White for thousands of years and black for thousands of years!
Mo Yan's pupils shrank, and the cinnabar in his hand fell.
She guessed that the other party was quite knowledgeable, but she didn't expect that it was actually two old monsters.
Although Qiao Nanhai could not see anything, it did not prevent him from being keenly aware of Mo Yan's emotional changes.
He tightened his grip on the small wooden sword in his hand.
The sudden change!
That tuft of white hair suddenly glowed with light, and the black on its body turned into gray at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Only the white hair on his head remained.
Mo Yan thought it was her illusion, but she actually saw embarrassment flash in the eyes of the white fox fairy?
Is this... trying to scare her?
I think too highly of her, and she is only half-full of jealousy at best - a bottle of jealousy is not enough.
It seems that everyone has each other.
Mo Yan didn't expose the opponent's tricks.
But they are still prepared. Gray is the transitional stage from white to black. Although Taoism is not better than black, it is only higher than white.
In the blink of an eye, the two animals became humans.
Oh, transformed into a human form.
The white one is an old man, looking like he is about to die, his face is wrinkled, he is trembling and leaning on a walking stick.
The gray one is actually a little girl, she looks five or six years old, Bai Xue is cute.
Illusion?
Lower her guard?
But Mo Yan will not neglect the other party just because he looks young, let alone despise him because of it.
The old cucumber is painted green, maybe this is what people like it.
Thousands of years old monster!
At this moment, the little girl was pointing at the old man and scolding him, her green onion-like fingertips almost poking the old man's nose:
"I just said don't be pretentious, don't be pretentious, let's just do things honestly, you just have to insist on showing off."
"How are you? Are you hurt?"
"Deserve it!"
There was a hint of schadenfreude in his voice.
The old man frowned and looked annoyed, but he nodded like a peck of rice: "That's what the ancestors taught you!"
His waist was about to bend to his thighs, making people afraid that he would fall headfirst into the ground.
Qiao Nanhai opened his eyes wide and saw black burn marks on the old man's exposed skin.
Before he could figure it out, the little girl turned her head to glance at him and nodded:
"Yes, it's a tough one, and you're not unjust for being hurt!"
Qiao Nanhai understood that this was the cold air that had just wrapped around him.
It turned out to be an old man.
He didn't know what to feel at this moment.
The small wooden sword in his hand gradually became hot, and Qiao Nanhai actually felt the excitement of its eagerness to try.
He couldn't help but move his fingers slightly, gently stroking the small wooden sword to comfort him.
Xiaomu Jian actually responded to him!
The world is fantasy!
Everything at this moment broke all his previous perceptions!
This is simply more exciting than the ghost stories passed down orally by the older generation!
Qiao Nanhai suppressed the excitement in his heart and stared at the two human... monsters not far away without squinting.
"I like to be straightforward," the little girl didn't move. In the blink of an eye, she came not far from Mo Yan and glanced at the table between the two of them with fear.
Her big, watery eyes looked at Mo Yan, her chubby face trying her best to express kindness:
"I have an unworthy descendant in my family, and I don't know when I fell in love with your sister."
"Originally, my admonishment to them is that only by not actively provoking humans can they live longer,"
"It's a pity that the boy was disobedient and made a fuss, and finally flopped in front of me with numb paws."
"Just give the child a spanking if he disobeys. If he still doesn't obey, then spank him a few more times. He will always be able to do well, right?"
"It's just that he didn't know what kind of evil disease he had committed. Even though he was beaten half to death, he still refused to let go."
"That's when I noticed something was wrong."
The little girl looked serious:
"I have been obsessed with divination these years, and I have some experience, so I did some calculations."
"I didn't expect that I would be destined to be with your sister!"
The pink mouth exclaimed:
"As expected! As expected!"
Mo Yan remained silent, with a calm look on his face, but he was cursing in his heart:
Sure enough, what! Sure enough! He was struck by lightning for speaking half of his words!
The little girl's eyes suddenly looked like those of a baby in a cartoon, her eyes sparkling with water:
"I actually found a treasure! Haha"
The lightning flash was so fast that Qiao Nanhai had no time to stop him.
The little girl was still smiling one moment, and the next moment she jumped across the table and rushed towards Mo Yan.
He didn't care that the small wooden swords in Qiao Nanhai and Mo Yan's hands were inserted into his body and blood splattered on his body. He didn't care that the purple thunder above the incense burner cracked and his body was scorched black.
He bit Mo Yan's middle finger hard, screamed miserably, and pressed the middle finger on his forehead!
The narrative here is lengthy, and in fact it only lasts in the blink of an eye.
Qiao Nanhai still didn't remember Mo Yan's instructions. Anyway, he had already rushed to her side. At this moment, he didn't care about anything but took action.
The small wooden sword in his hand was drawn out after stabbing the little girl once, and he wanted to stab the little girl a second time and a third time.
"If you want her to live, don't move!"
The white-furred fox fairy, oh, that’s the old man, walked over slowly and stopped him urgently like a barrage of words:
"If you don't believe it, just open your eyes and take a closer look!"
This kid is also a ruthless character. His ancestor looked so cute, but he stabbed a bloody hole with his sword without blinking an eyelid.
snort!
If his ancestor hadn't told him not to move, he would have...
It's not that he's afraid of the murderous aura in this kid, it's that he's obedient.
Qiao Nanhai's outstretched hand stopped midway, because he also saw Mo Yan's middle finger's golden light flashing, completely covering the little girl's head.
At this moment, Mo Yan's eyes were slightly drowsy, his face was calm, and he was a little thoughtful.
"Alas, my ancestors recognized this woman as their master!"
The old man beat his chest and stamped his feet, not knowing whether he was sad or happy.
"Ten thousand years of Taoism!"
"What should we do?"
The walking stick in his hand made a "bang bang" sound on the ground.
Qiao Nanhai didn't dare to believe it easily. He was worried about Mo Yan's safety, so he still reached out to grab Mo Yan's arm, but encountered an obstacle a foot away.
Taking advantage of the situation, Mo Yan and the little girl seemed to be enveloped in a large round bubble.
Qiao Nanhai became anxious, grabbed the small wooden sword and stabbed.
The small wooden sword squeaked but could not penetrate.
Because of excessive force, Qiao Nanhai's palm was injured, the tiger's mouth cracked, and blood flowed out.
Slowly, at a speed visible to the naked eye, it seeped into the small wooden sword.
The small wooden sword seemed to have turned into a sponge at this moment, greedily absorbing Qiao Nanhai's blood.
He even trembled slightly with excitement and made a gentle "buzzing" sound.
Faced with such a scene, the old man opened his eyes wide but did not stop him.
As the person involved, Qiao Nanhai couldn't care less, because he seemed to have entered a mysterious situation at the moment.
He couldn't feel his blood being swallowed by the small wooden sword, and he didn't even know that a very thin strand of blood on his hand was winding on the big bubble.
Time seems to stand still, but it does not pass quickly according to personal will.
I don't know how long it took, Mo Yan Qiao Nanhai and the little girl took a long breath together and slowly opened their eyes.
A mysterious feeling circulated between the three of them.
