The nangongshan dust "I …"
He jumped from the edge of the building to the top of another building with a frown and peach in his arms.
A cloud of white hair broke through the void and stabbed them just now, smashing the eaves tiles to pieces.
Taotao looked back and saw a chubby little boy in vain.
He is six or seven years old, wearing a red Chinese-style chest covering with two chirps in his head.
He was holding a string of candied haws in his left hand, and his right hand was manipulating the life-threatening white hair that almost killed her and Nangong Dust just now. It was sticking out a bright red tongue to lick the candied haws, and it seemed that there was no threat. If it wasn’t for the root of the white hair, he would like to pinch a peach in his hand.
"Who is this child?"
The nangongshan dust put her always dull eyes turned serious.
He sank "very old"
Chapter 63 Chapter 63
Stay in the wild prison and live forever with heaven and earth
advanced in years
Taotao has a memory of this name.
She opened the Record of Wild Prison Students and found it after recording the last page of Mi Yanluo.
-one of the most powerful magic things in the hand of the aging magic.
This demon is transformed by people’s old and bitter temper, and they like young and fresh bodies best in their lives.
Whenever you meet people or evil spirits that suit your taste, you will be bound with white hair to absorb their vitality.
People who are sucked away by vitality will instantly get older by dozens of years, while octogenarians will become younger and younger under the nourishment of these vitality.
At present, this demon is six or seven years old, and I don’t know how many mortal lives it has absorbed to stay young forever.
The crisp sound of "Nangong Dust" comes from children’s mouths, and it is hard to make people think that this is a monster that has lived for a long time.
Looking back, Taotao found that all sides had been tightly wrapped with white hair, and thousands of strands of bleached hair blocked the ghost town scenery, and the clouds drifted away from the gas stroke. They were completely trapped in a cage with white hair interwoven.
"It’s been ten years since we last met." My childish face reveals a smile. "If you are old, you will still be reborn in the bones. Divine power gives you immortal strength, and it also gives me inexhaustible treasures. Over the years, I have missed you more."
"It’s a pity that you escaped from the magic city, and you have never been able to find you with the protection of the East Pole."
No wonder Nangong Dust knew this monster, and no wonder when he first met Nangong Dust, he was thirteen years old, but he acted old-fashioned.
Taotao understands the reason-I’m afraid he has already experienced several times of aging and rebirth in his old hands.
This monster looked at Taotao again, and it should be a naive smile on a child’s face. In its face, it seems that it is new and strange. "You are sexual, how can you be willing to come to the ghost domain alone? Is it because of this woman that she appeared in the demon city? "
It sticks out the miserable white tip of the tongue, licks its deep red lips and stares at Taotao’s eyes. "-This woman smells delicious."
At that moment, the white hair in my hand jerked straight.
Every hair is shining with cold light, and it comes directly to Nangong Dust and Taotao.
A handle wood blade appeared in the hands of Nangong Dust.
Bite the last red sugar-coated gourd in your hand and control the middle and white hair with ten tender fingers.
Those white hairs are as pervasive as life in his hands.
White hair covers the sky and seals the dharma.
The Nangong Dust Fingertip draws a crescent-shaped mark to block his peach.
But he just broke through the ghost king’s temple, and his strength was almost exhausted, and the difference was too great, and the barrier of taking the moon seal was broken in an instant.
He backed away from Taotao with a sword, wielding a sword to cut it off, and almost wrapped her white hair.
"Can you still run?"
Taotao’s ankle is bloody, but running is not over
But instead of answering, she asked, "What do you want?"
Nangong Dust "I tried my best to stop it. You fled into the ghost town. Even the" Yanluo people "searched in the ghost town and waited until everything subsided. Try to find a way to return to the East Pole, where no evil spirits can find you."
Taotao didn’t say anything
Nangong Dust "Do you hear?"
"What about you?" The girl looked at him and "was it taken back to the magic city like before?"
The nangongshan dust her eyes, even at this time, he can still be calm.
Eyes are like a dead still water. Even if you look closely, you may not find the subtle waves of the bottom of the water.
"Will you care about me, too?" he asked
The fingers of an octogenarian fluctuate flexibly, and its white hair weaves a lotus-shaped base.
One end of the hair hooks the corner of the building, and the other end supports the base in half on the lotus petals.
And it’s in Lotus.
Looking at the red Chinese-style chest covering and chubby cheeks alone, it is difficult to associate it with ferocious monsters, but it is like a Guanyin doll.
Tens of thousands of white hairs merged into tight encirclement and shot at their eaves.
"No one can run away" narrowed his long and narrow eyes.
Hair is tough, and if it is gently brushed, it will be cut open.
This sharp ghost peach arm was scratched with an instantaneous bleeding.
Nangong dust picked her up and shuttled through the dense debris wrapped in white hair on the eaves.
Feng Rui’s hair cut his elegant white robe into pieces, and his body and arms, including that handsome face, were rolled up and bloodied.
Taotao, who was held in his arms, was not hurt.
His blood dripped on her cheek along the side of her neck, hot and fresh, and others were two extremes.
Taotao pursed her lips and seemed to want to say something, but somehow she changed it to the other two words "bullshit"
She whispered, "Don’t try to make me leave you."
She opened her pamphlet and tried to find an old weakness.
Life records say that the hair of the aging demon is very tough, and the blade cuts constantly when the fire doesn’t wear it.