Chapter 179: The life of a little fox

"Xiao Wei, you will never get the lady's dowry. Those dowry have been sleeping in the Ling Palace, now the coffin has been destroyed, you can never go back, Xiao Yu, you never dreamed of it? Hahaha...

The slave's peach blossoms stared at Xiao Yu and laughed loudly.
"What do you say? The dowry left by my sister is in the Ling Palace?"
Xiao Yu is wrong, yin and yang screaming.
Suddenly, Xiao Yu shook his head with a smirk: "Impossible, if the treasure left by my sister is in the Ling Palace, how can you ruin the coffin? Slave, you want to lie to me, I will not be yours."
"Believe it or not, anyway, you will never get what your wife left."
"The goods, I have your life."
The sword in the hands of Xiao Yu was so glorious that he waved hard, like countless Buddha curses flying toward slaves.
The slave nectar exposed the invisible light, and the sharp and sharp nails greeted him. Not yet near Xiao Yu’s body, he was shot by the golden light of the Buddha’s curse. He fell to the ground and spewed a few big mouthfuls of blood.
"Slavery."
Xiao Yu was shocked and ran to the side of the slave. She watched the slave's lips be stained with blood. Her heart was tight and the inexplicable flustered.
"Miss, be careful."
The slave scorpion slammed fiercely, screaming loudly, slamming Xiao Yu, and a sword stabbed into the slave's chest.
It all happened so suddenly that no one could stop it.
"Don't worry about me, go."
Slave's pointed hand, a sword that stabbed into the chest, and a peach blossom looked at Xiao Yu. At this moment, he has not cared about his life and death, only hope that Xiao Yu can be safe.
"The goods are smashed, and when they die, they still protect this little hybrid. I am very compassionate today, and send your master and servant to the West."
Xiao Yu pulled out the sword hard, and the slave's palm was cut through, the blood was flowing, and the bone was visible.
When Xiao Yu’s gloomy cockroaches stared at Xiao Yu, his neck was suddenly entangled in the fluffy tail of the ear, tightening like a vine.
Xiao Yu’s neck was very uncomfortable. He lifted the sword in his hand and chopped it off the fluffy tail of the ear.
at this time.
Xiao Yu suddenly went to Xiao Yu’s palm. The fierce internal force was shot in the chest of Xiao Yu’s chest. When Xiao Yu flew out, the whole eyes were wide, as if I couldn’t believe it. This little girl who looked like a 10-year-old girl. Is there such a deep internal force?
Xiao Yu’s back was not on the wall, nor on the ground, but was pierced by a cold sword, and the red blood, along the tip of the sword, dripped from the ground in front of him.
The person standing behind Xiao Yu is Feng Lingran.
Jun face is as cold as Satan, and it is full of murderous murder.
Xiao Yu’s mouth kept flowing out of blood, and he did not seem to believe it. He was still the winner’s gesture the moment before. The next moment, but lost the defeat. I have to go in with my life.
The ear of the ear loosened Xiao’s neck and ran from the shoulder of Nangong’s shoulder to Xiao’s shoulder. The black eyes stared at Xiao Yu with vigilance, as if defending Xiao Yu would be unfavorable to Xiao Yu. .
For a moment.
Xiao Yu’s body was soft and soft. His face was pale because of blood loss. His eyes fell on Xiao Yu’s body. Suddenly he waved at her:
You come over, I have something to say to you.

"Miss, don't go."
The slave is full of blood, and nervously grabs Xiao Xiao’s little hand.
"People will die and their words are good, I just want to tell you about your life."
Xiao Yu said it! The chest rolled and spewed out a blood.
The red peach buds of the slaves flashed a glimmer of light, and took a sip of saliva in the direction of Xiao Yu: "If you are so kind, you will not call the lady, you speak, the lady is not inaudible."
"I can't understand you, I just don't want to hear you this."
"Xiao Wei, your dog is dying, and your mouth is clean."
"I am a dog. Your lady and the lady are both dogs. You are waiting for the goods. You are waiting for Laozi. I will wait for Laozi to tell my sister."
The slave was white and white, and was shivered by Xiao Yuqi.
"Little guy, according to the seniority, you should call Laozi a scream, but still come?"
Xiao Yu’s line of sight moved to Xiao’s face. The child’s age is so high that he will be so beautiful. After he grows up, he must be a beautiful embryo.
The blood on the hands of the slaves dyed Xiao Xiao’s little hand. This time, he did not continue to stop Xiao Yu, but released Xiao Xiao’s little hand.
"You can't afford to see yourself too much. I don't have much interest in what you have to say."
Her life, she knows better than anyone else, her parents are modern people, she is just the soul through the body of this little fox. She was not interested in the life of this little fox. Q8zc
Xiao Yu’s heart was slightly shocked. When she thought of Xiao Yu’s words, the little fox she was wearing was the real slave of the slave. Xiao Yu always knew that it was only used to cherish the children, but Xiao Yu did not expect that the slaves believed her so much from beginning to end, not being fooled by Xiao Yu.
Xiao Yu’s eyes fell on the chest of the slave, and the red robe was stained with blood, which was more vivid and glaring. Xiao Yu wants to find herbs for slaves, but the grass in this palace is not born, where is the healing herbs?
"Slaves, you hold on, I will take you out to find medicine now, you will not have anything."
Xiao Yu put the slave's arm on his weak shoulder and tried hard to help the slave.
But the 10-year-old villain, even if she has internal strength, this height is also a bad injury, how can it help the slaves?
Nan Gongyi gave a look to the dark night.
In the dark night, I went straight to Xiao Yu’s face, took out a porcelain bottle from my arms, and poured out a transparent and fragrant ointment. When I gave the slave a wound, I was stopped by the slaves.
"Don't touch me." The voice of the slaves is very cold.
In the dark, she thought that the slave was a woman, and the injured was the chest. She could understand the anger and anger. He handed the porcelain bottle to Xiao Yu.
"This is the medicine given to you by His Royal Highness to heal the wounds on her body."
When Xiao Xiao was slightly moved, when he reached for it, the slave suddenly smashed the porcelain bottle in the hands of the night.
"Is this little injury to let my lady owe you His Highness? It is impossible."
The slaves sneered at the corners of their mouths and said disdainfully.
"Good heart as a liver and lungs." The night will not heat the face to paste the cold of the slave, since it is not rare, blood loss and death, it will be deserved.
"Nu, don't do this, the wound on you..."
"Miss, slaves are fine."
The slave boy interrupted Xiao Yu, he was bleeding and died, and he would not take the medicine of Nangong.
When the slave’s voice just fell, the back collar was lifted up, and his feet were off the ground. He had a pair of peach blossoms screaming and screaming at his culprit... Feng Lingran.
"you wanna die?"
Feng Ling’s icy black scorpion turned to the angry face of the slave, and the palm suddenly took two shots on the back of the slave. The slave gave a sip of blood and opened his mouth, but only the mouth type moved, the throat There is no sound in the middle.
The slave was sealed by Feng Lingran.
"Xiao Wei, you don't want to know who your biological parents are?" Xiao Yu saw Xiao Yu want to go, exhausted his strength and snarled Xiao Xiao's back.
After he finished, he squirted two big mouths of blood.
Xiao Yu’s foot, the twilight fretting, but did not turn.
"Little kid, he is already dying. Would you rather listen to him and not lose?"
In the brain of Xiao Yu, the voice of the purple clothes came.
Xiao Yu was hesitant and said: "Master, I am just a ghost of modernity, and I don't want to take care of this little fox."
The purple clothes glimpsed a little, and after a while they said, "What? You are also a ghost? No wonder you can see it as a teacher. But what is the modern place you said?"
"Modern is the world of the future, but not the future world here, but the future world of another planet in the universe, where it is much more developed than here."
"It's amazing. It turns out that my little child is from the future world. Come and talk to the teacher, what is the future world? And what is the universe and the planet?

"Hey... Master, this can't be said in a word, let's talk about it later!"
"Well, after waiting to go out, the little ones must be good with the teacher." The curiosity of the purple clothes was hooked up by Xiao Yu, and he paused and said: "Little children, since you are from the future world Wearing the body of this little fox, there must be cause and effect, it will be such a chance, so that the little fox thing is your thing, even if you do not want to control, I am afraid that will not escape in the future."
Xiao Yu frowned, and Ziyi said that it is not unreasonable. She also felt that there was already an arrangement in the midst of it. She has tried to avoid it, but it seems that... after all, she can't escape.
"Little, listen to the teacher, listen to what he said?"
Xiao Yu frowned, thought for a moment, said: "Feng Lingran, wait a minute."
Feng Feng, who was walking in front of him, turned to look at Xiao Yu, who was still standing in the same place. She saw her turn and walked toward Xiao Yu. Feng Ling almost left the slave in her hand.
In the ear of the ear, there was a lingering flower, and behind Xiao Yu, he walked over.
Xiao Yu went to Xiao Yu, this is Xiao Yu’s first serious look at Xiao Yu, and Xiao Yu’s first serious look at Xiao Yu.
This man, the voice is less yin and yang, and his eyes are not evil, it is also a beautiful man.
"Xiao Yu, hate it?" This little girl, who looks a little like his sister, is a bit like her aunt.
Xiao Yu nodded and shook his head.
Seeing the movement of Xiao Yu, Xiao Xiao smiled, and the blood in his mouth laughed out: "Do you hate it, or do you hate it?"
It’s true that people will die and their words are good.
Xiao Yu saw a kind of love from Xiao Yu’s eyes. It was the love of the elders to the younger generation.
"You almost killed the slave, I hate you. But you didn't really hurt me, so I don't hate you."
Xiao Yan’s mouth was hung with bright red blood, black eyes bent, and a weak smile:
You answer this, it’s really interesting.

"Do you have anything to say to me?"
Xiao Yu converges on a smile and looks at Xiao Yu.
"Children, I want to wait until you grow up and tell you, but I am afraid I can't live that day."