Junior Brother Please Don’T Cultivate

At night, Jiang Haoran was drinking alone under the tree, and Chen Ming came over in silence.

Jiang Haoran couldn't see who was coming at night, so he stood with his hands in his hands and assumed an unpredictable posture.

"Singing to wine, how long is life? Jinzun sake fights ten thousand zhu..." Before the pretending poem was finished, I heard a voice interrupted myself.

"Yeah, the second younger brother, it's quite leisurely and easy~ Do you still pretend to be deep with me?"

When Jiang Haoran heard Lin Wentian's voice, he instantly relaxed his vigilance, his hands were no longer back, and he stopped reading poems. Anyway, he would still use these words.

"What brought you here, big brother? You are an important person in the fight against demons this time!"

Lin Wentian gave him an angry look, and naturally picked up the roast chicken on the grill. This guy knew that this was not what he wanted to choose, and he was still talking cold words here.

At this moment, another important person who resisted demons appeared. Because he was too nervous to fall asleep, Zhuge Xing also walked out of the room.

"The two seniors didn't take me when they ate roast chicken?" After smelling the scent of roast chicken, Zhuge Xing's tense mood seemed to calm down. Is this the legendary food therapy?

"Zhuge Xing, you will be on the front line of anti-devil tomorrow, are you still in the mood to eat?" Jiang Haoran was picking things tonight.

The smell of the original roast chicken had made Zhuge Xing forget his nervousness, and Jiang Haoran immediately made him sleepless again when he said that.

"Eat some, Five Junior Brother, if you don't eat it, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it in this life!" Jiang Haoran generously handed the roast chicken in his hand to others for the first time.

Lin Wentian smiled secretly, everyone knows that Jiang Haoran's mouth is poisonous, but his heart is not bad. This scared Zhuge Xing really didn't know if this chicken leg should be eaten or not.

After the trio of senior brothers had a monthly gathering, they returned to their rooms one after another to welcome the arrival of the expedition tomorrow.

The next day, the sky was thousands of miles away, and the sky was clear like a piece of blue paper, and the whole sky seemed to be filtered out of all the variegated colors and glowed magnificently. A few thin white clouds floated slowly in the wind as if they had been tanned by the sun.

Today is a good day to go out. Everyone in Sect was dispatched to see off these "strong men".

Qingshan Daoist, of course, is at the forefront. While holding Chen Ming's hand, you said to Lin Wentian: "Take good care of your younger brother, if he has any mistakes, I will definitely ask you only." Of course Lin Wentian knows that Master is a big deal. Speak lightly. If there is something wrong with Junior Brother, I will definitely end up worse than this.

Afterwards, Daoist turned his head and gently said to the younger brother: "Xiao Ming, you must pay attention to safety in everything outside. Do your best in everything, and remember not to be aggressive. If there is any danger, the brothers will stand in front of you, understand. ?"

Chen Ming nodded sensibly, full of gratitude to the Master. Here, what he understands is naturally that the Master takes care of the person with the smallest Sect and low Realm. This happened to show that the brother has the strength.

But in the eyes of the other disciples, this is a large-scale double-standard scene, and the Master is simply a double-standard dog. In the world, the younger brother is the most precious.

After a slightly bleak and tragic explanation, Chen Ming and the three of them bid farewell to the Master and embarked on the journey of fighting against demons.

At this time, among some dense jungles, some demons had already begun to appear.

In an endless jungle, there are basically all towering trees. Every ancient tree has a history of tens of thousands of years, and the length is almost 100 meters. The black branches and leaves are like thick dark clouds, covering the sky and the sun. Therefore, as soon as I entered this dense forest, I basically couldn't see any sunlight, which was very strange and gloomy.

Of course, the more such a place is, the more it is liked by the demons. They are adapted to survive in a dark environment.

At this time, the three other Sect anti-magic personnel were walking in the jungle. They heard that people of the demon race had arrived on the mainland and were ready to come to support them. But I felt calm and calm along the way, thinking it was another shot.

"Are the people of the Demon Clan so powerful? I have been preparing everything for more than two months, and no one from the Demon Clan appeared. I think we should not scare ourselves." One of the white-clothed cultivator has a slight tone. Disdain.

"I see this, I really can't say for sure, you see, they said that someone will meet us at the entrance of the jungle, this is still no one, who knows what is going on, I think everyone should be more cautious." Another voice is yes. Slightly calm.

As soon as this person's voice fell, dozens of flying arrows suddenly flew towards the three with a mysterious force in the darkness.

The three of them quickly hid behind the trunks of the three big trees, only to see that in the blink of an eye, those arrows flew into the trunks, the trunks began to fester under the erosion of the power of darkness, and then floated out for a while. Black gas, the smell is very disgusting.

The three of them were sweating in the palms of their hands behind the ancient tree. They imagined that if they hadn't paid attention just now, the heart of the arrow would have hit them. Then, with the poisonous gas and corrosiveness of the arrow, they can basically make themselves scream directly. Fateful. Several people suddenly seemed to realize why no one came to pick them up at the jungle entrance just now.

I hope my own conjecture is wrong.

Now I only know that someone is sneaking on him, but I don't know if it is a member of the Demon Race.

"Who was it just now? How dare you sneak attack on labor and capital?" One of them started yelling in the direction of the arrow. I want to test the reality of the other party first.

"Not dead?" There was a voice from the other side of the jungle. Listening to this voice doesn't want us from the mainland of Kyushu. Whether it is speaking speed or intonation, it seems to have some dialect characteristics.

The three of them couldn't see the appearance of the opposite person, but judging by the voice and the breath that radiated, they could basically be sure that they had hit the Great Fortune-they met the demons when they went out.

The silhouettes of those who shoot arrows clashed in the grass, switching positions in order, in order to form an encirclement to surround the three of them.

I saw the purple magic buttons on their waists exuding dazzling light in the jungle, and basically they could determine their number and location. The demons must now have an advantage in numbers.

The expressions of the three people suddenly became a little solemn, and they dared not move.

"Heh, you are quite calm, don't you know that you are already surrounded?" A person suddenly walked out from among the layers of people and said in the direction of the few trees.

Through the gaps between the branches and leaves, it is the first time to see the appearance of the demons. Generally speaking, it is a personal one!

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