Fubao wears books and becomes a group pet

Chapter 930 Another time, death
Daoji didn't know what was said on the Internet, but Daoji met Lin Wanxi's soft nail, and his face was very ugly.

He originally had ulterior motives, trying to trick Lin Wanxi into a jade gourd.

This jade gourd can even take in the soul water in the soul-absorbing pool, so it's easy to take in some strangers.

He made a plan, as long as he got the jade gourd, he would put all these people into the jade gourd, and then go in to find that Mao Zhan.

It's a pity that he had a good idea, but Lin Wanxi didn't fall for it, so he just took the jade gourd away.

Without the jade gourd in his hand, Dao Ji would not dare to act rashly. He did not forget that the Wu Yao Daoist was suppressed by Mo Junying's eyes and knelt down to vomit blood.

He backed away regretfully.

Wu Yao sneered: "The old monk thinks pretty well, but it's a pity that others can't be fooled by you."

Daoji looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, as if he didn't hear it.

Wu Yao pursed her lips angrily, and the back of her hand holding Fuchen was swollen with veins.

God knows how scared he was just now.

He has been fighting with Daoji for more than 100 years, can he not know that Daoji is ruthless?
Fortunately, the jade gourd did not fall into Daoji's hands, otherwise he would be just a remnant soul in the jade gourd.

He rolled his eyes and lowered his voice: "Old monk, no matter what, we have to agree with the outside world first."

Daoji's closed eyes slightly opened, and the shadowy light in the eye slits peeked at Fubao.

Mo Junying is too powerful, he knows that he is definitely not an opponent.

But Fubao never showed any amazing means, and was protected by Mo Junying the whole time, which made Daoji mistakenly think that Fubao should be Mo Junying's weakness.

What Dao Ji didn't know was that although Fu Bao was Mo Junying's weakness, he was by no means a weak person with no power to restrain a chicken.

Mo Junying was lowering her head and pinning a strand of Fu Bao's hair behind her ear. Feeling Dao Ji's malice, her eyes became as cold as ice.

A powerful ray of dark energy burst out from his body in an instant, and shot directly at Dao Ji's eyes.

"what……"

Daoji screamed and covered his eyes with his hands.

Everyone turned their heads in horror, and saw a few strands of bright red blood flowing out from between his white and fat fingers.

"Master." Director Zhang exclaimed, and frantically took out Yunnan Baiyao from the accompanying bag: "Quick, quickly sprinkle some hemostatic medicine."

The crew gathered together in fright, not knowing why Master Daoji was hurt suddenly.

Master Daoji took the Yunnan Baiyao and sprinkled it on his eyes as if he didn't want any money. Blood gushed out and washed away the powder.

The blood couldn't be stopped at all.

Daoji looked at Mo Junying in horror, as if he had seen a ghost.

"thump!"

He knelt down in front of Mo Junying and kowtowed desperately: "Forgive me, Fellow Daoist, I won't dare again."

Daoji is just a monk with some Taoism, not a real cultivator. If his mortal body bleeds like this, he will undoubtedly die.

Mo Junying carried Fu Bao through the Dementor Pond, and went straight to the inner room, only leaving a cold sentence: "There will be another time, die."

The same words, different people scared Dao Ji out of his wits, he kowtowed desperately, not daring to disagree.

When the figures of Mo Junying and Fu Bao disappeared in this tomb, the blood miraculously stopped.

Daoji collapsed to the ground in relief.

Director Zhang was so frightened that his whole body was cold. It turned out that Mo Junying's hand was responsible for Daoji's eye injury, and he actually handed Baiyao back. Will Master Mo be angry?

He stood there in a daze, not even knowing that the crew had chased Mo Junying away.

(End of this chapter)