It’s Too Hard To Die

Looking at the Nangong Yunmo brothers who were trying to lift Duan Wuluo out of the coffin in front of him, Xiao Bai suddenly became angry.

These stinks are really senior brothers and brothers, and I am always thinking about the coffin, as if no one uses it and it will be wasted.

"Master, apart from this coffin, there seems to be no place to lie down." Nangong Yunmo said.

Without waiting for Xiao Bai's answer, the monk who was still suffering from the punishment of Xiao Bai's twisting his ears first proposed, "Master, or else... let the brother lie in the coffin?"

"Hey!"

Xiao Bai's strength to twist the monk's ears instantly increased a bit, and the cross veins stretched on his forehead in an instant.

"The coffin coffin! It's all coffins, do you like coffins? If so, I will send you in to experience the experience now." Xiao Bai twisted the monk's ears and smiled grimly.

"Hi! Wrong, wrong! I was wrong, Master!" The monk yelled in pain, struggling with teeth and claws.

If Duan Wuluo could see this scene, he would definitely:

[Hope someone has an accident]

[People are determined to have an accident]

[Hope people are gone]

[If nothing happens, Nima is outrageous]

[If you die, don’t die next to the coffin where I lay, otherwise it won’t be easy to come out later when I get out of the coffin]

"What are you guys doing in a daze, quickly lift Wuluo out of the coffin." Xiao Bai shouted at the senior brother Nangong Yunmo.

"Master... It seems that you don't need to lift it..." Nangong Yunmo pointed to the coffin in front of him, intermittently.

"Huh?" Xiao Bai was puzzled for a while, pulling the monk's ear, and the ear and the people to Nangong Yunmo's side.

"Yun Mo, what do you mean by this sentence?" Xiao Bai asked.

"Master... Junior brother seems to be awake..." Nangong Yunmo pointed to the inside of the coffin, said.

"Really? Then why is Wuluo nonchalant?" Xiao Bai asked curiously.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Bai walked quickly to the coffin, poked his head, and inspected the inside of the coffin.

When the crowd was eagerly waiting for Xiao Bai to explain the results of the investigation, Xiao Bai suddenly said quietly.

"Don't, the material of this coffin is really good."

When everyone heard the words, they couldn't help but extinct instantly, with black lines on their foreheads.

They finally understood why Nangong Yunmo and his brothers were so skinny, it turned out that it was because of such a master.

Everyone was waiting expectantly for news, but after so long, you suddenly made such a sentence.

Who knows, what makes them speechless is that.

The monk even replied in a serious manner, "That's right, Master, you don't look at whose collection of fine wood this is.

It's not that I am bragging to compare with you. As for the entire Dongli Continent, no one knows better about coffins than I do.

After all, I am a man with countless scenes of death. For each scene of death, I have designed a separate coffin.

Therefore, it is precisely because of so many experiments and long-term accumulation that I have grown into a coffin expert!

No one knows coffins better than me! "

When the monk said these words, he always stood up and raised his head proudly, like a lonely coffin maker.

Everyone:? ? ? Is this something to be proud of?

Unexpectedly, Xiao Bai praised, "That's not bad, you are quite gifted in this aspect of the coffin.

Work hard, and in the future, the one-stop service provided by our sect to the enemy will be left to you.

After all, in our sect, you are the most stubborn one, this kind of aftermath, it is most appropriate to leave it to you. "

"Master, we call this'stable', not'gou'." The monk corrected.

Is fear of death, fear of cause and effect called Gou? This is called maturity and stability, and does not give the enemy a chance.

"Well, I know for the teacher, this is called'stability'." Xiao Bai nodded in response.

Everyone: Although I don’t know what this ‘one-stop service for bones and ashes’ is...but...it sounds like it’s not a good job...

"As for this wood material..." Xiao Bai's voice sounded again.

After the appointment of powers, it is a question of funding.

"Master, regarding wood, you can rest assured that there are many good woods on the disciples, and there is no need for subsidies from the sect." The monk assured him, patting his chest.

"Well, it's my disciple. It really makes people worry about it. The wood used to make the coffin is always carried with you." Xiao Bai nodded very satisfied, and praised without hesitation.

Everyone: This. . . Is this worthy of praise?

What do martial artists who have stepped into the way of cultivation with the wood used to make the coffin with them?

Is it possible to prepare to make a temporary home for yourself when you feel that you are dying and encounter a danger that you cannot escape?

Monk: You are so smart! This can be guessed right! It's a confidant!

At this time, the monk's voice suddenly sounded again.

"But Master, you don't have to worry about it."

Xiao Bai looked dumbfounded:? ? ? What am I worried about?

"Master, rest assured, you don't have to worry about the coffin after you die.

If you don't live in a coffin after you die, this kind of thing is impossible.

Because your wood is carefully selected by your disciples, it is the best of the best.

When you die, the disciple will personally create a unique, high-profile, luxurious, and top-quality coffin for you! "The monk held his head high and said impassionedly.

Where should I find a filial apprentice like him?

In front of the monk, Senior Brother Nangong Yunmo had been winking frantically at the monk, suggesting that he glanced at Xiao Bai behind him.

For Brother Nangong Yunmo Ji Rao hinted, the monk naturally saw it.

However, he obviously misunderstood the meaning of the hints in the eyes of Senior Brother Nangong Yunmo.

"You don't need to worry about a few seniors. I have already prepared your coffins for you.

Although the grade of wood used in your coffin is lower than that of the master, it is of the highest quality.

Therefore, the coffin has already been prepared, so when will you die? "The monk promised, patting his chest.

Alas, it’s hard to have a younger apprentice like him in the world.

However, the monk at this time did not realize the seriousness of the problem.

…………

Some time later, just when the monk who was wondering why his master and brother were speechless was just about to ask.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his hip.

Then, he flew directly upside down.

Just when the monk hadn't figured out what was going on, a big hand suddenly pulled him back from the flight track.

When I opened my eyes, it turned out that the big brother ‘caught’ him.

"Thank you, big brother, for your help..."

Before this sentence was over, three smiling but non-smiling faces suddenly came into his vision as Zheng

This smile ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is really gloomy.

"Hi... Three brothers?"

The monk proactively greeted with some lack of confidence.

"Hey, junior brother, come, our senior brothers haven't been sitting together chatting for a long time, let's have a good chat today." Nangong Yunmo took the lead and said with a grin.

The other two have exactly the same expressions.

"Can I refuse?" the monk asked weakly.

"What about you?" Nangong Yunmo, Zhang Shige and Senior Brother Wang Hao laughed in unison.

Then, the monk was forcibly dragged away by the three brothers of Nangong Yunmo.

At the same time, an extremely faint voice came from the coffin, "I hope something will happen."

It's too hard to die