Ghost eye mad concubine is too hot

Chapter 101 The oil bottle in the coffin

Looking at Murong Heng's bewildered brows, Huo Ruge rolled his eyes, then stretched out his hands to wrap around his neck, a bright smile appeared on the lips tightly held by him.

Suddenly, at this moment, the door curtain of the carriage was lifted vigorously from the outside, followed by a deafening roar: "Huo Ruge! You! You! You..."

Turning a deaf ear to Yun Zhongque's stammering roar, Huo Ruge tightened Murong Heng's hook, and even more bright smiles appeared on the slightly flushed pretty face.

"Tsk, I can't tell that you, a broken bird, are infatuated enough." Poison Scorpion's lazy voice came from behind Yun Zhongque, and there was a trace of undisguised banter on his thin cheeks that seemed to be covered by bangs.

"Bastard!" With an angry shout, he flew straight at the poisonous scorpion, Yun Zhongque seemed to want to vent all his anger on him, with tricky moves and deadly claws, the approaching poisonous scorpion kept retreating.

It wasn't until the movement outside the carriage gradually faded away that Huo Ruge slowly loosened the arms around Murong Heng's neck.But the latter didn't let go of her intentions, and still tightly wrapped her waist.After entangled with her lips and tongue for a long time, Murong Heng slowly let go of his thin lips, but an unfathomably clear and dark light flashed across his eyes that fell on her.

"Now it's just you and me, if you have anything to say, just open your mouth." Staring at Huo Ruge's long and narrow phoenix eyes, Murong Heng narrowed his eyes, moving his thin lips concisely, and murmured.

"Murongheng, you..." Just as she was about to speak, Huo Ruge's expression suddenly changed, she turned around and opened a corner of the curtain, she saw a group of people in filial piety, and those dozens of people were all men.Almost at the same time, Du Xie and Yun Zhongque also returned to the carriage together as if they had sensed something, put aside the conflict between the two for the time being, and turned to the outside world.

"Funeral at night, this custom is really weird..." Huo Ruge murmured as if talking to himself, Huo Ruge looked at Murong Heng who was at the side, but the latter's complexion was slightly gloomy.

"Tianqi Kingdom doesn't have a tradition of funerals at night. These people are probably not as simple as funerals..." Lowering his voice, Murong Heng glanced at the poisonous scorpion, then leaned back against the inner wall of the carriage, provoking Looking at Huo Ruge from the tip of his eyebrows, he said in a drawn-out tone, "There's a good show to watch..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Poison Scorpion, who had already changed into a monk's robe, walked towards the funeral procession of dozens of people with his staff in his hand.

"Amitabha, good and good!" After blocking the way of dozens of people, the poisonous scorpion holding the staff let out a long sigh, and slowly took off the bamboo hat on his head. Eyes, stand still in front of the funeral procession.

Without waiting for the leader of the team to speak, he clasped his hands together and calmly said first: "This benefactor, there is a bad omen on your head..."

Hearing Poison Scorpion's deliberately elongated and calm tone from afar, Huo Ruge couldn't help frowning his two beautiful willow eyebrows, even looking at Poison Scorpion with a little bit of disbelief.

Bad omen above his head... It's really lucky that he can speak such vernacular words without changing his face!Monk Poison Scorpion Na Hua is really the most unreliable monk in history!

Just when Huo Ruge had such an idea, the leader of the funeral procession seemed not to be affected at all, and immediately rolled up his wrists and shot two hidden arrows from his sleeves.

"Oh, benefactor, such violence is not good." With a mouthful of white teeth, the poisonous scorpion said as he stretched out his finger with two arrows in it, his eyes narrowed into two crescent moons.

"Stand back." A deep and thick voice sounded in everyone's ears, the last person walking in the funeral procession stepped forward through the crowd, and came straight to the poisonous scorpion disguised as a practicing monk, raised his hand and stepped away. A white hood draped over his head.

Seemingly casually glancing over the small part of the man's exposed arm, a stern look flashed across the slits of the poisonous scorpion's eyes, but it quickly disappeared without a trace.

"Why did the master say that?" The deep and deep voice slid through the air again, and the man fixed his eyes on the poisonous scorpion. Although his gentle tone was extremely polite, it carried a natural power, which seemed to be breathtaking.

His eye sockets widened a little after seeing the face under the hood of that person, he could almost swear that after seeing this face, the scars on Huo Ruge's face were simply symbols of all good things!

He could hardly find any words that could be used to describe that face, no, it could hardly be called a face!At this moment, there is only one feeling left in his body, and that is horror, extreme horror!

Even the creepiest green-faced goblin looks so much better than that face!That person's face is enough to become a nightmare.

As if he had predicted the reaction of the poisonous scorpion early in the morning, the man suddenly let out a strange "quack" laugh. At the same time, the funeral procession of dozens of people shrank from their filial piety in an instant, and only heard "puff puff" With a few muffled sounds, the person in front of the poisonous scorpion suddenly swelled up rapidly, reaching a height of several feet in a flash.

Seeing the sudden change from a distance, Yun Zhongque, who was squatting on the roof of the carriage, whispered "Oops", then jumped to the door of the carriage, looked at Huo Ruge and said, "I got into trouble."

Hearing this, Huo Ruge looked at him unhurriedly, and moved his lips lazily in response: "I know, but, those are undead..."

After hearing this, Yun Zhongque's golden eyes flickered, and his gaze towards the poisonous scorpion became slightly relaxed.

Facing the undead, maybe he and Huo Ruge really have no effective way to deal with it, but the poisonous scorpion is different.No matter how foolish he is, he is still a Buddhist disciple.If you look at it from another angle, you will find that he... is barely a high-spirited monk, so in a sense, his existence itself is the biggest threat to the undead.

Looking up at the huge skeleton that had become like a small hill, the poisonous scorpion did not show any fear, on the contrary, there was a gleam of excitement on his cynical face.

"Tsk tsk, it's been a long time since I moved my muscles and bones, and I just happened to be doing a big job!" He paused, still ignoring the huge undead skeletons in front of him, but looked in the direction of the carriage, and shouted loudly: "Wait!" Don't be surprised no matter how much noise you make!"

After finishing speaking, he saw the flaxen monk's robe flying high into the sky by him. At the same time, two groups of bright emerald green flames floated in the two pitch-black eye sockets of the huge skeleton, and waved two balls with tens of thousands of flames. Jun's arm was hitting the place where the poisonous scorpion was.

"Boom" came a deafening bang, and everyone in the carriage felt trembling for a while, and had no time to take care of fighting against the poisonous scorpion with the huge undead skeleton with their own strength.

(End of this chapter)