Chapter 1237: Gas bomb

Remember [花香 居 www.kanshushenzhan.com] in one second, to provide you with wonderful novel reading. She looked back, and sure enough she saw that the handsome and handsome young man was sitting on the wall in an evil spirit, as if watching the fire from the other side for a long time, his mind was idle.
It is Ye Yuan.
The old man also saw him, his old face suddenly changed, and he stepped back subconsciously, "Ye, Ye Patriarch!"
Ye Yuan took a leap and landed next to Di Fuyao, staring with a little Yingying smile. When he looked at the old man again, his eyes were cold and sharp, "You said, who is you going to kill?"
"Old man ... old man means ..." The old man frowned, and the last person he wanted to meet in this world was Ye Yuan, but when he thought that he was right, what was wrong was this little demon. With confidence, he bit his head and said, "This little demon stole the sword of the old man! The old man just wanted her to come back."
Yes, that's it. Why is he wrong?
Ye Yuan chuckled, and said to her like an old acquaintance: "Little demon? Is this your name?"
Di Fu winked and did not squint, as if he had not seen him.
Holding the fire whip arrogantly and arrogantly, the golden flame was rising high, like a sharp arrow that cut through the sky.
The old man's eyes were full of fear, fearing that the fire whip would be pumped on himself, anxious.
"I didn't steal your sword." Di Fu shook with a smile and said, "My name is Bright and upright."
"You--!" The old man was anxious. "Patriarch Night, look, this little demon is really frivolous!"
He had some plans to get Ye Yuan to do something for him.
"Little demon, show me what baby makes you like it so much?" Ye Yuan said.
Di Fu shook his head for a while and took the black sword out of the portable space.
Ye Yuan took it, only glanced at it lightly, and then he resentfully said: "What a broken sword is vulnerable."
Then, the blood-swallowing sword full of blood was directly clipped by Ye Yuan's two fingers, and immediately became a waste sword.
The old man glared at the dog, roaring with pain and anxiety over his heart, "Yeyuan! What do you mean?"
"I don't like this broken sword, why do you have an opinion?" Ye Yuanxie yelled openly again.
The old man's face was extremely ugly.
opinion?
Yes, great!
But he dare not say!
Who is Ye Yuan, a young and frivolous man, a peerless genius who is ancient and desolate!
Who dares to offend him?
"You wait for the old man!" The old man turned his head and wanted to run.
Emperor Fu shook his eyes slightly, and before leaving, he saw Ye Yuan momentarily move in front of the old man, blocking his way.
"Night, Ye Yuan, what do you want to do?" The old man murmured.
Ye Yuan raised his lips: "People who hurt me want to run? Oh."
Di Fu shook his mouth slightly, when did I become your person?
The old man was stunned, moment of horror.
The Yongye Sword came straight into the cold light, but Er, the veins were destroyed.
"Ye Yuan! You are so vicious—" The old man vomited blood and lay down on the ground.
His face was pale, as if he had been drained of all his strength. For a moment he was very old, his eyes full of resentment and hatred.
Ye Yuan lightly retracted the Yongye Sword, the figure of the young boy was condescending, honored and proud.
"Wou Jiuzong dares to find trouble with the little demon, and ends up like that."
After finishing the ruthless words, Ye Yuan turned his head and held Di Fu to shake his hand, and left with his feet raised.
"Hey, I said ..."
"I'm not calling hi."
"Nervous, let me go."
Ye Yuan looked back at her and smiled softly, "Don't let go."
Di Fuyao suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. Looking at his long and erect back, Ye Zhongyuan's figure quickly captured her heart.
After thinking for a moment, she quickly cut off the thought.
"Di Fu shakes you crazy, he is going to kill you, and he has brought you to this broken place in Guhuang, what do you want him to do?"
Emperor Fu took a deep breath and suddenly broke free from Ye Yuan's restraint.
"Little demon, are you angry?" Ye Yuan stared at her with a smile. "You light me, the one who should be angry is me?"
Di Fu shook his eyes at him, and didn't want to bother with the neurosis, so he turned and left.
Unexpectedly, Ye Yuan chased again, clasping her wrist firmly.
"Don't go, your injury ..." he said, taking out the healing medicine.
Emperor Fu shook his back and pushed away his hand. He directly used the space jump technique in front of his face and disappeared in place.
Ye Yuan froze slightly, his eyebrows locked. "What's the hurt, the bones are black? Little demon, run fast, I won't eat you again."
He saw it just now, her sword hurt her skin and her bones were black.
Who's bones are black?
There must have been some internal injuries.
Ye Yuan looked worried, and his slender fingers drew out the seal of India gently, and quickly caught up.
Inn.
Di Fuya returned to the room, and after treating the wound, in order to prevent Ye Yuan from catching up, she deliberately hid her breath and added space imprisonment inside and outside the room so that no one could disturb her.
Meditate on the futon, close your eyes and raise your mind, and concentrate on calling Mo Wuyi in the spiritual world.
She called for a long time, and found that there was no contact with Mo Mo, and she couldn't help sighing. "It seems that he can only contact me unilaterally in this world ... Ah, ah, chance, chance, when The chance to go back? "
The ancient wasteland is good. The heaven and earth aura is pure and strong, and the cultivation resources are rich. If she does not have the curse of the gods, she may be able to break through the six-star Wulingzun in ancient wasteland.
With the curse of God, the speed of God's curse will increase with each additional use of spiritual power.
When Di Fuyao was feeling irritable, the little fox suddenly pulled the pull corner to signal someone outside her door.
"You really have a ghost ..." She opened the door as she vomited, thinking that the person outside the door was Ye Yuan, but she was a white-clad deity.
Di Fu shook his head, "Is that you?"
Strange, how did he know he lived here?
The shrine arched his hand in courtesy, with a smile: "Excuse me, I'm here just to send invitations to the girl."
He said, and handed her a platinum post.
Emperor Fuyao did not answer, but just glanced at the post that reads Tenjin Temple, and knew that he wanted to invite her into Tenjin Temple.
But why does God want her to go to Tenjin, she is not interested in Tenjin.
"Sorry, I'm not free." Di Fuyao declined.
"It's seven days after the Tenjin Festival. At that time, the girl decides whether to go or not, and don't rush to reject me for a while." The said with a gentle smile.
"Okay." Di Fu shook his interest and accepted the platinum post flatly.
He saw sharply her hand hurt, and frowned, "The girl is hurt?"
"No big deal ..."
"So thick blood qi." God shouted.
Emperor Fuyao unexpectedly said: "I wrapped it so that you can see that it is the injury of the Blood Eater Sword?"
The nodded and said, "This sword is so vicious that it is extremely bloody. It was wounded by it. The wound does not heal for several days. In the case of blood gas, the wound will only worsen."
Di Fuyao was surprised. The secret of the underworld was very knowledgeable. Indeed, she found it when she was dealing with the wound. The sword wound on her hand couldn't heal with the healing medicine she carried, so she could only bandage it. , Covering that terrible wound.
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