My disciples have hidden identities

"Well, be careful."

Ji Pingsheng looked at the running backs of Chi Hongyu and City Lord Wang, and couldn't help sighing: "Young man, you are so energetic!"

He shook his head and turned to face the ruins.

He rolled up his sleeves and was about to rebuild the room when he stopped again.

"Forget it, Jing Muxi has experience, let him come."

Chapter 291 Hell flower transforms into form, Bodhi ecstasy!

Chi Hongyu went out to play with City Lord Wang...going out to do important things.

After Ji Pingsheng greeted Jing Muxi to let him repair the house, he changed the room and continued to explode.

After several months of hard work, Ji Pingsheng's research has not made a breakthrough, and Chi Zhengyang's achievements have not been sorted out.

instead.

On the contrary, Bodhi is the first to blossom and bear fruit.

A corner at the foot of the back mountain.

His face was pale and bloodless, his eyes were lifeless, and Bodhi cut his wrist numbly. Blood gushed from the wide and thick wound and dripped into the large basin.

A vine like a straw was inserted in the big basin filled with blood, sucking Bodhi's blood ruthlessly.

"How many liters is this already?"

Bodhi was lying on the bed, weakly muttering to himself, the long-term massive bloodletting made him very trance-like, hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes, and even his bald head, which had always been shiny, dimmed.

He can't count how much blood he has drained. For more than three months, he has insisted on injecting ten liters of blood every day for Hellflowers to drink. Sometimes he would pass out because of the bloodletting. The wound is healed.

In addition, he will also release more when he is taking drugs, when he is in a good mood, and when he is chanting sutras.

Now, Bodhi was lying flat on the bed, looking at the still sky and the light white clouds, feeling extremely sad and indignant.

Sister, you are lying!

You said that a thousand liters of blood can be transformed into a small prison, but now I'm about to release two thousand liters!

fraud!

Sister, you are a big liar!

While Bodhi scolded Qiluo for being a liar in his heart, he stuffed a blood-enriching pill into his mouth.

"Amitabha, when will you be tall in this day!"

Bodhi moved his lips and let out a cry.

It seems that the true feelings of Bodhi have moved the heavens, and it seems that the Buddha responded to his cry.

When there was not much blood left in the basin, Hellflower, who had been drinking blood silently, retracted the vines, and under several violent tremors, a pungent blood mist erupted.

The blood mist enveloped the hell flower in an instant, and the continuously oscillating air and fluctuations slowly spread.

"This is?!"

After Bodhi saw the abnormal shape of the hell flower, a ray of light shot out from his godless eyes, his weak body seemed to have returned to its original state, and he sat up from the bed suddenly, looking excitedly at the blood-smeared hell flower.

Sitting up in shock from a dying illness, this nimble movement, this bright gaze, and this excited expression are completely different from the previous second, it can be called a medical miracle!

Under the gaze of Bodhi's longing eyes, the body of Hell Flower in the blood mist gradually shrank, and the blood energy in the sky was absorbed back.

5 minute later.

A woman about 1.6 meters tall, with a delicate but cold face, blood pupils and red lips, appeared in front of Bodhi.

The glamorous woman looks about 20 years old, with long hair hanging loose, no clothes on her body, but a few vines covering key parts, exposing most of her nascent skin.

Although it is very attractive, Bodhi does not have that kind of worldly desire in his eyes. No matter how exquisite the skin is, it is just a pink skeleton in his eyes.

What he wants is not the skin, but the opposite sex who can reproduce with him!

"Oh oh oh oh!"

Bodhi looked at the woman in front of her, trembling all over, unable to speak with excitement, and uttered a strange cry like a gorilla in heat.

He stared at the woman in front of him with tears in his eyes, and tremblingly called: "Little Prison?"

The woman looked at Bodhi calmly, and after two seconds of silence, she bowed lightly, opened her red lips, and called out in a slightly cold voice: "Little girl Huayu, my husband."

husband? !

Bodhi was taken aback for a moment, he hadn't spoken yet, why did he just call me Mr.

"Xiao prison, why do you call me Xianggong?"

Bodhi asked subconsciously, and he regretted it after asking, isn't this what he expected.

Hua Prison said with a blank face: "In the past three months, my husband has whispered in my ear 360 times to be grateful, 510 six times why you gave me blood, and 110 five times for the grace of dripping water. Yongquan repays each other, and two thousand and 120 times, if there is no repayment, then I promise with my body."

"Isn't that what you mean?"

A pair of blood eyes looked at Bodhi faintly, her face was calm and unwavering, and she couldn't even tell whether she was willing or not.

"Amitabha."

Bodhi recovered from the ecstasy at the beginning, suppressed the restless heart, and said: "Bodhi is a man of Buddhism and Taoism, and he doesn't mean to repay favors. It depends on your thoughts in the end."

"Whether you want to or not."

Bodhi swallowed her saliva and stared nervously at Hua Prison.

"If I say I don't want to..."

As soon as Huayu opened his mouth, Bodhi's face showed an unconcealable disappointment.

"If you want to..."

Hua Prison Er opened his mouth, and the expression on Bodhi's face instantly turned from cloudy to sunny.

"Ah."

The corners of Hua Prison's mouth raised slightly, and a faint smile came out of her mouth.

"Sir, I agree, but in the end I have to listen to my sister's advice."

The indifference on Hua Prison's face gradually eased.

elder sister?

Bodhi was stunned for a moment, then instructed her who she was talking about, without saying a word, she directly grabbed Hua Prison's hand, turned around and was about to run towards Qiluo Courtyard.

"and many more."

Hua Prison broke free from Bodhi's hand, frowned and said, "Wait a minute, I'll put on some clothes."

"what?"

Bodhi was stunned for a moment, and at this moment, he realized that Huayu was only covered by vines. After subconsciously taking a closer look, his brain was full in an instant, and his face was flushed.

"Amitabha, Amitabha, do not despise evil, do not despise evil."

Bodhi lowered his head and closed his eyes, chanting in a panic.

Huayu glanced at Bodhi nonchalantly, and with a flick of her hand, she transformed into a long skirt covering her body.

Just when he was about to speak, he inadvertently brushed Bodhi's wrist that was still dripping with blood. After a slight pause, he grabbed Bodhi's wrist and stuck out his tongue to lick it a few times.

This numb feeling made Bodhi froze, and tremblingly said: "Little Prison?"

"It can't be wasted."

Huayu said lightly, after she licked the blood off Bodhi's wrist, she made a handkerchief to bind the wound.

After doing all this, she let go of Bodhi's hand and said calmly: "Let's go, take me to see my sister."

"Oh, oh, oh."

Bodhi replied blankly, with white smoke rising from his blushing bald head, turning around like a machine.

Is this my wife, so caring and gentle!

Bodhi thought like a mess.

"This way."

Bodhi suppressed his rapidly beating heart, and walked towards Qiluo Courtyard with the flower prison that had just transformed.

But before he could take a few steps, a voice as cold as ice and full of murderous aura came from behind him.

"and many more!"

"what happened?"

Bodhi turned his head in a daze, and followed Hua Prison's line of sight.

It was clusters of blooming in the sun.

Extremely beautiful flowers.

Chapter 292 Showing off Qi Luo's face!

"what are these."

With a gloomy expression, Huayu pointed at the clusters of flowers not far away, and said coldly.

This is not an interrogative sentence.

Bodhi glanced at Hua Prison strangely, somewhat confused about what was going on.

Although he looked cold just now, there was absolutely no murderous intent.

How could he be full of hostility in the blink of an eye?

Bodhi looked at the gorgeous flowers in full bloom, with a bright smile on his face: "These are all spiritual flowers. If you cultivate them directly and carefully, in a few years, they will also open up spiritual wisdom."

"A spirit flower..."

Hana Prison glanced at the flower garden with cold eyes. There were a variety of flowers in full bloom, ranging from small flowers with delicate petals to large flowers with thick petals.

"Are these all raised by you?"

Hana Prison asked again as if confirming something.

Bodhi was taken aback for a moment, nodded and said, "That's right, what's wrong?"

The voice just fell.

With a soft swish, Huayu raised his arm high and shot out a blood-red vine from the loose cuff. The vine shot out very fast, and before Bodhi could react, it slammed onto the flowerbed with a bang.

Ruthless and merciless, this smash directly destroyed hundreds of flowers.

Bodhi: "!!!"

"Xiao Prison, what are you doing!"

Bodhi recovered from his stupefaction, and screamed in horror: "These are all your future partners!"

It's okay not to say, but when it was said that the murderous intent permeated Huayu's body, she directly ignored Bodhi's screams, grabbed the blood-red vine and swept away.

Cut off the Shura field with one blow.

It was extremely tragic, and I couldn't bear to look directly at it.

In front of the hell flowers that have already transformed, these spirit flowers that don't even have spiritual intelligence are extremely fragile.

The flowers are all withered...

Bodhi saw that all the flowers he had brought back from the Hundred Flowers Sect were wiped out, his eyes were red, he stretched out his fingers tremblingly and pointed at the Flower Prison, his lips were trembling, and he held back for a long time before he uttered a sentence: "You, you... ...you're doing it wrong!"

After Hua Prison swept the future mistress to mistress [-], she retracted the vines calmly and shook her sleeves, as if she was just doing something insignificant.

She looked at Bodhi calmly and said, "Master, you only need to support me in the future."

Bodhi: "..."

Raise one? !

Although it is easier for him to raise one than a thousand, it doesn't seem to be the case!

"Then what about the descendants, I am shouldering the mission of revitalizing the Bodhi Tree clan!"