Mountain Little Divine Doctor

Xiao Xiaoling didn't really fall asleep in the car, but was in a false sleep. Fang Qi closed the car, and the slight vibration woke her up. At a glance, she saw that the seat next to her was empty. She panicked. Then she climbed to the window and saw Fang Qi walking towards the ghost fog step by step.

Although she hated Fang Qi, a man with a big mouth, she still felt afraid when she saw him seduced by ghosts and fog. It seems that Fang Qi has a way to deal with the ghost fog, but he has been hooked by the ghost fog. What can he do? Will you be like this later?

But thinking that he had been abusing him and wanted to kill him, he saved himself. He couldn't bear it. He suddenly pushed open the door and shouted over there: "Fangqi, don't go over there. It's going to hurt you! Fangqi, don't go there! "

Fang Qi was warm when he heard the cry of the little bell behind him. Although the girl was manic and had a little conscience, if the girl came again, her plot would be broken. Don't come.

The ghost fog was luring Fang Qi step by step towards the depths of the chaotic grave. Suddenly, a red humanoid shadow appeared in front of him. As soon as it stopped, Fang Qi also stopped. He heard the hurried cry of the little bell in his ears and wanted to scold his mother. You are mentally disabled. If you lead the ghost fog to me, I will save you. In a hurry, his left hand will carry his back and make a few gestures.

Xiao Xiaoling is an ancient martial arts practitioner. With her eyesight, she can see Fang Qi's gesture behind her. As soon as she saw Fang Qi's gesture, she couldn't help but be surprised. It seemed that she suddenly understood something. You know, it's impossible for people to make such an action in a state of loss.

Eh, isn't this the gesture in the special training camp? Xiao Xiaoling popularized this knowledge with her brother when she came home, and encouraged her to join the special training camp if she came back from the outer Zen Academy. It's a hot place.

She suddenly remembered in her mind the meaning of those sign languages: silence! hide oneself! Leave me alone! When the car clattered and the fog fell on the window, she suddenly felt that the car could not close the door, and the ghost rushed back to the window.

The ghost fog is invisible, but it is too cold, freezing the surrounding air, just like a big ice block hitting the car and the car trembling. Fortunately, the car is refitted, the glass is bulletproof, and the shed is reinforced with bulletproof steel plate, which is very deep.

So the heavy Jeep just vibrated a few times and stopped. Xiao Xiaoling was so frightened that she curled up in a corner of the car and stared in horror at the freezing ghost fog outside the window.

The ghost fog has a master soul. Of course, it is also wise. It also knows that Fang Qi is more difficult than that girl, so it wants to pick a soft persimmon and pinch it. It doesn't want this girl to hide first. When I looked back, I saw that Fang Qi had walked towards the car step by step, and then he blinked to him. He continued to cry with the soul seduction Dharma: "come on, come on, come with me!"

As soon as Fang Qi's footsteps stagnated, he turned around again with the ghost fog and walked towards the depths of the random grave. This time, the ghost fog dare not be distracted. You know, as long as the time is wrong, there will be no chance to give up. I have lost my soul for thousands of years. With the passage of time, my ability is getting weaker and weaker. If I don't find someone to lose it, I'm afraid I'll be scared.

The ghost quickened his movement and seduced Fang Qi step by step towards the depths of the cemetery. In the twinkling of an eye, he disappeared into the grass and trees as high as the cemetery.

Xiao Xiaoling heard the faint ghost sound outside getting farther and farther away, and gradually there was no movement. She was a little anxious and hurried to the window to look out. Now, after all, it is summer. When the ghost fog leaves, the temperature around will rise rapidly, and the ice crystals on the window will flow down into water droplets. She only saw that the grave was dotted with fireflies, but did not see the shadow of ghost fog and Fangqi.

But at this time, she felt a stabbing pain in her hand. She quickly looked down. It turned out that her nervous hands were rubbing on the palm that had just pasted off the skin, and a drop of bright red blood beads had been oozed from her fingers.

At this moment, Xiao Xiaoling was a little confused. When did I worry about a scum man? Didn't I want to kill him? Why should I worry about him? Enron is her own best friend who has nothing to say. She never forgets this guy until she is caught by her fifth uncle and tells me to ask Fang Qi to save her. What kind of guy is this guy? How can he master ancient martial arts?

Alas, thinking of this, Xiao Xiaoling suddenly felt a little lost. She thought she was a inheritor of ancient martial arts and a hidden aristocratic family. Walking in the secular world, she naturally went all the way. Who knows, she kicked the iron plate and broke a big heel as soon as she came out. I don't know what this guy wants to do with ghost fog. With a nervous mood, he looks at the random graves outside the window from time to time, expecting Fang Qi to suddenly appear outside the window, and then scold her as a "grumpy girl".

Er, what's the matter with me? Why am I so worried about a strange hooligan? Touch your feverish face, pet, bite your silver teeth angrily, and say to yourself, "don't miss him!"

Fang Qi followed the ghost fog to the depths of the chaotic grave. Although he didn't know why this thing seduced himself into here, he also knew that this guy wanted to give up. He is a man of practice, and he is connected with the seven waiting Tao. It is impossible for even the yuan God of the practitioner in the Mahayana stage to take away himself.

But with his own feeling, he also understood that the energy fluctuation of ghost fog was very strong. He wanted to see if ghost fog was the yuan God of an ancient practitioner. If he could get the guidance of this practitioner, he would make a lot of money.

But at this time, the scene in front of him changed. Originally, it was a chaotic grave with weeds, but now it is a treasure land of practice surrounded by ancient trees, pavilions and pavilions. Fang Qi also knew that it was just an illusion imposed on him by the ghost fog. Maybe the ghost fog was originally practicing here.

In this environment, people really linger and forget to return. Fang Qi is looking around, but the ghost fog quietly turns into a white robed old man. When Fang Qi sees this man clearly, the old man is also curious: "eh, you are also a practitioner?"

Fang Qi saw that the old man was a man of practice in Mahayana. Facing such a strong man, Fang Qi had to bow down and salute: "senior, I'm polite here. Do you have any requirements to lead me to this place?"

The old man twisted his beard, looked at Fang Qi up and down, and shook his head again and again: "it's really not good. He turned out to be a practitioner, but he actually practiced the dark yellow of the world in later generations. Don't you know that the fourth level cultivation is a castrated cultivation? You're sacrificing the basics and deteriorating your IQ. Oh, forget it. I'll use your body. " After that, he clapped his hands at Fang Qi's skull.