Shen Xiaojia smiled bitterly, and wanted to hum a few words. I didn't lie. Why should I lie? But when I saw Mo Chunyu's eyes with strange black light, I swallowed them again, and suddenly said with concern, "Sister Chunyu,

If you don’t chase those hunting bastards, they will really get rid of them! Especially the little braid, the speed is no slower than that of your Fengshen clan.”

"They can't run out of this forest, don't worry..." Mo Chunyu glanced at a black blood vessel on Shen Xiaojia's neck and laughed, "It turns out that it is not that all poisons are not invaded, but that the poison is temporarily suppressed

Oh, this secret technique is pretty good, what's the name?"

Shen Xiaojia spat a mouthful of black blood on the ground, blinked his eyes and said, "This is a breathing technique I created based on the secret detoxification technique of that flower girl's family tradition, combined with my unique skills, Turtle Breath Art. I don't have much trouble.

Practice can prolong life... Do you want to learn? I can teach you!"

Mo Chunyu raised the fine needle in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, narrowing into a crescent moon, looking at the holes of the fine needles. In the background of the fierce wind and rain, the hem of the skirt fluttered, like those pinching.

The fairy of the flying sword.

"You really have a lot of nonsense. People ask you questions..." Mo Chunyu seemed a little impatient with Shen Xiaojia's broken mouth, and his voice exuded an extremely cold breath, "I know why I use an embroidery needle to refine poison needles.

Is it?"

Shen Xiaojia turned his head and looked at Mo Chunyu carefully, thinking to himself that it was because you often need to sew clothes on your body, but the answer was three very polite words, "I don't know."

"Don't know?" Mo Chunyu looked a little surprised and said in surprise, "Do you really don't know, or don't want to know?"

Shen Xiaojia was suddenly confused when Mo Chunyu asked this. While trying hard to mobilize the Turtle Breath Art, he excreted poisonous blood through the small needle on his fingertips of his fingertips, and asked humbly, "I should know?"

Mo Chunyu pouted and said, "Everyone in the clan said that you are the ancestor who was born to know. Shouldn't you know everything?"

"The First Saint?" Shen Xiaojia heard such fresh words for the first time and suddenly remembered that Lao Qu had warned himself that he knew it would bring disaster. He didn't understand the meaning of this sentence before, thinking that Lao Qu just didn't want to

Just let him continue to speak wildly. Now it seems that there are still some deeper secrets hidden in it. Su Ji asked, "It sounds like it's amazing. Can you give me some simple science?"

Mo Chunyu frowned slightly and said, "Do you don't even know what the ancestor is? It seems that you know less than I thought. How did the Nine Life Cat God teach you, you know how to eat, drink, play and have fun every day.

Are you scattering your life?"

"In fact, before July 7 this year, Lao Qu was just a runner-up, so naturally it was impossible to tell me too much of these things..." Shen Xiaojia smiled shyly, "If you are not in a hurry, please go into details.

Let me talk about it, at least let me understand what kind of person I am before I die."

Mo Chunyu looked at Shen Xiaojia meaningfully, as if he could see that Shen Xiaojia was just delaying time, but he twisted the black fine needle indifferently, and said slowly, "Although I don't have much time, this rain will remain in a while.

I can't stop, so I can probably answer some questions for you... The saint is a very ancient name. It was probably the first time I had written words in this world, because the teacher Cang who created the text in this world

, is a former saint."

Shen Xiaojia's face suddenly became strange, and he pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "Teacher Cang? You should be talking about Cangjie, who created the characters. I thought it would be better for you to call him Mr. Cang, so as not to have some unnecessary misunderstandings."

Mo Chunyu looked at Shen Xiaojia with a puzzled look on his face. He didn't understand what misunderstanding the title of Teacher Cang could cause. He curled his lips and continued, "There are only one of the previous saints every five hundred years. They may be in cultural and academic studies.

Extraordinary attainments, and since birth, he has magical wisdom and pioneered a certain field... Or he has a strong martial arts background, leaving behind one martial arts myth after another. Or some people know all kinds of strange skills

, create all kinds of strange new things and stir up the world's storm."

Shen Xiaojia's expression became even more strange, and he muttered in his heart that this was just a bunch of time travelers' performances. Suddenly he thought of something and asked excitedly, "Is the previous saint my mother's master?"

”

"Concubine Shu is indeed a strange woman, but neither she nor her master are the first saints. We have just said that the first saints will appear every five hundred years, and this condition has never changed...

"The black light in Mo Chunyu's eyes suddenly grew, and the tip of his nose raised slightly, "And the ancestor of my Fengshen clan was the ancestor of my Fengshen clan, my father, Mo Feizhang, the Emperor of the Ximo River."

Shen Xiaojia frowned and said, "I also heard the story of Senior Mo when I was a child. Are you sure he is your father? Chunyu girl, you can eat this rice randomly, but daddy should not recognize it randomly, otherwise your mother might be very angry.

”

Mo Chunyu suddenly burst into laughter and looked at Shen Xiaojia squintly and said, "I thought Mo Chunfeng told you all the secrets of my clan. It seems that the boy has really had a relationship with you, and no dangerous secret is associated with you.

It doesn't matter. I will take over the task that he can't complete. After all, his sister is still in her body. I have to do something for my brother!"

After saying these words, Mo Chunyu stopped talking and threw the black embroidery needles as thin as cow's hair into the sky. Then he quickly calmed down the smile on the corner of his mouth, stared at Shen Xiaojia with cold eyes, and fell into

In a strange silence.

The wind and rain in the forest suddenly became a little anxious again. A small snake crawled out of nowhere was winding in the grass, as if it had smelled some dangerous smell. The pupils suddenly shrank, and they wanted to drill into the tree ahead at a high speed.

In the hole, it gradually became riddled with holes in the grass leaves, and eventually turned into a pile of red meat paste.

Shen Xiaojia looked up at the dense needles hanging in the air in the sky, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "So many needles will definitely sew all the open parts of my body tightly, if it's been

I can't fart, I guess I'll be able to suffocate me to death in two days..." I suddenly turned my head and looked at a green tree on the right, licked my lips and said, "Have you seen enough of the two old seniors? This girl from Chunyu is obviously

I am not on the same level as me, I will give it to you!"

There was no response after the green tree, only the leaves rubbed against each other.

But Mo Chunyu's brows were tightly frowned, and she looked at the green tree with her side face, and the evil spirit on her body became stronger and stronger.

"Mistress Chunyu, you have been surrounded by the two old seniors. Hurry up and give up all unnecessary resistance and surrender!" Shen Xiaojia quietly retreated, and said with a stern face, "You should know that people with noble identities like me are all around you.

I'm sure I'm not very good-tempered, and I'm a ruthless person who is following me today, but I'm kind-hearted. As long as you admit your mistake now, I can help you ask for help.

Pray for mercy and let you leave safely...are you, two seniors?"

Just as Mo Chunyu looked at the green tree vigilantly and was a little hesitant, a big toad's head poked out from behind the green tree, rolled his big eyes twice, opened his mouth, as if responding.

Shen Xiaojia's words were just like that, and he let out two slightly funny chirpings, "Cow!"

Mo Chunyu turned around, stared at Shen Xiaojia with a sneer, "Is this the senior master you said to kill without blinking?"

Shen Xiaojia smiled awkwardly, touched the flying knife on his waist quietly with his right hand, and three words popped out of his mouth with difficulty, "Not all!"

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