Brother Dao Committed Evil Again

When Ren Xunzi instructed to find Ren Xun, it was barking at a figure lying in the snow, and occasionally pulled and bit the other's trouser legs.

If it wasn't a tender cub, the other party would have been bitten to the bone.

"Huh? This one hasn't been stripped?"

Ren Yi hurriedly stepped forward to lift Ren Xie away, and found that the man on the ground rolled his eyes, his lips were red and chapped, but he still didn't give up.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

He kindly stepped forward, trying to straighten the man. However, a crisp "click" sound was heard, but this person was awakened by pain.

"Ow~~ my waist! It's ruined! You...you go to the Daoist! Otherwise, the Daoist...wasted...wasted you!"

The man was very angry and shouted at any one. Anyone who gets hurt will not be in a good mood.

However, with his weak face, such a threat is less convincing.

"Sorry, I was in a hurry just now. I blamed me for using too much force. Are you alright?" Ren Ren explained kindly.

"Huh...the waist is about to break, do you think it's okay? Vomit~~~"

As he spoke, the man spit out black blood, and his face turned gray again, a little like a gossamer.

Seeing that he couldn't close his eyes, Yi Yi patted his face, "Hey, Daoist, eldest brother, wake up, don't sleep, if you die, the hole I dug will just bury you."

"Go away... The Daoist can't die... No one can let the Daoist die, wait for the Daoist to sleep, and then... clean up you!"

This man tilted his head, but he was in a state of death.

When anyone touched his arteries, there was no beating, but he died.

"It's really pitiful. I don't have a name or address. Otherwise, I can find your family in the future and move your bones back."

After all, Ren Yi is a man who is more than eight feet tall. With a little force, he resisted this person and walked back in the direction of the previous hole.

Lan Ling held Ren Xie's neck skin in one hand and followed slowly, without saying a word from beginning to end, like a passerby watching the fun.

Ren fierce is a clever little brat. Instead of struggling as hard as before, he shrank his limbs and tried to form a fleshy ball. It's only been a few hours of getting along, it has been accustomed to being abused by Lan Ling, and dare not resist any more.

Anyway, it's useless to resist, you can't beat it, you can't run and you can't escape, it falls into the hands of this little witch, it's just a matter of fate.

After all, after putting this person in the pit carefully, because after all, it was not tailor-made, and part of the leg was still exposed outside the pit, he was not bothered to plan to make the pit bigger.

"Look at me!" Lan Ling raised his hand and slashed at the man's leg with a knife.

Ren Yi was frightened, and quickly stopped him: "What are you doing? Stop!"

"Cut! Look what scares you, what can I do to him? Isn't that fine?"

Ren Yi looked at the man's legs and found that he was not hurt, so he couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief.

Lan Ling said amusingly: "I'm just showing you an example, lest you do more useless work! Breaking his legs for him, it's easy to save trouble, how wonderful!"

"The dead are the greatest. How can you do such a cruel thing? You should be compassionate. You don't want others to treat you like this after you die, right?"

Either way, Lan Ling choked.

If she hadn't died once, and she was still the eldest lady who relied on the master's power and acted in her own way, she would have scolded any of them.

However, thinking of the corpse that he placed in the bag, he couldn't say it anyway.

Even if you die, everyone in the world wants to be treated with kindness!

After a long silence, Lan Ling pointed to the man's pocket and reminded: "This man must have a lot of good things on his body. Are you going to let them be buried like this? It's a waste of time."

"I know that he is a monk, and he has things that monks use, but those are his, not mine, and I won't take it without asking."

Any unmoved continue to brandish the dagger.

"Cut! You said it so loftily, the dagger in your hand was not pulled from the dead!" Lan Ling sarcastically said with disdain.

"This... is different." Ren held up the rusted dagger. "It wasn't on the man at the time, so it's not necessarily his relic. I just picked it up on the road, so it can be used naturally."

"Ha! Anyway, you are a big idiot, and you have a funny head. In this cultivation world, the weak and the strong eat, killing people and stealing treasures happen from time to time, but it's normal, even if you are a saint here, you don't urinate. Take care of yourself, are you worthy?"

These words are so heart-wrenching, any one feels extremely annoyed, and angrily said: "I'm not worthy of being a saint, I just do what I think should be done, that's all."

"If you look at the eyes, you can stay away from me, just don't look at it!"

"Humph! When you think I want to see it, my aunt doesn't bother to care about you, so I dodge!"

The words were not speculative for more than half a sentence, and either one felt that his eyes were blurred, and the transparent figure of Lan Ling had disappeared in front of his eyes. As she disappeared, the dog was still fierce, and he was dragged away by Lan Ling before he could even bark.

"What, it's like this every time, suddenly running out, suddenly disappearing again, what do you think of me?"

He was working sullenly, but he heard a male voice behind him making a loud noise, "Young man, what are you talking about by yourself? It's not... your head cramps, right?"

Ren Yi jumped out of the pit in fright, "You, you... swindling the corpse!"

It was none other than the monk lying in the pit, who he thought was dead.

"Hahaha...Little brother, Daoye sees that your bones are very strange, and wants you to be my scapegoat, oooo~~~"

As he spoke, the cultivator had a ferocious face, and stretched out his claws at Yi Yi with his teeth and claws.

"Hey! You'd better die!" The dagger in either hand flew away, "puchi", and plunged into the monk.

"Hey! Good work!" The cultivator pinched his fingers, and the dagger spun rapidly at his fingertips, dazzled by the play.

When you see it, turn around and run away.

"Stop for me!" The dagger in the monk's hand shot out, stabbing lightning fast on the stump in front of him, blocking his way.

Seeing the trembling of the three-pointed dagger, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

"What are you running? Daoist is joking with you! Look at you so cowardly."

"Seeing that your heart is not bad, for the sake of collecting the corpse for me, let me give you a good class."

"I used a spell called turtle sucking just now. To put it simply, when I feel that my body has suffered severe losses and I am on the verge of death, using this spell can restore the depleted spiritual power in a short period of time. Spiritual power is the best medicine in this world, it can quickly regulate and repair the discomfort of the body, do you understand?"

Seeing that the other party was not as terrifying as before, either put down his guard and said casually: "Oh! I probably understand, it's much better just to sleep. I used to do the same when I was sick, find a place to sleep. At night, lie down for a day or two, and get up again and be a good man."

"Ha! You have to understand it like this. How about it? If you want to learn it, I appreciate your kindness, Master Dao, and teach you a few ways to defend yourself."

"Then I can thank you very much, and I will worship you as my teacher!"

Anyone who dreams of wanting to practice, there is no reason not to agree.

He was about to kneel down, but was stopped by the cultivator quickly, "Don't, Daoist I am still a half-ass, but I am not qualified to be your master."