Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 591: A Bowl Of Water

Su Zimo was held in the palm of his hand by a big man, like a little chicken, with no resistance!

You know, even though he is completely exhausted, the power of the body and blood is still there.

However, being gripped by the five strong fingers of the big man, he couldn't move at all, and could only watch him being taken deep into the cemetery!

"How could this be?"

"These chains can't lock this red hairy ghost?"

"Since he can't lock him, why is the red hair ghost staying in this cemetery honestly?"

"Does Master know this?"

"What does he have to do with this red hair?"

Suddenly, Su Zimo's heart appeared countless confusions, and his mind was confused.

In addition, the red hair ghost kept chattering in his ears, talking non-stop, are all insignificant things, Su Zimo thought his head was about to explode!

boom!

Su Zimo was thrown on the ground, and was about to leap forward, and there was a bang, and a thick chain had been wrapped around his body.

boom!

Su Zimo urges the power of blood, and earns it all!

Nothing happened!

The chain looked rusty, but it was hard and abnormal and could not break free.

The power of his bloodline erupted, like a stone sinking into the sea, and the chains did not react at all!

Su Zimo's eyes flashed cold, a crackling noise in his body, his muscles and bones shouted, and his whole body suddenly shrank!

Easy to shrink!

Since the positive force could not be shaken, Su Zimo changed his mind and planned to shrink his size and leave.

God knows what the intention of this big man is to get him back.

Even if it was not malicious, just listening to this big man constantly buzzing around, Su Zimo couldn't bear it.

Unexpectedly, Su Zimo's figure has just shrunk, and the chains on his body have also shrunk accordingly. He has locked his body tightly, and there is no gap to escape!

"Quack quack!"

The big man sat on the ground, his eyes flickered with a joke, and grinned, "This shabby thing can't lock Lao Tzu, but it's too easy for you to lock it. You can save some energy."

Su Zimo tried again, and indeed he couldn't break the chain, he had to give up, and frowned at the big man.

When he got close, Su Zimo discovered that there was not much flesh and blood on Dahan's body, almost only skinny.

However, Dahan's skeleton is very large and his bones are extremely stout. He looks very tall and tall, raising his hands and feet, all full of explosive sense of power!

Dahan's body exudes an inexplicable breath, as if from the depths of the ancient mang, extremely dangerous!

Inadvertently, Su Zimo will feel a palpitation!

Su Zimo didn't know what the red hairy ghost was about.

He only knew one thing, the red hair ghost was full of words, and he didn't know how many years he had talked about. Barbarabar kept talking and never stopped!

"Little baby, you don't know how bitter I am."

"This valley is isolated from the rest of the world. Apart from Lao Tzu, there is only the old bald donkey. As a result, this mule turned to practice closed chanting!"

"No matter what Lao Tzu tells him, this old bald donkey has no response at all. You say how much Lao Tzu has been suffering for so many years!"

Speaking of this, the big man was excited, gritted his teeth, his huge hands were fists, and he banged on the ground.

The forest of monuments is shaking, and the entire cemetery is shaking!

Su Zimo couldn't help but reply, "Why two people, and a little Sami?"

After saying this, Su Zimo regretted it.

Sure enough, Dahan saw that Su Zimo actually responded, and the whole person was even more excited, his eyes glowed, and he sat down in front of Su Zimo.

"Speaking of this little bald donkey, Lao Tzu couldn't get angry."

"This little bald donkey fell from the top six years ago. It was good at first. Honestly, I went to the backyard every day to feed Lao Tzu and chat with Lao Tzu ..."

"It turned out that this little bald donkey wouldn't come in less than half a year, it was really abominable!"

The big man was grieved and complained.

Su Zimo secretly said: "Brother Mingzhen can support the first half of the year, and he is indeed a person with great perseverance!"

"Little monk, you can't learn from the two big and small donkeys."

"Chat with Lao Tzu, your benefit is definitely indispensable!"

Su Zimo only felt that his head was drowsy. At this time, there was no benefit whatsoever.

Without the chains, he would have fled a long time ago and would never step into the backyard!

...

In the east, a hint of fish belly gradually appeared.

In the chatter of Dahan, the night passed.

The Dahan said with a lingering sigh, "Time is passing so fast, I just said a little bit."

The big man turned his head and looked at Su Zimo. He was startled and asked suddenly:

"Well, little monk, why are your eyes dark?"

"So much bloodshot in your eyes?"

"You don't look so good? You're a little bluish, won't you get poisoned?"

"Well, the muscles on your face are twitching. Are they cramps?"

Su Zi's mood was violent, he rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

Snapped!

When the big man patted his forehead, he suddenly realized: "I know, little monk, have you not rested last night?"

"rest?"

Su Zimo forcibly punched the big man with a punch, kept grinding his teeth, and two words popped out of his teeth.

He would rather let him fight against the heavens of the Northern Regions for three days and three nights.

This red hair ghost is simply a demon-like existence!

"Look at it, look at it, you little monk, with a strong temperament, stare at such a big eye?"

"What's wrong with you, let's talk it out, don't hold your back!"

The big man patted Su Zimo's shoulder, and said it with great care.

Su Zimo panted heavily and bowed his head, only feeling dizzy, weak limbs, and even the strength of speaking.

Dahan's eyes glanced at a strange light.

I saw him beckoning, and under the flowers not far away, a broken bowl full of dew flew over.

Dahan's forefinger's nails were slightly protruded half an inch, flashing a cold chill, and flicking his thumb lightly.

A tiny wound emerged from the thumb, and a stream of blood flowed out.

This ray of blood was very small, or even less than one ten thousandth of a drop of blood, fell into the dew of a broken bowl, and soon merged into it.

The dew was still clear and there was nothing strange to see.

This series of moves is extremely subtle and too fast.

When the big man took the broken bowl, the forefinger's thumb touched immediately. The wound of the thumb had just appeared, and he had healed. Su Zimo bowed his head and found nothing.

Holding the broken bowl in his hand, the big man came to Su Zimo and passed it, smiling and smiling, and his voice suddenly became a little weird and full of confusion.

"Little monk, you are tired all night, drink some water."

Although Su Zimo didn't talk much that night, he was exhausted physically and mentally. Looking at the clear water in front of him, he felt a dry mouth.

Coupled with his drowsy head, he was not awake at all, and didn't think too much. He took the broken bowl by hand and drank his head.

(End of this chapter)