?"
” "Uh-huh."
"What kind of grudge do you have with my master, you are fighting a duel in the light, why are you angry with me?"
The moth didn't admit it: "I have no grudge against him."
What kind of fight?
” "No grudge, no grudge, why are you yin me?"
Mao Xiaoyu grinded his teeth, as if the back molars had been beaten loose.
"I'm happy, I'm happy."
The moth actually cheated.
Mao Xiaoyu licked her back molars, eager to pounce over and strangle the ugly moth essence.
"A hillbilly monster with no skills.
If you can't beat my master, you will attack me, and you will definitely get the retribution you deserve.
Mao Xiaoyu can only talk about it.
Moth's face was gloomy, her fists clucking, and she seemed to want to slap her again.
"Moth, don't be impulsive."
The abbot watched coldly, and only then did he remind: "Don't beat people to death."
She's still useful. ” "I'm measured."
A vicious light burst out of the moth spirit's eyes, and his fist shook in front of Mao Xiaoyu's eyes: "If you don't want to die, shut up." ” "I'm not closed."
Mao Xiaoyu fearlessly straightened his chest: "If you have the ability, you can beat me to death now!"
Anyway, I've been to the underworld, and I have a few connections with ghosts, and I won't let you go as a ghost. ” The moth spirits were stunned.
Such a stunned girl who is not afraid of death, she is still the first time to see her.
"I want to die, I'm not as good as you."
The moth spirit hits the stairs by itself.
Mao Xiaoyu sneered and shouted at her: "Ugly." ” "You ......" the moth spirit was about to get angry, and immediately saw that she was deliberately provoking herself, and calmed her anger.
"Ugly bastard that no one wants!"
Mao Xiaoyu tested her bottom line and began to scold her viciously.
"What did you say?"
Mao Xiaoyu repeated with a smile: "The ugly eight monsters that no one wants." ” The moth's face is distorted.
It can be seen that she is trying her best to control herself.
"Moth, don't fall for her."
The tiger spirit pulled her away and persuaded in a low voice: "She took your medicine, a half-dead person, just deliberately dying and struggling." ” Inhaling deeply and exhaling again, the moth's face returned to normal: "I understand." ” This dead girl is now a broken jar.
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Before she escapes, let her live for the time being.
Facing Mao Xiaoyu again, the moth spirit was much calmer.
Mao Xiaoyu looked at her and smiled: "A resentful woman who is neither male nor female." ” "Hmph."
The moth spirit really calmed down.
Mao Xiaoyu added oil and vinegar: "Coveting my master's beauty, I can't chase it, and I am angry with my goblin and resentful woman."
Don't be in a daze, it's you. ” The moth spirit opened its mouth wide and its eyes were extremely resentful.
"My master loves to travel in the mountains and rivers, he must have been to Fengshan and Fengcheng, right?
The demon moth took a fancy to my master's beauty, so he chased after him.
But my master loves beautiful women, not washboards.
So, he walked away.
What about you ugly monster, you are psychopathic, and you kidnap the young man in the mountain village to enter the temple for sexual pleasure, right?
Then, when I found out that I was a disciple of the master, he poured out his anger on me with the anger of courtship, and I guessed correctly, right?
” Mao Xiaoyu thought about it, but he really couldn't think of how the unobtrusive but good-tempered master had a grudge against the moth spirit?
The emperor is far away, and he didn't hurt her......
After thinking about it, I can only make a fuss about the relationship between men and women.
Unexpectedly, this article was successful.
The moth's facial muscles began to tremble, and his eyes became more and more sinister.
Mao Xiaoyu, who took a step back with his swollen face, swallowed his throat and smiled dryly: "I have another bad news, do you want to hear it?"
Without waiting for her to answer, he took care of himself: "My master talked to me on the phone and said that he took a fancy to a good woman and was going to ask me to be my wife."
Well, I'm about to have a teacher. ” The tiger spirit's eyes flashed, and he hurriedly pulled the moth essence, afraid that she would do something stupid: "Little moth, don't be impulsive."
Nine times out of ten, this damn girl is lying to provoke you. ” "I'm not impulsive, I'm not angry."
The moth spirit gritted her teeth, resisted the great urge to hit her, and said word by word: "Dead girl, wait for a tragic death." ” Mao Xiaoyu sneered indifferently: "It's better to let this kind of cruel talk go less, so as not to be slapped in the face."
You know, I'm the best, the most omnipotent, the best boss in the world. ” "The best boss?"
The tiger spirit smiled terribly: "Where is it?"
” Mao Xiaoyu was silent.
Luo Bo will definitely come, yes.
It's just that whether or not you can find this place smoothly is full of variables.
The moth essence has been inhaling deeply, exhaling, inhaling deeply, and exhaling again......
After several times, she calmed down.
His eyes were quenched like poison, he reached out and groped in his arms for a while, and took out a bottle made of black wood.
Uncorked the bottle, and the moth spirit poured out another black ball, the size of a fingernail.
Mao Xiaoyu's face was swollen, and she stepped back again, thinking: Won't it be for her to eat again, right?
"Here, eat it."
The corners of the moth's mouth overflowed with an unfathomable and deep smile.
"Don't eat it."
Mao Xiaoyu refused very simply.
"There's no way to say 'no' here."
"I said, if you don't eat, you won't eat."
Mao Xiaoyu covered her mouth instead.
After the tiger spirit saw the balls in the palm of the moth essence's hand, his eyelids were darkly lifted, and he gently pulled her, and whispered: "I remember this flavor medicine......"
"Rotten intestines and rotten lungs, more than innocent death."
The moth spirit does not avoid the light rain.
Mao Xiaoyu swallowed her throat and covered her mouth more strictly.
She is not afraid of death, but it is too painful to rotten intestines and lungs, right?
Come on a crisp, okay?
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"I said monster resentful woman, why do you have to make it so complicated?
I'll be killed with one palm.
Come, come, according to the neck.
Mao Xiaoyu was still agitating her.
The moth smiled weirdly: "How can I be so cheap for you?"
Your horrible death is what I want to see the most.
Not only do I watch it, but I also have to record it and show it to your good master. ” Mao Xiaoyu was furious: "You, pervert!
” The moth spirit tilted its head slightly and thought about it, and smiled strangely: "That's a good summary, thank you." ” 'Hiss~' gasped like a toothache.