Cannon Fodder Counterattack: BOSS, you follow me

Chapter 226
"Then tell me, why are you willing to return Dantian to me?"

Lan Ling hooked the corners of her lips wickedly: "It's not difficult for me to return the dantian to you, just kneel down and use your fate to apologize to my master."

Everyone's faces changed.Using the fairy's fate to apologize to her master is the same as rewriting his fate.The two sides exchanged fates.

If one party dies, the fate of the other party will be confused from now on, and they will all end up with their souls scattered and death without a whole body.

However, Immortal He Gu had no choice at this time.She pretended to be calm, but still agreed with a green face.

Lan Ling smiled mischievously, staring at her, watching her apologize with fate.

"Here, take it!" She casually tossed He Xianren's inner alchemy, babbling.

Well, it really is worthy of being a fairy, this kind of practice is really not built.

He Xianren hurriedly crawled over and put the inner alchemy in his palm, but his surprised face suddenly changed:
"You...you almost finished my practice!"

Lan Ling shrugged indifferently, "What's the matter? I didn't say I'd give you back a good alchemy."

Her smile is evil and innocent, which makes people want to stop.

This time, even the abbot who had been as calm as water raised his eyes to look at Lan Ling, and suddenly he couldn't see through this little demon.

Obviously he is willing to contribute silently even at the expense of hurting himself and infamy, but at this time he looks like a really bad person...

Lan Ling glanced at Qingyuan, then at the abbot, nodded slightly, and flew down directly.

"You old bald donkey, watch me take you to the Western Paradise!"

"Ah—" As soon as Lan Ling rushed down, these Buddhist disciples began to recite the scriptures. The abbot didn't know what they recited, and they formed a golden mask, knocking her out abruptly.

Lan Ling clutched her stomach, paralyzed on the ground, unable to get up.Damn it, this old man will do it as soon as he says he can do it, and he doesn't show any mercy.

The demon catchers who were still panting saw that Lan Ling had been knocked down, and took out their spells one after another, throwing them on her without any money.

Well, there's no need to pretend this time, she really can't get up.

The efficacy of the elixir given by He Xiangu gradually faded, and various wounds began to appear on her body again.

The scripture recitation made her head explode!Even if she died, she would die beside that little monk in Qingyuan!

While dragging her body, Lan Ling gave the abbot a fierce look, you old bald donkey!Stop reading!
The abbot may have really heard her heart, and made a gesture to the disciples to signal them to stop.

Lan Ling squirmed in the direction of Qingyuan little by little, and everyone stopped.

There was still blood on her face, but the corners of her lips were hooked, dragging her broken body, little by little, towards her light.

Dazedness flashed across Qingyuan's face, and he was at a loss in his eyes.

Lan Ling felt a little nervous, now this little monk doesn't remember her, and he doesn't know whether the original owner is satisfied or not. . .

Suddenly, she noticed a strong wind blowing straight towards Qingyuan.

Wow!How about martyrdom?Looks good!
Without the slightest hesitation, Lan Ling tried her last bit of strength to stand in front of Qingyuan.

Not far away is the smile of a demon catcher who has succeeded.

In front of Lan Ling's chest was a dagger dripping with blood.She crawled into Qingyuan's arms, and the blood from her heart wetted his monk's robe bit by bit.

(End of this chapter)