Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

"Why are you so vicious?"

The female cultivator held her scorched right abdomen, and stared fiercely at Wen Song with her slender beautiful eyes.

When Wen Song heard the slapstick words, his dodge was slowed down a beat, and he couldn't help but said: "Friend Daoist, you're saying the wrong thing, who is the vicious one?"

He was about to run away, but if this female cultivator hadn't framed him, he would probably be on the way to reunite with his senior brother now.

Hearing this, Yu Zifu frowned and wanted to teach him a lesson, but because of the monster's fierce attack, she couldn't make room for it. While resisting the monster's attack, she approached Wen Song's position, preparing to use his person The way is to treat the person's body.

However, what surprised her was that even though she directed the monster's attacks to Wen Song several times, the man was still unharmed.

Seeing this thought flashed in Yu Zifan's eyes, she looked at the red gauze around Wen Song, and she thought about it, "The enemy is now, can fellow Taoists put aside the past and listen to me?"

Wen Song was speechless after hearing her understatement, "What do you want to say?"

Yu Zifu said: "This monster's cultivation level is too high. I'm afraid it will be difficult to get out of trouble by one person alone. Why don't we join hands to deal with it?"

The light in the cave was dim, and Wen Song didn't let Wen Song see her color clearly. He stared at the cave that was facing collapse due to the attack of monsters, and said, "How to join forces?"

The female cultivator suggested: "You put this red gauze on the two of us, and I will attack this monster."

Wen Song: "..." I think you are thinking of farting.

He was out of his mind to hand over his back to a nun who framed him in the first place.

"The scene where fellow daoist entrapped me just now is still vivid in my memory, I really dare not join forces with fellow daoist."

When Yu Zifan was distracted talking to Wen Song, she didn't notice for a while, and was hit by a monster on the side of her waist. She turned to look at Wen Song who was unharmed, narrowed her long and narrow eyes, "In that case, I will wait for your soul When the strength is exhausted, just wait to be buried in the mouth of monsters!"

"Don't worry about it, Fellow Daoist," Wen Song kept shifting his figure in the cave to avoid the attack of the monster.

This monster not only has a high level of cultivation, but also seems to be not low in spiritual intelligence. After the female cultivator appeared, he tightly controlled the position of the cave entrance and blocked the way for the two of them to get out.

And it knew that Wen Song had picked the spirit grass, and most of the attacks were on him.

Wen Song looked down at the white petals in his hand, but made a decision after a while.

"what are you doing?"

When the female cultivator saw him throwing the spirit grass into the mouth of the monster, her voice suddenly rose.

"Give it back the spirit grass." Wen Song glanced at her, "This monster attacked me because the spirit flower was picked. I will return the things to it and see if it can let me out."

"You...you..." The female cultivator's chest heaved in anger. She originally planned to wait until she went out, and then snatch the Sleeping Star Flower back from Wen Song, but the clinker actually fed the spirit grass to the monster. .

After swallowing the Sleeping Star Flower, the black scales on the lower abdomen of the monster instantly climbed onto the purple frost, and then gradually spread until covering the entire body.

Yu Zifeng knew that this was the start of the monster beast's retreat and advancement, and the monster beast would inevitably fall into a deep sleep. Looking at the spirit grass that had been swallowed into her stomach, she was full of unwillingness in her heart. If she had known it was this In the end, why did she go to such lengths to drag Wen Song into the game?

After leaving the cave, there was a cloud shadow and sky light outside.

It was only then that Wen Song really saw the complexion of the woman beside him. Her eyes seemed to be exquisite and clear, her eyes were flowing smoothly, her red lips were a little bit beautiful, and her delicate dimples were dizzy with autumn water and floating clouds.

Even though there are many beauties in the cultivation world, there are definitely not many such beauties. Wen Song thought about how this nun took it for granted when she asked him, and probably understood her mentality. Her looks are used to her.

Although Wen Song felt that he was not superficial, but in the face of such a beautiful woman, the disgust in his heart was reduced a lot.

It has nothing to do with Fengyue, it is just based on the appreciation of beautiful things.

However, the moment the female cultivator opened her mouth, this beauty was broken.

"What's your name?"

"doing what?"

Yu Zijiao raised his head, with a domineering attitude, "Sell me the magic weapon, and I will give you thirty thousand high-grade spirit stones."

"Not for sale."

"But do you think there are too few spirit stones?"

"That's not the case," Wen Song said, "It's just that this thing is a gift from my teacher."

"So what?" Yu Zijiao said: "You have to think about it carefully, my elder brother is the disciple of Huayan Daoist from the Yueling Sect. If you don't know what to do, you will suffer a lot when you return to the sect." .”

Wen Song looked at the proud peacock-like woman in front of him, and said, "I'm standing right in front of you. If you want to, you can deal with me now."

The female cultivator looked at him angrily, "If you don't use that red gauze, of course I can take care of you myself."

"Besides, don't you feel disgusted by being an ugly monster with a red gauze?"

Appearance is the pain that Wen Song can't bring up the most now. He looked at the nun and said, "Who is your brother?"

When he returned to the sect, he would also sue.

"My elder brother's surname is Yu Mingzihui, you must have heard his name in the door."

"Oh."

Wen Song thought: This is really a coincidence.

Yu Zifu stomped his feet, "What are you, do you want to sell me that magic weapon?"

"No." Seeing Yu Zihui's face, Wen Song felt that he still didn't want to file a complaint. He didn't bother to have unnecessary disputes with this female cultivator, so he took out the flying boat from the storage bag, and Yukong drove away from this area.

How could Yu Zifu be thrown away by Wen Song like this, she jumped onto a six-petal lotus platform, and chased after her with her spiritual force.

The two ran and chased until the sky was low.

In the middle of the night, the stars all disappeared, and the sky became densely black, making it difficult for people to discern the direction of progress.

Wen Song stood in front of the flying boat, poked backwards, and finally disappeared, he was relieved, and finally got rid of him.

Wen Song didn't care much about the direction. He didn't care about the location, he chose a direction at random.

I thought it would be safer in the sky, but the reality is: the sky is not peaceful either.

Not long after the night fell, there was a strange cry and the sound of flapping wings. When Wen Song heard the sound, he immediately got up from the flying boat. He concentrated on distinguishing the location of the sound and locked his eyes on his side.

As those things approached, a decaying smell gradually spread in the air.

Wen Song pasted three breath-restraining talismans on the outside of the flying boat, and put a layer of enchantment on it. After that, he did not relax his vigilance, but took out the magic weapon, wrapped it around his arm, and quietly waited for the crisis to come.