Great Demon King Airborne Rollover [Quick Transmigration]

When your good thoughts are still there and your conscience is not completely wiped out, you are in desperate need of blood, and you may just cut your own arm with a knife to feed the puppet.

But as time goes by, when you find that this is just drinking poison to quench your thirst, a drop in the bucket, and it is impossible to achieve your ambition, will you still not change your original intention?

Zuo Qiutang naturally wouldn't.

There is a shortcut to the sky, why not take it, in order to nourish her increasingly deep desire, she will cut the flesh and blood of others, and use their blood to feed puppets.And if you don't control it well, you will kill people, fall into the road of slaughter, and become a devil holding a butcher knife.

In the middle of the night, a figure passed by in the forest, bringing a gust of breeze, and the grass and leaves in the forest rustled.

0641 was lied to by Qu Yang's serious fabrication just now, and by the way, he tricked the two of them, laughed so hard that he couldn't lift his waist, and said, "Host, you are really bad."

It was some distance away from the ruined temple, and it just reacted, and couldn't help but feel a little worried: "Host, you gave this puppet to Zuo Qiutang, and Ji Feng was also a pawn you placed next to her to encourage her to take the blood. Whatever murder she committed will be remembered on your head."

"It would be bad if the girl of luck mutated and caused the world to collapse."

Hearing this, Qu Yang stopped, stood on the top of the tree and looked back, with a smile on his lips: "Don't worry, she won't kill people in reality."

In a short period of time, Zuo Qiutang will not kill people. She is notorious now, and there are many masters who come to chase her down for the sake of puppets. All the masters will join the hunting team.

But what is reality?Is there still an unreal place? 0641 puzzled.

It didn't take long for its confusion to be answered.

The morning sun shines through the gaps in the forest, the carriage is driving along the road, the driver is holding a whip and looking forward to the road, there are three members of the Song family sitting in the carriage.

I heard that this martial arts competition for rookies was designed by that puppet master in Qingcheng who has been famous all over the world for a few days. Father Song and Song Yuancheng also want to experience it.

In order to prevent someone from putting the idea of ​​puppets on the Song family, and to avoid getting revenge by Zuo Qiutang, Qu Yang took the two of them northward soon after returning that day, heard the news of the Martial Arts Conference, and pointed to the venue Los Angeles.

Father Song is already fully healed, sitting opposite Qu Yang, staring intently at the unfinished puppet in his hand, thinking about what to make next, Song Yuancheng who is sitting next to him is listening to the wheels of the carriage turning, and the puppet running over the ground The voice, after holding it in for a long time, couldn't help breaking the tranquility of this moment.

Pursing his lips in discouragement, he slapped the puppet on the small table. Song Yuancheng couldn't help but say, "I heard that yesterday, around here, many people surrounded Zuo Qiutang. They could have taken her down, but because of internal strife, they were killed again." Let her escape!"

The more he thought about it, the more angry Song Yuancheng stomped his feet: "The puppet belongs to you, how could she... steal it in a mean way! If I had known she was such a person, I would have let them ask Shuge about it." A few people couldn't even get in our house."

As soon as the words stopped, he slowly lowered his head in front of Qu Yang, his tone became softer: "Brother, I'm also to blame, I was deceived by her, and I told her everything, that's what caused trouble."

Now Song Yuancheng just wants to slap him to death and trust Zuo Qiutang with all his heart, and happily tell her about himself as a family puppet.

Father Song didn't even raise his eyelids: "When you said earlier that you must be on guard against others, and you should be on guard against Zuo Qiutang, that's not what you said."

Song Yuancheng turned his head away, hoping that there would be a hole under his feet so that he could get in quickly. He was rarely embarrassed, and after a while he turned his head back embarrassingly, and then asked:

"Then what do you do now? Brother, you lost the puppet that the man gave you. He must be angry. Brother, do you think he still wants to accept you as a disciple?"

Qu Yang shook his head: "No problem, what do you want to say?"

Song Yuancheng twitched a bit: "I...I also want to try it in the rookie competition. I have already done some research. This time the rookie competition uses an ancient fantasy site in Los Angeles, and it also incorporates puppet shows. .”

"Rookie Bidou only needs to enter the illusion, and it won't hurt. Dad! Didn't you say that you want me to see the outside world? Where can I find such a good opportunity if I miss it?"

After a pause, Father Song finally raised his head, frowned and looked Song Yuancheng up and down for a long time.

"You?" He asked suspiciously.

"Yes, it's just me!" Song Yuancheng's eyes were filled with anticipation.

Twelve or thirteen-year-old boys, compared to those warriors who have already been crowned weak, are really at a disadvantage.

But they finally wanted to go out of Qingcheng to have a look outside, Song Yuancheng also made a request with great difficulty, Father Song couldn't bear to refuse, he looked at Qu Yang: "How about this, Jiu Fei, you two join together. "

Ok?

Qu Yang was looking out, when he heard that he lowered the curtain, he thought for a while and replied: "Okay."

……

Broken temple.

Zuo Qiutang rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, revealing the scar on his left arm, and chopped off with a knife in his right hand.

Blood gushes out, drips down, and fills the trays that have been wiped and used to hold tributes from time to time.

The little puppet stood beside the tray, smelling a sweet smell the moment the blood flowed out.

When the little mouth moved, the blood flowed into its mouth like a living stream.

Feeling almost done, Zuo Qiutang pressed the wound, enduring the pain and cold sweat, and sprinkled a layer of medicine on it.

"Qi Ling, how do you feel now?"

Ji Feng said lazily: "That's it, I won't die of starvation in the past two days, but I can't use many methods."

That is to say, methods such as poisonous fire and strong wind cannot be used, and I will have to feed the puppet with blood in a day or two, and during this period, the matter of hunting and killing can only be settled by myself.

—But she couldn't settle it!

Zuo Qiutang was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, not daring to stop thinking about countermeasures.

Human blood, where do you ask for human blood?

How can she escape from the pursuit of the people in the rivers and lakes, and go to get blood with peace of mind.

At this moment, Ji Feng, who was satisfied with eating and drinking, walked up to her: "The martial arts conference is coming soon, you hurry to Los Angeles, I know there is a place that no one will know even if you kill someone, let alone Someone will meddle in their own business and try to sanction you. During this period, I will overdraw my aura to help you spray out the poisonous mist."

"Really?" Zuo Qiutang was overjoyed, "Where is that place, I'll start right away."

"The western suburbs of Los Angeles." The puppet smiled.