Chapter 593: Who is crying?

Chapter 593: Who Is Crying?
"I'm also kind, it's not intentional."
"Do you think this little monk is all right?"
"This little thing, don't bother you?"
"Your method is really powerful. Turn the yin and yang, turn the sky and turn back to life ... eh?"
The big man was crying and crying, so he felt wrong.
The butterfly in midair didn't move at all.
There is no breath of life in the butterfly's body.
The big man stared at the Scarlet Butterfly for a while, and found that this was the illusion of Su Zimo Tu Na's demon spirit, without any lethality!
Dahan's old face was dark, and he couldn't wait to pump his mouth.
He has lived countless years, and even in the face of the top existence on the continent, he has never feared, let alone been so disoriented.
It was really eight years ago that woman was too strong, leaving a huge shadow in his heart.
The moment the Scarlet Butterfly appeared, he once thought that the woman was back,
Da Han almost killed Su Zimo, and he was a little guilty.
Now suddenly I saw the Scarlet Butterfly coming, and the first reaction was that he had been asked to settle the account. Suddenly, he was so frightened that his legs were weak, and he threw himself on his knees ...
The old monk seemed much calmer.
Da Hanxi stood up, coughed slightly, and concealed his embarrassment.
Fortunately, the young monk was always in a coma and didn't see it all, otherwise he would be shamed to his uncle's house.
In the murky eyes of the old monk, he swept a moment, and said slowly: "Unexpectedly, the heaven and the mainland are magnificent ..."
"Old bald donkey!"
Before the old monk had finished speaking, he was interrupted by the desperate anger.
The big man pointed at the old monk, almost poke his fingers on the old monk's face, stared at his eyes, and gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up to Lao Tzu!"
The old monk sneered slightly, turning his eyes to see that Su Zimo had been out of danger, and his breathing had gradually stabilized, so he eased his mind and turned to leave.
At halfway, the old monk's footsteps suddenly stopped and he murmured expressionlessly: "Red hair ghost? Umm ... this name is good."
The big man snorted for a while before he reacted, and the old monk had disappeared in the backyard of the hall.
The big Han ’s fist clenched, and it rang, and gritted his teeth and cursed,
Oh, you old bald donkey, do n’t read the Scriptures well, and you still have fun to make fun of me ...

...
I don't know how long, Su Zimo woke up.
Su Zimo's eyes were blank, he struggled to sit up, rubbed his forehead, and sat still for a while, then gradually remembered what happened before syncope.
In Su Zimo's mind, the big face of the red hairy ghost can't help but the sound of 'buzzing' sounds in his ears.
Su Zimo was full of excitement, almost didn't think much, leaped up, broke out with all his strength, and ran towards the hall.
"Ok?"
After taking a few steps, Su Zimo's look changed, and gradually found a trace of abnormality.
His physical body seems to be stronger than before!
The inner Dan on the chest also recovered a little gloss, and a crack has been repaired!
"This……"
Su Zimo suddenly remembered the bowl of water he drank last.
The only problem is the bowl of water!
"Little monk, from today, every other month, you come here to drink a bowl of water."
Just then, a familiar voice sounded.
Just before, this voice almost tortured Su Zimo into a lunatic!
Su Zimo forcibly resisted the urge to run, and turned to look.
Deep in the cemetery, a big man covered with chains was lying on the ground, with his hands behind his head, without looking at him, as if closing his eyes.
Su Zimo couldn't help asking: "Red hair ghost, what is this water?"
Hearing the words "Red Hairy Ghost", Han's mouth twitched and said impatiently, "If you want to drink, you can drink, so much nonsense!"
Su Zimo asked for nothing and was not angry.
He felt faintly that since he woke up, Han's attitude towards him seemed to have changed a little.
He couldn't say exactly what it was.
What must have happened during his coma!
This bowl of water is not easy!
You should know that before that, Su Zimo swallowed a thousand-year-old Zhu Guo, and was given a huge supply of life essence, and Nedan showed no signs of repair.
And drinking this bowl of water not only strengthened his physical body, but also repaired the cracks on Nedan!
not only that.
Su Zimo can obviously feel that there are still huge life essence in his body.
These energies, even if he practices the Secret of the Desolation King every night, will be enough to support one month!
Such a powerful healing power also contains huge and rich life essence. What kind of water has such a magical power?
Su Zimo carefully searched the ancient books that he had seen, and found no treasures that could match this spiritual water.
However, he knew well.
Sufficient enough spiritual water to support, no accident, his Nedan is expected to recover as before within a few years!
If you continue to cultivate, it will be a great day for Nedan to become successful, and even if Nedan is successful!
This speed of cultivation, even outside of Burial Dragon Valley, he has enough flesh and blood to eat, it will never reach it!
The hidden dangers of Nei Dan were completely solved, and Su Zimo was in a good mood.
Even if his response is slow, it can be seen at this time that Dahan is helping him.
At this point, Su Zimo worshiped deeply toward the big man and said seriously: "Red hair ghost, thank you very much. Among the ghosts, there are also good and evil, you must be good ghosts ... that is, talk more A little bit. "
"You roll for me!"
The big man roared.
Su Zimo fled.
Looking at Su Zimo's back, the big man showed a row of sharp and white teeth, grinded rattling, and resentfully said, "You are the ghost, your whole family is ghosts!"
...
When Su Zimo was transferred to the front yard of the hall, it was already noon.
Ming really chanted the scriptures in the hospital. When he saw Su Zimo's return unharmed, he couldn't help but stared up and came forward, asking confused: "Master Mingxin, are you okay?"
Mingzhen knows the horrors of the big man in the backyard.
If he had been tortured all night, the whole person had collapsed and his spirits were weak. How could he be as glamorous and suspicious as Su Zimo.
"It's alright."
Su Zimo looked relaxed, patted his shoulders, and said with a smile: "After one month, I still go to the back. Would you like to be together?"
"No, no!"
Mingzheng's head shakes like a rattle, with a firm tone.
Su Zimo smiled.
At this moment, the old monk pushed out the door, seemingly casually said: "On the funeral Dragon Valley, a woman came today, crying and weeping for tea time ... Alas, it was a year now . "
"Girl, cry?"
Su Zimo froze for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, he seemed to think of something, and turned to go outside the ancient temple.
Worried, he turned his head and asked, "Master, lend me your weapon again, and I will protect the little master."
"No need."
The old monk shook his head and said, "Let him go. There are Ming rosary beads on his wrist, and those ghosts and evil spirits outside can't get close."
(End of this chapter)