The Villain Has Blackened Again

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Meng Ziyi stayed for a moment, suddenly slashed through the fingertips on the scabbard pattern. When he felt the softness of the past, his hand jerked, and he almost did not throw the knives in his hand.

Fortunately, he controlled it, and the scorpion knives did not fly out, but slipped from his hands to the ground.

Because it just fell on a stone, there was a crisp sound in the collision.

Meng Ziyi heard a groan in the vague.

It is very small like a mosquito, but his ears are good and he can hear it clearly.

He reached out and tried to lick the knives, but he stopped when he was about to meet.

Then, he put out a finger and poked it on the scabbard. He just touched his finger and flew back with an electric shock.

Meng Ziyi paused, and his expression was a bit stunned.

A little, he changed to hold the handle of the knives.

He had a sigh of relief without any discomfort.

He held the scorpion knife in one hand and the "corpse" of the painting in one hand, so he stood so stupid for a while.

Thinking of something, he suddenly called a big beard and said to him: "Help me with the picture."

His hand holding the hilt vacated a finger and pointed to the grass somewhere.

The bearded man followed his finger and found the picture that fell in the grass, and he was taken aback.

He is more and more sure that the eyes of the master who catches the demon are not full of sorrow. Like those who are sincere, the eyes are either the eyelids sticking together, the one is the scorpion, or the eyes are white, and like him, except for the eyes. There is no light in it, and the eyes are no different from normal people.

He had seen one before, and that person could feel a little light during the day, but it was not very real, but nothing could be seen at night.

Therefore, this is definitely the case for this catching monster. Otherwise, the paper people clearly moved their position, how could he accurately locate the paper man? And the picture, just falling in the grass, they have not found, how can this master of catching the demon see?

When the bearded man handed the scroll, Meng Ziyi took the paper man in his hand into the painting.

A few bearded men looked stunned.

Hey! Just like this, the paper man actually entered the picture! In the painting, except for a few fluttering gauze, there is nothing. At this time, there is a woman lying inside, which is a casually lying position that can make people read the style. At this time, she closes her eyes. I can't see the eyes that are clear and clear, and the kind of atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger.

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Meng Ziyi did not have a dummy. He rolled the picture himself and put it into the picture tube. He hung it on the sword behind him.

He returned the fight to the bearded man, sorted out his own bag, and turned away.

The bearded man glared at his back: "Master, I will not stop hunting those animals any more, thank you for the help of the master!"

The bearded man didn't expect him to respond to himself, but he didn't want the person to suddenly say: "Look at the people at your feet. They never hunted these beasts, but they were dug by them. The demon is a demon, not because of you. If you don’t hate, you won’t kill you..."

Several people watched the inscrutable blindness of the demon stalker walking away, holding the scorpion knives in their hands, and soon disappeared into the eyes of everyone.

Although the story of the capture of the demon is very reasonable, but a few people have passed this, there is already a shadow in my heart.

"After finishing this last business, everyone will stop..." Bearded.

Several others nodded.

Meng Ziyi has embarked on a person's journey. He has long been accustomed to the life of a person.

just……

He finished a big pie with a few mouthfuls and was resting on a big tree. In the past, he would put the scorpion knives across his lap, almost inseparable from him, but at this time, he "sees" the sly knives in his hand, and his expression is a bit strange.

"Sorry for the master, it will bring you trouble." The soft voice came from the scabbard, and it was still a little weak, with a few apologies. "At the time of the millennium, I didn't think too much, so I attached the gods. On the scabbard."

Meng Ziyi’s thin lips were slightly embarrassed and asked: “How did you do it?”

"Master is the **** of the gods? This is a secret. The secret of my escape, how can I tell others, the master can not." The woman laughed softly, listening to the soft, like a warm water I poured over the tip of my heart.

Meng Ziyi is silent.

Nanxun knows that he likes to be quiet, and does not open again, and she is now pretending to be a god, and she is weak.

However, this quiet atmosphere was personally broken by Meng Ziyi. He volunteered to ask Nanxun: "When can I recover?"

Nanxun is very understanding: "I know that I have added a lot of trouble to the master, but it has cost me a lot of strength to attach to the scabbard. It is too weak. If I withdraw from it at this time, it is very likely that my soul will fly away. I am more than a master. I want to go back to the painting. This scabbard..."

Meng Ziyi's brow slightly moved, and it was rare to ask: "What happened to me?"

Nan Xiao whispered: "Although the master loves it, but you are walking around it every day, there is a lot of dirt underneath, I... some are not used to it."

Meng Ziyi’s thin lips tightened and smacked out, “I’m not asking for it.”

Nanxun whispered and silently swallowed the bitter fruit.

"Master, I can recover a lot for more than half a month. I will return to the painting at that time, and I would like to thank the master for sending my real body back to the painting."

Meng Ziyi did not speak, and there was no expression on his face.

After the rest, he went on the road again, but this time, he did not lick the knives again, but took a solid wooden stick from the ground as a crutches, and the mud on the scabbard was washed by him. net.

Nanxun is full of laughter. Knife mouth tofu heart, hehe.

Xiaoba suddenly snorted. "The value of the bad thoughts of the big boss actually dropped."

Nanxun quickly asked: "How much has it dropped?"

Xiao Ba: "Lower 0.1."

Nanxun: ...

Suddenly I feel that this time the road to eliminating evil values ​​is long. But the advanced world, slower is justifiable.

After another hour, Meng Ziyi passed a small village behind.

The people in this village rely on mountains to eat mountains, but recently the people in this village did not dare to go up the mountain.

It is said that the mountain is haunted.

The villagers would rather dig wild vegetables nearby and dare not go up the mountain again.

"Master, is there really a ghost on the mountain?" Nan Hao suddenly asked.

Meng Ziyi said faintly: "Can you smell the demon? Do you think there are ghosts?"

Nan snorted, "The demon can smell some, I can't smell the ghost. The master is so powerful, I can definitely smell it!" The soft and soft voice unconsciously brought a blind taste of trust, Mencius Yi eyelashes slightly trembled.