Chapter 66 Small Skeleton

Without fragments, there will be no small skeleton on your shoulders. Thinking of this, the swordsman looked up at their shoulders again, and Foxstrom looked particularly quiet.

"What is my brother looking at?" The dark eyes under the demon moon.

Brother? The swordsman was stunned by this name. After being a little stunned, the swordsman smiled bitterly: "I was thinking that you might get on good terms with the little girl."

"Hey, don't scare your little girlfriend away. You are so bold that your little girl is much less bold than you." The sword flute walking in front of him listened and immediately gave a serious warning to the swordsman.

When several people spoke, they had already come to the cliff. This time, the sword flute flipped the hilt in his hand and looked at the sword clan before jumping: "There is such a thing oppressing you, can you hold on?"

The swordsman looked bitterly: "It's endless. Go down quickly."

The well-hearted Jian Xiao immediately stopped talking, jumped under the cliff, and then heard the jingling sound under the cliff. Soon Jian Xiao's words came up: "Okay, come down by yourself."

As soon as the swords heard this, they walked to the edge of the cliff with little weight: "Are you ready?"

"Brother, what are we going to do?" Fo Ke. Strong was just a ten-year-old dwarf. At this time, he was close to the cliff and very nervous, and his two bone hands grasped the neck of the swords tightly.

"Have you ever been here?" This cliff is not very far from his hometown in front of Foxstrom, so the swords have this question.

"No, we dwarves can't leave the village until they are 12 years old." Buddha while talking. Strong pulled tighter.

The swordsman took off the hand of the small skeleton and took a few breaths: "Don't be so tight." When the swordsman took the other's hand away, he squatted, and the ice blade flipped in his hand. The swordsman jumped forward, and the ice blade cut to dodge and slipped down.

"When." Jian Xiao stood at the mouth of the cave, and the long sword blocked the ice blade falling from the sword clan. The sword clan followed this gentle gap, stepped on it repeatedly, and flew into the hole.

"Brother Swords, you are back." As soon as the swordsman entered the hole, he ran over quickly and strangled the swordsman's neck. As soon as he touched it, he withdrew his hand as if frightened: "Who?"

Then there was a dim light. In an instant, he saw the small skeleton on the swordsman's shoulder clearly, and his face suddenly turned pale and dodged to the inside of the wall in a panic: "bone, bone, human bone."

Looking at Shun'er scared like this, the sword clan was also a little speechless and took the Buddha. Strongor came down: "This is a white bone clan we met on the road, called Foke. Strong."

"White Bones?" The two heroes, Yijianchen and Zijian Wuya, who had been lying on the ground as soon as they entered the hole, suddenly jumped up. The two quickly ran to the swordsman and looked at the small skeleton next to the swordsman, which was only 30 fingers tall.

Shuner also took a few steps curiously: "Is it really a white bone clan?"

"Please don't lie to the little girl. Love is not allowed to be deceived." The sword flute looked at the swordsman, and the latter was in pain.

"I'm not a white bone clan, I'm an authentic dwarf, Buddha. Strong has met you." Although the voice of the small skeleton is not loud and hoarse, both the sword clan and Jian Xiao can hear it clearly.

"I heard that people of the White Bones will remember the memories of their previous lives." The difference is that there is no Buddha at all. Keep Strong's words in mind.

Zijian Wuya also nodded: "The White Bone clan is originally a race created by the combination of bones and souls. These souls have not drunk Meng Po soup, and they will naturally remember the memories of their previous lives."

In an instant, she became bolder. She walked to Foster Strong and pinched the ribs of the small skeleton: "It turns out that you were a dwarf in your previous life. No wonder you are so short." After saying that, Shuner couldn't help pinching Franco Strong's palm.

Fuchstrom is in tears, and now no one in the world believes the truth. Jianxiao was surprised by such a result. There was a twitch on his face, and no one believed it when he told the truth. I guess this was the result that the three people didn't expect. In fact, as long as he didn't take out the fragments of the Xuanhun chasing jade, he would be a person who knew how to take the Buddha. Strong is a white-bone clan.

"Brother, please hold it for me." The hoarse voice came, and a white fragment was thrown at the Soege sword clan. The latter was stunned. He really couldn't imagine that it would be good to pretend to be a white bone clan? As long as the sword clan and the sword flute are not broken, who can see it?

"Fragments." As the senser in the mouth of the swordsman, he screamed instantly. More strange things happened in front of him in an instant. Buddha, who was fine just now. Without the support of the fragments of the soul chasing jade, Strong scattered into a pile of bones in the blink of an eye, and his head fell straight on the bone pile.

"Ah............." The moment when he was still holding a small rib in his hand, he could not stand the changes in front of him, and then he screamed and fainted. Naturally, the white bone in his hand is still in his hand.

The swordsman is quick-sighted, holding the moment when he was about to fall, pinching people and patting their chests. After a while, the Soeger family was in a hurry. After a while, he woke up leisurely and turned his head to see that he almost fainted. Shun'er tightly strangled the swordsman's neck and buried his head deeply in the swordsman's arms: "Brother of the swordsman, I'm so afraid."

"It has been said that the little girl may not be able to withstand such a dramatic change." As Jianxiao said, he took the mysterious soul chasing jade fragments from the swordsman's hand and stuffed them into Focostrom's head.

Yi Jianchen almost didn't control it just now: "His sister, what is this? Is it the dwarves? Or the white bone clan? Or the dwarf white bone clan"

Purple Sword Wuya saw a little eyebrows: "It's the fragments of the soul chasing jade."

The swordsman nodded and put the Buddha. After talking about Strong, several people stopped in their ears, and their doubts about Francostrom became even worse. As soon as he heard that the other party was only a ten-year-old dwarf before his death, he became more bold. He walked to Franco Strong and looked left and right and pinched: "With fragments, it's different. The dead can actually be resurrected."

Purple Sword Endless: "But people who have been dead for more than 20 years, no wonder everyone likes Xuanhun chasing jade fragments so much. With this thing, it is simply the simplest thing in the world to reach the realm of against the sky in martial arts."

Jian Xiao stared at Fo Ke in his eyes. Strong suddenly hooked his finger at the swordsman.

The swordsman is really tearful about the action of Jian Xiao. How ** this action looks. Now I see how tricky it is, because it is the old man Jian Xiao who uses this action.

"What do you want to say?" The swordsman walked over.

Jianxiao signaled Buddha with his hand. Strong: "Why did you say that the fragment on his body is also white? According to what you mean, Buddha. No matter what, Strong can't be the sensor of Xuanhun Chasing Jade.

"Don't you think he is the sensor of the mysterious soul falling jade?" The swordsman was surprised to find that Jian Xiao's idea had changed.

Jian Xiao: "I've changed again."

Sword clan: "........" The swordsman was speechless for a long time before saying, "What on earth do you want to say?"

"I just speculate that the origin of the fragments on this dwarf is very unknown." After saying that, Jian Xiao walked inside.

The swordsman was speechless again: "There is nothing to speculate about, Buddha. The fragments on Strong's body are like the white bone clan on Butterfly Mountain. God knows how this thing entered other people's heads.

Jian Xiao nodded with great consent and took out some fruits from the sack: "I'll go to bed first, and you should go to bed early."

The swordsman looked up outside the cave. The swordsman couldn't wait to die immediately. At this time, the sky had turned white. This night was really exhausted. After saying that, the swordsman lay down on the ground.

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When the swordsman woke up drowsily, it was already dark, and it seemed that he had slept all day. Shun'er opened her big round eyes and looked at the Swordsman with a smile, which made the latter a little uncomfortable: "Why are you looking at me like this?"

In an instant, he pinched the little nose of the sword clan: fool, it's time to get up. After saying that, Shun'er took a basin of Ganoderma lucidum from behind: "Come and eat this."

The swordsman took a look and wanted to vomit: "Is there anything else?"

"This is the only one, and you will order it." Shun'er said with a smile and stuffed a Ganoderma lucidum into the swordsman's mouth.

"I eat this every day, and now I want to vomit when I see it." The sword clan swallowed a ganoderma embarrassmently.

"5555555, this is the only thing, it's difficult for you." Instantly came to the nose of the sword clan and stuffed the second Ganoderma lucidum into the mouth of the sword clan.

The swordsman grabbed Shun'er's hand and suddenly pierced his head, with his lips facing each other. Instantly caught off guard.

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"You are so bad." Shun'er punched the sword clan fiercely.

"Nizi, after solving your problem, we will go to Guyue Village."

Instantly blinked with black eyes: "Where is Guyue Village?"

"It's my home." The swordsman patted the moment's head with a smile: "Why don't you want to go?"

"Think." After saying this, Shun'er quickly turned her head and turned her eyes to another place. The swordsman clearly saw Shun'er's red face. As for what was written on her face, everyone on earth knew it.

There is a strong affection here, and there is sarcasm over there. Hejianchen looked at the swords with great taste: "At least you two care about the feelings of other single people.

The swordsman suddenly couldn't wait to spit on the ground: "You are ashamed to call yourself single."

"That's right, my wife is 80 years old, and I don't envy young people here."

I haven't been very much of seeing the purple sword. At this time, I finally said, "Fuck you, you belong to your wife the most in the hole. Get the fuck out of here."

My sister had a power outage yesterday, and Xiaoan worked overtime today. Brothers voted to comfort my broken heart.