Lord Devil, the fox wants to become an immortal

Chapter 41 The Crisp Ancient Beast

When Kang ran closer, Ye Xiaomo and the fat man couldn't help laughing.

"Is this... this the ancient beast?" Ye Xiaomo's previous nervous mood suddenly broke into scum. The fat man threw the hammer and pointed to Dang Kang Wen Tianqi: "God, don't you know everything? Is this what the ancient fierce beasts look like?

Bai Mu nodded seriously: "That's it, it's awesome."

What's so great? Ye Xiaomo and the fat man looked at each other and began to laugh again.

A long white fat oval monster with a bare head, like a white meat ball. In the middle of the body, it is probably its waist! There are two small wings on one left and one right. Don't get me wrong, it's a little wing that is not cute at all. Because there is no soft hair, it is as meaty as peeled chicken wings. The limbs are also different. The front is the claw and the back is the hoof.

"It's really ugly!" Ye Xiaomo complained that the person who designed Dangkang must have an aesthetic problem. Moreover, Ye Xiaomo felt even more disgusted when he thought that this thing was hooked by the stinky and rotten rag.

When Kang began to circle around the rag, he kept squirting hot air from his flat nose and scratched his claws in the air from time to time.

The fat man felt something was wrong: "I said, why do I think it doesn't want to eat?"

Tianqi also nodded: "I want to tear the other party to pieces."

As soon as the words fell, Dangkang suddenly turned his head to them: "Is this what you brought?" Although it looks funny, Dang Kang's voice is as beautiful as a baritone!

"Yes...yes!" The fat man was stared at by the fierce eyes and was so scared that he could not speak well. It's unscientific that you are so fierce with such a voice!

Dang Kang took two steps forward: "What a bold man, then I won't be polite. I will avenge my wife after eating you!"

"Wait...wait!" Ye Xiaomo waved his hand: "We haven't seen it, have we? Why is it your enemy?"

When Kang's bare head shook: "There is no more disgusting taste in the world than this smell. I will never forget that he killed my wife. Now that you have admitted that this thing is yours, you are my enemies.

Shit, four people understand.

"That dead old man, let's take the blame!" The fat man cursed, "I must turn back and burn his old face!"

When the name above Kang's head had turned red, the identification was taken back and Ye Xiaomo was anxious: "Level 45!"

The fat man said happily, "Ha! It's level 5, I don't know if I will drop good things!"

"That also has to be taken!" Ye Xiaomo pinched him.

Both of them looked at Tianqi. Bai Mu stood next to him and kept drawing in mid-air. He didn't know what to do.

"Is it done?" Tianqi suddenly asked, and Bai Mu put up the corners of his mouth: "It's over!"

"What are you two doing?" The fat man suddenly slapped: "Have you figured out a way?"

Bai Mu looked at them for some reason: "I'll take time to make medicine!"

Puff...

Taking time to make medicine, Ye Xiaomo and the fat man saw Tianqi's expression of approval and really wanted to spit him up. Is this time called vacancy?

"Are we going to use it later?" Ye Xiaomo is struggling to death.

Bai Mu looked at her and ruthlessly pronounced the sentence: "It's sold in the store." Then she probably felt that her face was not good, and added a comfort: "I sold money to buy you sugar!"

Eat your sister... Ye Xiaomo swore in his heart that he would never eat the sugar given by Bai Mu.

"Ga..." The sharp screaming person's eardrums hurt, and when Kang had jumped in mid-air and rushed towards them.

The sword in Tianqi's hand rises high...

Hang!

The extremely harsh collision sounded! At the same time, the fat man's hammer also fell from the air and hit Dangkang's head.

Puff... a muffled sound.

"You can play! This guy's defense is not high." The fat man was in a good mood when he saw the pleasant blood drop!

Ye Xiaomo began to use charms to support everyone, but Bai Mu abnormally put the piano on a big stone, stroked the piano with both hands at the same time, and the sound of the piano sounded like water.

"Why do you play the piano well?" The fat man was kicked over by Dangkang, got up and asked, and rushed up again.

The sword in Tianqi's hand danced with his slender and powerful hands, drawing an elegant and deadly silver storm. That is the advanced skill of the Kunlun School, which requires players to draw a wind with a sword along the trajectory of the stars. When it finally takes shape, it will be a silver storm. Tianqi's long black hair floated high because of the airflow brought by the sword spirit, and a pair of eyes drew a beautiful light with the movement of his body.

A perfect word burst out on the map, and several critical strikes exploded on Dangkang. Tianqi reached the highest rating of Silver Storm with its undismediated technology.

The voice of the system god suddenly sounded in the team channel: the player Tianqi reached the skill rating level 3S, and the system specially rewarded a treasure chest, and gave the player a chance to randomly draw secrets from the sect's treasure pavilion!

"Do you want to announce this reward to the world?" System inquiry.

"No." God prays to answer. The fat man retreated, and there was something underground.

The fat man was still recalling the words of the god of the system. Tianqi reminded him, but he didn't react. Ye Xiaomo stretched out his hand and pulled him, just one step away. When Kang suddenly stabbed a sharp stone thorn from the ground.

"Ah..." Dangkang screamed, and his limbs were firmly fixed in place.

The fat man patted his chest: "What little monster did I think it was going to summon?"

"Where did this thorn come from?" Ye Xiaomo approached Dangkang at ease and began to paste the just drawn rune paper on it desperately.

"It's Mu Mu!" Tianqi raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Bai Mu stroking the piano.

The fat man saw that Dangkang could only roar in place, and his limbs really couldn't move any more. Then he stood directly in front of his head and smashed it down with a hammer.

Tianqi withdrew his sword and stood beside Bai Mu. He knelt down on one knee and asked with a smile in his eyes, "Have Mu Muxin learned the move?"

Bai Mu squinted and nodded with the corners of his mouth: "Tu, ground thorn!" The raised little head looked at Tianqi, waiting for praise.

"Mu Mu is really powerful, and the speed of understanding skills is so fast!" Tianqi praised without hesitation, "Sure enough, I can't do without Mu!"

"No!" The fat man shouted. This guy doesn't seem to lose blood.

Tianqi's eyebrows moved: "Can't Mu Mu's piano sound stop?"

Bai Mu nodded: "If you stop, the thorn will be gone."

Tianqi shaved her little nose and then walked over to stare at Dangkang.

When Kang's body was almost no good, Ye Xiaomo's charm kept shining with golden light, consuming his blue. His lower body was full of blood, and the ground pierced through its leg bones, and it kept shining yellow fluorescence. Every time it flashed, Dangkang's body trembled.

"Give me a good time!" When Kang didn't seem to have the hardness of just now, his tone even prayed.

Tianqi's eyes turned: "We also want to give you a pleasure, but..." He circled around Dangkang: "It seems that we can't kill you!"

When Kang's blood stops at 3%, it doesn't go down.

When Kang looked at Tianqi's eyes, his eyes flickered twice: "Then let me go!"

"Go and bring that thing here." Tianqi ignored him and ordered the fat man.

The fat man looked at the place where Tianqi pointed: "No way? Are you sure?" These days, he has a tacit understanding of what Tianqi wants to do.

"It should be." Tianqi glanced at Dangkang, and the guy was obviously more panicked when he saw the fat man walking over.

The fat man came over with the stinky and broken cloth with a wooden stick, pinched his nose and asked, "Does it stink in its mouth?" The fat man thinks this method is very feasible.

"Don't...don't touch me..." When Kang began to struggle desperately, Ye Xiaomo's charm was shaken away by him, but he couldn't pull out his limbs from the ground.

Tian Qi's eyes darkened: "Throw him!"

The fat man quickly threw out the wooden stick and rag, just hitting Dangkang's head.

The rag was soon soaked in blood and stained with sticky black and red, and then slowly became bigger. Soon, Dangkang's body was wrapped up, and Dangkang made a whining cry in it.

Soon it became tighter and smaller and smaller. It was best to be the size of a palm, and it could faintly be seen that it was still wriggling in the rag.

After waiting for a long time, the fat man couldn't help saying, "Why is there no system prompt? At least this is also a 45-level ancient beast!"

Tianqi pondered for a moment and raised his eyebrows: "This means..."

"We're going to give it to the old man!" Ye Xiaomo shouted.

Bai Mu nodded, and the fat man asked strangely, "Do Mu Mu also know?"

"Well, I'll nod for heaven."

......

Tianqi smiled, took her hand and said, "Well, it's a good replacement!"

When Ye Xiaomo saw the situation, he immediately ran out first. As he ran, he turned his head and shouted at the fat man, "Hurry up, go back and hand in the task!"

The fat man said oh, but found that Tianqi pulled Bai Mu away. He stared at him: "Fuck, you dead man, bitch!"

"You take it when you come, and it should be you when you come back!" Ye Xiaomo's voice came from afar.

The fat man made a well-shaped shelf with a wooden stick with tears on his face, put Dangkang on it, and then stumbled overt overt over them. Ye Xiaomo was very conscientious to help him open the way, so that he couldn't see the mountain road with that mess.

When I went back, the monsters on the mountain disappeared, and everyone was much faster. Out of the mountain pass, the fat man's arms were about to break, so he simply threw Dangkang on the ground and hit him with a wooden stick. Dang Kang hasn't moved, and he probably died a long time ago.

The old tea seller is still in that position, squatting on the ground with a smoking bag. The fat man kicked Dangkang under his nose: "Hey! Old man, we're back!"

The old man was still in that slow tone. He kowtowed his cigarette bag and slowly looked at the bloody ball under the ground and raised his head.