Chapter 309 Southern Barbarians

Shuofeng City, an extremely luxurious huge house, is no different from the scale of the general's mansion. In a small hut in the corner of the west courtyard, there were bursts of extremely strange voices. The sound was like a dream, like a person sleeping in a dream, and like a person who fell into the quagmire struggling to call for help, but it was extremely dull. . On a small altar in the middle of the room, a dry old woman in animal skin and a strange patterned face was reading a word, and the strange voice came from her mouth.

This is a rather strange room. There is no window. The air is slightly dull, and bursts of unknown smells are floating in the air. There are candles made by unknown things in the corner of the wall, which are arranged according to a mysterious and strange formation, flashing with a miserable green light. The old woman danced and said a few words. On the case in front of her, there was a little man with a strange style and tied hair.

The old woman's dancing appearance made Wang Da Shao, who was standing far away, frown slightly. The old woman was really too unbearable. She even made such a dirty action at this age. Could it be that she was seducing her? This demon god is really too tasteless. But he didn't dare to talk nonsense, because he deeply knew the strangeness and cruelty of the barbarians from southern Xinjiang. If he offended her, he didn't know how to die. Isn't General Shuo Fengcheng, Li Xingye in the west of Yanrong, the peerless master, also tortured to death?

With the old girl's dry body twisting, bursts of dark brown smoke appeared out of thin air, covering the whole small altar. In the dreamlike fog, the old girl's posture also looked much more enchanting. Mr. Wang couldn't help blinking his eyes and couldn't believe the scene in front of him, but suddenly heard the old man's hoarse voice, "Bring that man's things!" He didn't dare to neglect and quickly put a piece of blood-stained nail in his hand with his hands.

The cold dry claws that were not like human hands took the nail, and by the way, they also scratched the palm of Mr. Wang's hand. The cold feeling made him excited and shrink his hands. The old woman smiled strangely, "What a timid little brother. Don't look at my mother-in-law. When I was young, I was also the first beauty in the family. I don't know how many men. In order to have a spring breeze with my mother-in-law, I went to the mountain of knives and went down the sea of fire, and even the dragon beast went to attack, tut..."

As if thinking about what happened in those years, the old man shook her head, looked at Mr. Wang, who was shrinking in the corner, and flattened his shriveled mouth. "I didn't even bother to look at a little white face like you back then." Mr. Wang was looked at by her eyes for a chill, and his body was even more cringe. He repeatedly said, "My mother-in-law must have been a beautiful woman in those years. Beauty, naturally needs to be matched with a hero. I'm a little ashamed..."

The old woman laughed strangely, as if she had encountered something happy, "What a sweet mouth, my mother-in-law, what I like most is the back of you. What a pure essence and blood, I'm afraid this man is already a congenital strong man, isn't he?" As if she had met some treasure, the old man screamed strangely, and the voice like a night owl made Mr. Wang's heart tremble and surprised.

The old woman's body turned sharply, and her dilapidated clothes were broken one after another because of the violent tremor. "Jie Jie, such a powerful blood. Anyway, this man has to die. It's better to take advantage of my mother-in-law and me..." She said that she didn't know where to take out one. The flashing long needle, which was more than a foot long, pierced his shriveled body. The forceful action made the corners of Mr. Wang's eyes shrink and almost cried out.

What's wrong with this old woman? She invited her to plot Li Xingye. She has done a very good job these days. Li Xingye is already like a madman. As long as he follows this momentum, the general of Shuofeng City will explain. At that time, his uncle became the general of Shuofeng City, and Li Yaoying was naturally in his palm. Thinking of Li Yaoying's beautiful face and posture, Mr. Wang couldn't help but feel hot in his heart. He was a powerful beauty, and his man wanted in his life.

But today is the right time to do it. I worked hard to get a piece of armor stained with Li Xingye's blood as a casting medium, but the old girl was crazy. Isn't such a long needle going to stab her to death? Today, his detective got the news that the magic doctor poison king of the Jianghu generation, the poisonous medicine Sansheng has come to Shuofeng City. The medicine Sansheng's medical skills are exquisite, and he is quite familiar with the art of witchcraft. If he is noticed by him that Li Xingye has been plotted, it will be bad.

Thinking of Li Xingye's 300 wolf-like red-scaly blood guards who killed him, Mr. Wang couldn't help shivering and shouted, "Mother-in-law..." The old woman on the altar had pulled out the silver needle from her chest and dripped the blood of her heart on the strange little man in front of her. It doesn't matter. Li Xingye will definitely die today. Since people are going to die, they can't take these blood. It's better to take advantage of my mother-in-law and me. Don't worry, mother-in-law, I know how to be measured, and I won't let people realize that you did it.

Hearing this, Mr. Wang was relieved that he was newcomer. He immediately laughed at his panic. What was he worried about? Even if this witch didn't do anything, she still encircled Mo Yeqing. She was a real killer, a fairy-like figure. If it hadn't been for the opportunity to go out of the city to plunder, how would such a helper have been found? The fifth-order monsters can't survive a round in Mo Yeqing's hands. What is the 300 red-scale blood guards?

With the strange voice of the old man's murmur, the armor stained with Li Xingye's blood and the strange little man with drops of blood have been placed in a dark bowl, and a faint blue flame suddenly rose. With the burning of the flames, the empty bowl began to gushes of blood, turning into wisps of fog, like two long snakes into the old man's nostrils, and the old man's dry body was slowly filled in Mr. Wang's stunned eyes.

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A strange finger shook at Li Xingye's neck and slowly groped, while Li Xingye's tall body was tied by several chains and ropes, making a creaking sound from time to time, and his face was red and wanted to break free. There's nothing we can do. Everyone doesn't dare to untie Li Xingye's rope at all. Even Li Yaoying can only sneak up on Li Xingye's hands while he is out of his mind. Otherwise, he can't do anything about this crazy father.

Fortunately, Yao Sansheng didn't care whether he could diagnose the patient's pulse. Looking at Li Xingye in front of him, even if he touched his pulse, it was difficult to distinguish the disease. After groping on the exposed thick neck of blue veins for a while, Yao Sansheng took a breath of cold air. "It's a little tricky..." The strange head shook repeatedly, as if he had encountered something difficult.

The short and fat old housekeeper beside him couldn't sit still. He jumped up and asked Yao Sansheng, "Why is it tricky? What's wrong with the marquis? Come on, what's going on?" Although the old housekeeper was not tall, Yao Sansheng was shorter. He stood in front of the shriveled Yao Sansheng and was quite imposing. Glancing at the round old man like a meatball, Yao Sansheng rolled his eyes and said, "Of course, it's a little tricky. What's wrong with your marquis? It's obviously a plot. It's funny that you think your marquis's practice. Your marquis Ying Baihu Xingjun was born with a trace of white tiger Xingjun's anger. Although he is easy to kill by nature, he is also full of pulses. How can there be a saying that he is really angry?

Gan Ping, who was beside him, nodded slightly. In this secular world, there were also dragons and crouching tigers, and there were many strange people. Although this Yao Sansheng's appearance was quite unbearable, his vision was extremely fierce, and he could actually see the origin of this strong man. Unfortunately, no matter how discerning he is, he is limited to vulgar things. Gan Ping has already seen that what this strong man is running is no longer secular martial arts. Obviously, he has a little breath of cultivating immortals, which is obviously inherited from the branch of which sect.

The Yao Sansheng glanced at Gan Ping from the corners of his eyes and said proudly, "Your marquis has been plotted by others. The name of the technique is the soul cracking skill of the barbarians in southern Xinjiang. In fact, this spell is not very smart. It is also the skill of tea to untie." As Yao Sansheng said this, a tall and strong man roared, "His grandma, who plotted my marquis? I, Li Long, am going to destroy his whole family..."

Before he finished speaking, the old housekeeper beside him jumped three feet high and took a chicken feather duster in his hand and viciously slapped at the bald head, "Fight you, don't you think it's messy enough? While staying, wait for Mr. Yao to cure the marquis. When this matter is liquidated, how can I use you at this time? Shocked the marquis, I pulled out your skin! Go, take people to surround this place, so that someone won't disturb the marquis's treatment. The old housekeeper was too short, but he jumped extremely high. The bald man did not dare to dodge and let the chicken feather duster slapped his head, leaving a red mark.

Li Yaoying couldn't help nodding secretly. The real ginger is old and spicy. Although his third grandfather doesn't know a little martial arts, he knows a lot better than those military men. There is an old man in the family, such as a treasure. At that moment, he said coldly, "Brother Long, please take the brother of the red-scale blood guard to surround the house. If you dare to break in and disturb my father's rescue, no matter who it is, kill him!"