Chapter 112: Old white news

Wu Tie remembers that he wants to enter the fog ancestral home and must pass a transfer platform.
Opening the platform is an octagonal blood-colored crystal.
In total, the crystal is hidden in the chest.
He tore open the clothes that broke in the chest of the chest, and grabbed the blood-colored crystal from the close pocket, and pinched it in his hand.
The phase of the Liuyu fingers broke through the kosher's defensive circle. The fingers covered with dense scales were cut and smashed, and the dark green poisonous blood was continuously sprayed on the chest of Wu Tie.
Wu Tie's flesh was torn open, and poisonous blood eroded his body.
The knuckles of Xiang Liu smashed into the ribs on the chest of the witch iron. A muffled sound, the bones of Wu Tie were not damaged, and Xiang Liu himself was shaken back a few steps.
"Good bones." Xiang Liu was stunned.
The moon marks flew back, and the eyebrows of Xiang Liu were cut into a very deep wound, and a pale green brain flowed out.
But the snake's life is extremely strong, and the snake is extremely tough, not to mention the Taikoo strong in the snakes. It is not a big deal for Xiang Liu, but it is not a big deal for ordinary people who have died a dozen times.
The screaming of Liu Liu screamed, and he opened his mouth violently. On the long cheeks, the big mouth of the blood basin was wide open and there was a size of a water tank. The mouth was covered with sharp fangs, and Liu Liu swallowed it.
Now he is very weak, except that the soul is stronger than Wu Tie, his body is still the body of the total command.
He can't exert too much power, he can only use the power of instinct to swallow.
With the talent instinct of Xiang Liu, even if a group of steel swallowed into the abdomen, it will also melt into a mass of juice.
Wu Tiemei's golden light group was dying, and his eyes were dark and he was in a semi-faint state.
The soul of Xiang Liu is far more powerful than his soul, and the damage caused by the mental shock is also very serious.
The blood basin was covered and the Wutie could not dodge.
In the cracking sound of '咔嚓', the little white egg behind Wu Tie suddenly collapsed, and a little colorful streamer overflowed. A small white-brown little arm suddenly caught the arm of Wu Tie. The other one Only the arm is caught in the wind.
The wind is rising, and the clouds are full of clouds.
The light around it squirmed and twisted, but it was just a fingertip, and the witch iron disappeared without a trace.
As soon as he was swallowed, he instinctively closed his mouth and slammed his mouth with a slap in the mouth. He was too hard to break several fangs.
Full of empty mouth, there is no real feeling.
Xiang Liu looked at the direction Wu Wu was in. He was silent for a while, then he screamed hysterically and screamed with anger: "Wu Tie... Wu Tie... You roll me back!"
"The old man's life is blood...that is the old man's life!"
"You are these despicable and shameless thief, you thief!"
"The old man and you are not dead, never die!"
The wind and the sky rolled over and crossed the black sand Gobi more than two hundred miles in an instant, and came to the position where Wu Tie and others entered the ancestral land. The blood-colored crystal flies up and is precisely embedded in the depression on the ground.
A sly blood glowed, and Wu Tie returned to the small platform surrounded by cliffs.
The blood-colored crystal was set in the pit on the ground, and a small white-skinned hand reached over, grabbed a stone and smashed it on the blood-colored crystal.
In the cracking sound, the key to the ancestral land that has been passed down for many years has been blown into dozens.
A little bit of blood, the blood-colored crystal gradually became dull, and finally turned into a black translucent shape, completely losing all power.
A little bit past, the golden light of Wu Ting's eyebrows gradually recovered. A little bit of golden light, with the surging of the blood of the whole body, is constantly born from the body, and constantly flies to the golden light group of the eyebrow.
Almost the severe pain of the brain mincers was gradually restored, and Wu Tiejun's eyes widened, looking at the black lacquered rock dome above.
"I am still alive?" Wu Tie subconsciously talked to himself and gently moved his arms and legs.
"Oh." A soft, tender, sweet and crisp voice sounded on the side of the witch.
Wu Tie’s body suddenly became stiff.
He turned his head slowly, and looked at the little figure sitting next to him with a hint of incomprehensible horror... Well, the piece of cloth wrapped around her was familiar and should be pulled from the witch iron. Cloth.
It is only three feet high, and it is very delicate and tender, and it is a little girl who looks like a size of three or five years old. The eyebrows are like green eyes, the eyes are like autumn water, the delicate little melon seeds are on the face, and the beautiful and beautiful facial features are perfect.
The little girl has an extremely thick hair, and the hair of the shoulders is so smooth that it is scattered behind her head.
She was sitting next to Wu Tie, staring at the sparkling eyes and staring at Wu Tie.
Her eyes are extremely clear, without any impurities, revealing a strange power that makes people calm.
Wu Tie touched the armor of the chest, and the bag was wrapped in the old iron crystal brain. The white egg was gone.
The quick turn turned and looked around, the white egg was really gone.
Wu Tie looked at this little girl: "Predecess?"
The little girl squinted and smiled very sweetly to Wu Ting: "Hey."
Wu Tie only felt like a fire. He rolled up and squatted in front of the little girl, resisting the screaming impulse of hysteria, and carefully stroked her head.
"I am not you, you see, actually I am a lot older than you. How can I, is it you?"
Wu Tie is very serious and wants to explain her origins to this little girl.
But the little girl’s clear and pure eyes stared at Wu Tie:
Hey, I am hungry.

Wu Tie looked at her stiffly, and the little girl looked at him with a firm look. The two of them looked at each other for a long time, and Wu Ting muttered to himself: "I guess, what will hatch in that egg?" ...a daughter?"
Wu Tie wants to cry, but wants to die.
He took a deep breath and took out a piece of dried meat from the Qiankun bag. A can of water was handed to the little girl.
Xiaotoutou is also welcome, and she has enough meat to dry her half body. Taking a sip of meat, drinking a sip of water, and not much time, a whole piece of dried meat was eaten by her.
‘Ha’’s breathed a sigh of relief, and the little girl patted her belly very satisfied and nodded:
Full... hug!

The piece of meat was full of greasy, and the little girl was holding the meat for a long time. Her face and hands were clean and there was no trace of oil.
Wu Tie was staring at Xiao Xiao’s hair for a while, and he tried his best to retrieve everything in his mind... After a long time, he finally recovered, and his face changed red and blue.
Perhaps, it is possible that this little girl is really his daughter.
In the infinite glory, the last point left by the great power, Wu Tie used a lot of his own blood, and even used the Spirit Breaker to separate some of the soul power to nourish the power left behind. hand.
If that, the power left is a little of its own essence...
Then, this little girl is the combination of the power and the essence of the witch and the iron. In this sense, this little girl is really the daughter of Wu Tie.
Wu Tie was in a mess, staring at the little girl.
His thoughts flew to the infinite void... He asked himself over and over again, that the power to set the back hand should be a woman?
probably?
If it is a man who can be set by a man, Wu Tie is psychologically unable to accept such a thing.
"You...remember the look of your mother?" Wu Tie finally trembled, resisting the instigation of his heart, and groaning and asking the most terrible words.
"Beautiful." The little girl stared at Wu Tie directly, and said sweetly: "Hug!"
Wu Tie also can't tell who he is.
Little girl really remembers the look of the power? Can be described as ‘beautiful’, should it be a woman?
Ok, I can't think about it anymore. Otherwise, Wu Tie is going crazy. For the time being, just be the power of a woman.
He rubbed his head, pondered for a while, and shook his hand, cracking the white tiger into a guard arm wrapped in his hand, his arms stiff, and slowly stretched out to the little girl.
The little white hands of Xiaotoutou grabbed the Wutie iron with great ease. Just like a monkey climbing a tree, Ma Li climbed up and sat on the shoulders of Wu Tie.
She pulled the piece of cloth wrapped around her body and frowned. "Clothes, dirty, ugly... new, beautiful clothes."
Wu Tie’s face was pumped. He looked at the rags wrapped in the little girl’s head and sighed.
From the Qiankun bag, a piece of changing clothes was put in, and the tight armor of Wu Tie's body squirmed and came to the little girl's body, and it was wrapped into a delicate soft armor.
The little girl smiled. She raised her hand to look at the soft armor on her arm, or wrapped the piece of cloth around her.
With a little his shoulder, Wu Tie followed the road when he came, and left the ancestral home of the fog knife without delay.
Think of the willows trapped in the ancestral land... Wu Tie's scalp is numb.
Maybe he will run into him in the future, but it is better to never meet.
The little girl swallowed all the blood that had been pre-existed by Xiangliu, and it was difficult to come to this guy. When he returns to strength, find a way to leave the ancestral land, and then come to Wu Tie revenge... God knows when it was time?
Quickly left the fog knife ancestral land, came to the outside of the dark, lacquered, dark rocky beach, Wu Tie's mood is inexplicably relaxed a lot.
"Little girl, you need a name." Wu Tie sprinted in the rock, and said nothing to the little girl.
"Name? I want a name!" The little girl slaps the head of Wu Tie.
She looks delicate and tender, but she has a bit of strength on her palm, and she has a numbness in her head.
Witch iron frowned, thinking all the way.
He remembered the poems that Gray Master once loved.
‘Small building to hear the spring rain one night’?
Wu Chunyu?
It doesn't seem to be good.
‘Shenzhen Ming Dynasty sells apricot flowers’?
Witch flower?
It seems to be even worse.
So, what are the words that old iron often swears?
‘Hello with the Son’?
Witch with hatred?
This is not like the name a girl should have.
Inexplicable, Wu Tie fell into a mysterious trouble, he actually began to seriously consider what the name of this little girl should be.
This problem confused Wu Tie for several days until he left the rocky beach and returned to Dashicheng along a ramp. He still couldn't come up with a suitable name.
Sighing, Wu Tie looked at her face and looked forward to seeing her little girl.
"Witch." Wu Tie guilty of guilty conscience: "You are a girl, so you are called a witch. Well, this name is not bad, I think, this name... is actually really good."
"Witch?" The little girl's face was a bit gloomy. She frowned and looked at Wu Tie for a long time. Then she sighed: "Witch, just a witch... Well, you are right, this name is actually It's really good."
The witch shook her head and patted Wu Ting’s head and said softly: "Hungry..."
‘Oh’, Wu Tie should have a voice, his own meal is also very large, the meat in the Qiankun bag has been eaten clean. He patrolled around for a while, successfully hunted a thick bowl of rock, and raised the bonfire to smoke.
This is a well-connected grotto.
There are several clusters of luminous mushrooms in the 100-meter-long grotto, and there are dozens of small holes that don’t know where to go.
The bonfire swayed and cast the shadow of the witch iron and the little on the wall of the cave. The little was sitting on a large stone at the end of the scorpion, and staring straight at the snake section that gradually became brown in the hands of the witch iron.
There was a sudden change in the inside of a hole.
Wu Tie’s unrelenting backhand is a cold light flying out. The moon marks silently flew more than a hundred meters away. The '唰' scraped the old white scalp and shaved the white hair on his head. A big piece.
"Oh, yeah..." The old white screamed, holding his head in his head and squatting on the ground.
Wu Tie turned his head and looked at the old white and sighed: "Old white, don't be so sneaky from behind, it is very dangerous."
"I am very dangerous!" The old white stunned for a while, and then he jumped up and pointed at Wu Tie and yelled: "I am very dangerous for my old man, do you know? My hair... my head...

Hate's stunned Wu Ting, the old white with a few rat warriors, with the mouse's unique sneaky, cautious movements came over, came to Wu Tie, looked up and down the Wu Tie.
"Small iron deacon, you also escaped? Really... It’s too bad." Old white long sighed and sighed: "Black skin, one-eyed, iron eighty-eight, they are all dead... Hey, all dead."
Wu Tie was silent for a while and sighed: "The Zhu Zixi is too strong... The elders of the longevity teaching are too strong. We are not his opponents now."
Laobai nodded seriously. Then, he looked at Wu Tie up and down. After a long time, he only hesitated to ask Wu Tie: "Small iron deacon, I can ask, do you have a surname? For example, your last name..."
The witch sat on the side and said neatly: "Yu surnamed Wu. I am a witch, he is Wu Tie."
The old white body suddenly became stiff. He stared at Wu Tie in a straight line. He said: "Wu Tie? You are Wu Tie? Are you really Witch Iron?"
Wu Tie suddenly looked at the old white: "What is it?"
Laobai grabbed the arm of Wu Tie: "Outside the Cangyan area, in the valley, there is a great brother of our rat, he let the wind, looking for a man called Wu Tie Wu Taiping. Is that you?"