Fast time travel: The sick and paranoid villains all spoil me

As the old bustard spoke, she took off her thin skirt and made a show of her head.

It's about treating Wudu as the people in the well who were killed by her.

Wudu lowered his head and recited a Buddha's name silently, meeting the little rabbit's golden eyes.

"Don't be afraid of Xiaobai."

He touched her head again, and stuffed her back into his arms.

The pretentious voice of the bustard outside was still ringing.

"Isn't the little master going to accept the servant's house? Come quickly~"

Wu Du closed his eyes unmoved.

He took off the rope that bound his hair, and let his black hair spread out.

Like a drop of smudged ink on white paper.

Just listening to what he said silently, the red rope on his palm suddenly rose into the air.

After he said 'go', he flew to the old bustard and tied her up layer by layer.

The old bustard who was still scratching her head and posing was instantly tied up into a rice dumpling!

The madam didn't take it seriously at first, until she realized she couldn't move at all.

Her complexion changed slightly, and she pretended to be calm: "Little master is so good at this, I told you earlier, I will definitely cooperate."

However, as soon as the words fell, her ten fingernails suddenly became very long and sharp, and she slashed at the rope.

The rope didn't move at all, but broke all her nails.

"How come?!" The bustard made a startled voice, struggling desperately.

However, the more I struggled, the tighter the rope became.

Wudu said softly: "The benefactor should not struggle, it will only be more painful."

The old bustard was enraged: "Stinky monk! Let me go!"

Wudu was unmoved, and he didn't know what to say silently.

The bustard felt the rope tightened.

"Damn it! Smelly monk, you are courting death!"

Wudu still had a peaceful appearance: "The benefactor killed too much, and the poor monk didn't want to kill, but he had to get rid of you. I hope you will have good intentions in the next life."

"Fart! Do you think you can do nothing to win my wife like this?!"

The old bustard greedily stared at Wudu's neck, his voice suddenly became thicker.

"Since the holy monk loves the world so much, why don't you come to my belly and save them?"

Then he let out a sinister laugh, his body suddenly swelled up, yellow hair grew from his face and hands, and his skirt was torn.

In just a few blinks, it turned into a weasel with a slender body, a sharp mouth and long fangs.

Gu Ruojiao gasped, her eyes hurt because of her ugly appearance.

Wudu took back the rope, lowered his head and patted the little rabbit in his arms comfortingly again.

Then he took her out, put her on the ground, and pushed her little ass.

"Wait for me somewhere safe."

Gu Ruojiao obediently jumped to the corner.

This white fur caught the weasel's attention.

The weasel looked at Wudu, and then at the plump little rabbit who didn't have enough space between his teeth, and seemed to be weighing which one to eat first.

In the end, Wudu's flesh and blood was even better.

She turned to Wudu with a smirk, salivating, fluid dripping from her mouth.

There was a fierce laughter in the mouth, overflowing with evil spirit.

The originally clear sky turned cloudy. 7K 妏敩

It was as if dark clouds covered the scorching sun, and even the wind became extremely cold.

However, Wudu was in it, but he was still unhurried, with a calm expression.

But the weasel thought he was scared: "Little master, let me eat you obediently, and I promise to make your death less painful."

What responded to her was Wudu's Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, offended the donor."