Countryside Magic Doctor

"Can you TND have a little backbone?" He Feng scolded.

"People have to bow their heads under the eaves. Those who know current affairs are heroes. Penglai Fairy Island is about to appear in the world. Do you mole ants still want to resist?" the elder suddenly changed his face, stood behind Murong, voluntarily assumed the role of a dog leg, and opened his mouth and scolded.

"I'll go!" He Feng helped his forehead. "Do you dragon groups have such goods as you? All of them are anti bone children!"

"Presumptuous!" the elder shouted fiercely, "I don't want to see what time it is now. I dare to be rampant here. Believe it or not, we will frustrate your bones and ashes and let you die without a place to bury!"

"People are dead, what's the point of doing this again?" He Feng said with a sneer. To tell the truth, he doesn't understand why those ancient emperors invented those cruel torture, especially those who still toss the dead. People are dead. It's meaningful for you to do this again. Can he feel the pain?

It's clearly sand carving!

"Don't talk nonsense. I'll kill you on behalf of justice and Penglai Tiandao!" the elder opened his mouth. Then he saw his eyes red, like a vicious dog, rushing towards He Feng.

"Old man, help me!" He Feng shouted loudly.

So he's going to die, but he hasn't breathed yet. If he breathes, he can't hold on. He's willing to die well, but if someone else results in him, he really can't breathe.

Misty son was frowning, like meditating, like making a choice. He Feng didn't understand what was thinking in his heart. After hearing he Feng's cry, he raised his eyebrows slightly, even if he made a choice.

I only saw the misty son, and suddenly his face showed the color of fortitude.

Then, he waved the wide robe and big sleeve of his Taoist robe with great momentum. It seemed that he was working hard. When the elder next to him saw this situation, he was timid and dared not come forward again. He could not beat the misty son. He still had to be counselled when it was time!

He Feng also thought he was saved. At least there was a misty son. The old man could live so many tens of seconds here, but what surprised him next happened.

I only saw the misty son who was just full of style, suddenly flopped and knelt down on the ground. The long sleeve waved in his hand brushed across the messy floor, but I saw misty son give a big gift of three kowtows and nine worships on the ground!

The standard is formal. It seems that he has received professional training, which is much more professional than those fake monks who kowtow. When kowtow nine times, he has a correct attitude, like praying piously and praying to the gods, and the gods in front of him have a crazy face and are looking at his Murong with contempt.

"I've heard the name of Murong family for a long time. Xiaosheng piaomizi knocked on the young master of Murong family." after nine people knocked, piaomizi said in a hoarse voice comparable to teacher Zhao Zhongxiang. His voice was neither humble nor arrogant, and his righteousness was high. It seemed that he was still upright and generous to die in the face of Zhu Di's killing your family, together with Fang Xiaoru, a family of more than 30.

However, the words are like the appearance of small eunuchs in ancient imperial palaces when they see the master. The two form a sharp contrast. Against the background, they are vaguely funny.

"Old man, I misunderstood you!" He Feng spit out a mouthful of thick sputum. The black thick sputum mixed with poison crossed a parabola from the air and happened to fall on the white and flawless Taoist robe of misty son. The poison is very corrosive and Zizi. A huge hole was corroded on the Taoist Robe made of Tianshan ice silkworm cocoon.

"Vertical son, different for plan!" the misty son snorted coldly and left this sentence coldly.

Then he walked respectfully behind Murong, smiled, put his hand into his sleeve, took out one, and took out a whole blue coral tree, which was also inlaid with night pearls. Of course, this is empty. After all, for practitioners, it is really like the description of the famous Prime Minister Chao cuogui's theory of Su in the period of Emperor Wu of the Western Han Dynasty. Gold and jade can't be clothed in cold, Hunger can't eat. What's the use of it?

Practitioners who have always been famous for their practicality will not like such things.

But when Murong saw this thing, a strange flash flashed in his eyes. He was surprised and said, "where did you get this?"

"I met a group of grave robbers many years ago and found it from them." misty son said word by word.

"This is master xuanxu's favorite thing. You have a heart to find this thing. Wait. When you return to Penglai Fairy Island and arrive at Tianxin Pavilion, I will ask my great grandfather for help!" Murong patted his chest and guaranteed the ticket.

Then let piaomiozi stand behind him. Later, I only saw him folding his fan and waving it. It was impressively written with a poem by Li Bai. The sky was full of white jade Beijing, five cities and thirteen pavilions. The immortal helped me to the top and gave me longevity!

This poem sounds good!

He Feng also likes the last two sentences, especially the last two sentences. He feels that these two poems can be worthy of him. They are both natural dangerous people and have good luck. At the moment, this good luck belongs to Murong opposite.

Look at yourself, except for a very weak Yunzhu who is in a spiritual state.

Who else?

No, maybe Yunzhu will have to call Murong the master tomorrow. It can't be said that Yunzhu betrayed herself, but that she belongs to a spirit body of Tianbu stone. Whoever is the master of Tianbu stone is her master.

"Listen to my great grandfather, master xuanxu, there are many good things in your boy!" Murong walked to He Feng with a smile, looked at He Feng lying on the sofa, looked at him carefully, and said with bright eyes.

"There are good things. Take them if you want!" He Feng said with a smile.

"But even if you give me these things, I can't use them!" Murong said. "You know, whether it's mending the sky stone or Xuanyuan sword, they all have experienced the recognition of the Lord. Only when you die, these things can choose the master again. What do you say?"

"Why don't we have a cold salad? I tell you the cold salad is very delicious!" He Feng tried his best to make his smile friendly.

"I don't feel right," Murong said with a sneer. He stood up and the folding fan in his hand was joined by him. The folding fan glittered with dark golden light. It looked like a sharp sword.

He held it high and suddenly stabbed He Feng in the chest.

With his hand falling rapidly, he Feng could clearly see the folding fan stabbing towards his chest even if he felt the danger approaching, but he had no choice, because he was now terminally ill and the venom had entered every blood vessel of him.

You can't resist at all. You can only watch and die!