A dull slap was printed on the face of the red-cloaked witch clan. The red light in Shen Tangli's eyes disappeared, and he gritted his teeth and waved his hands away: "Don't go into other people's sea of consciousness if the voice is so unpleasant."
She felt like her sea of consciousness was polluted. Couldn't she just watch a show with her ancestors and be remembered by others?
He raised his head and glanced at his ancestors who were watching a play, and sighed in his heart. Going to the theater these days is risky, so you need to be careful when watching a play.
"You, you can actually break away from my spiritual consciousness, who are you?" The red cloak was shocked at first, and then angry. His skull-like eyes widened and he looked at Yin Xuan, and then looked at the postures of the two people: "Adulterer, adulterer. woman."
Shen Tangli: "?"
No, this witch clan must be sick, he just opened his mouth and came
Seeing how angry he was, Shen Tangli became more playful. She fell backwards and leaned into the other person's arms like a kitten. She said in an aggrieved voice: "Ancestor, this thing is abusive."
The red cloak's eyes became even redder, and he showed his teeth and claws in a very funny manner: "Shameless..."
Snapped--
Another slap.
The red cloak's face tilted to one side, Shen Tangli's eyes were smiling, and he was determined to maximize the power of a fox and a tiger. He raised his slapping hand in front of Yin Xuan, "His face is too hard, my hands hurt."
Being slapped one after another, the Red Witch has never suffered such humiliation: "You damn woman..."
Shen Tangli covered one ear as if she was frightened: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu The sound is too unpleasant, ancestor, you need to help me purify my ears."
"good!"
"What?" Shen Tangli looked confused now. Didn't the ancestor know that she was acting? Why did she accept the role like this? How could she act like this?
Yin Xuan pointed a finger at the center of the Red Witch's eyebrows, and his screams replaced his curses.
My ears are finally clean.
Are all the witch clans like this?
She still remembered that when those old men were still there, they told her that the Wu clan was an extraordinary clan, holy and inviolable.
When Teru Jin saw this, there was a lot of water in her words. As for this red-cloaked shaman clan, she didn't see any holiness at all.
I don’t know if it’s just these people or all those people.
"Ancestor, you've had enough fun, can you go back?" This man was beaten, so there should be no point in staying.
Yin Xian smiled: "Why are you so anxious? It's not over yet!"
"What else?"
Yin Xuan teleported in front of the witch clansmen. When the sword fell, with screams, the black cloaks instantly turned into black energy and dissipated invisible.
The red cloak opened his mouth, his eyes full of fear.
Yin Xie rose up with his sword and landed beside a mountain spring. He threw down his red cloak and looked at him at leisure.
Yin Xuan wielded the sword too fast, and Shen Tangli almost fell into the street when he landed. He finally stood firm. Looking at the red cloak, he felt a strange feeling in his heart.
It was as if the group of witches were not looking for the ancestors, but the ancestors took the initiative to look for the witches.
What's the purpose?
"Do you want to die or live?"
Red Cloak was frightened. He covered his neck and spoke with some slurred words: "Live, live..."
Yin Xuan seemed to have known his thoughts for a long time, and looked at him condescendingly: "To draw love threads, you witch clan should be experts in the secret method. Tell me and listen."
Not only Red Cloak, but Shen Tangli was also stunned.
After all this back and forth, why is it on the line of love again?
Red Cloak looked at Shen Tangli and then at Yin Xie, and opened his mouth, a little crazy and excited: "Destined love, has your destined love already appeared? Let me guess, let me guess, could it be in this little place? On the girl's body?"
Thinking of this possibility, Red Cloak's eyes brightened even more, and the fear in his eyes disappeared.
"Okay, okay..."
"Three thousand avenues will definitely leave a chance of survival. Immortal Lord Chonglou wants a secret method?" His excited look made Shen Tangli feel weird.
"Unless your love is destined to die without a burial place, and the sky is struck by lightning, and you say it..." Yin Xuan stretched out his hand and broke his case before he could finish his sentence.
Shen Tangli realized later that she was almost cursed, and angrily pointed at the red cloak's body and wanted to curse.
Destined love?
Death without a burial place?
The mouths of the Wu people have a certain function in speaking out the magic words. Once a weakling like her is really hit by the magic words, it will be like a thunderbolt.
"It's so poisonous, you..." Shen Tangli lost her voice, her whole body was weak, and she leaned back.
The lifeless head that had been twisted off met her eyes and said the last two words: "Fa Sui..."
The head disappears.
Shen Tangli's body fell backwards uncontrollably, her face turned pale, the feeling of having her life taken away was too uncomfortable, her temperature was being lost, and her consciousness was dissipating.
If you want to die, if you want to die, you won't really want to die this time!
She is a weakling, even a thunderstorm didn't kill her, but she was killed by such a thing.
The five senses gradually become dull.
No, she can't die yet, there are still many things that haven't been done.
He suppressed the discomfort in his body and held on to the hem of Yin Xuan's clothes tightly, shouting with all his strength: "Master, save..."