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"Brother Huang, stop shouting. No one will come even if your throat breaks."
"Oh, let's save some energy and commit suicide." Someone else said.
"...."
"I said don't be discouraged! Cheer up!" The monk surnamed Huang raised his voice: "Death is not terrible! What is terrible is not resisting death!"
"...."
"Resist your sister!" Someone shouted mentally. Didn't you see that those who resisted got into the medicine jar?
"Brother Huang, if you were given a way to die, how would you choose to die?"
"Roasted? Steamed? Canned with medicine? Dismembered?" The monk surnamed Huang thought about it carefully.
Of these four ways to die, the first two are ways of cannibalism by people from the witch clan, and the last two are like the goat monsters and medicine jars we saw before.
"Oh! If I really want to die, of course I will choose steaming! I can feel refreshed before I die!" said the monk surnamed Huang seriously.
"...."
Everyone was speechless. When life and death were in danger, when others were frightened, some people were still thinking about how to die comfortably.
Everyone knelt down.
These monks have a foundation-building period and a Qi-gathering period in their cultivation. The monk with the highest cultivation level is actually the monk named Huang, who has reached the middle stage of foundation building.
Some of them accidentally entered the Kingdom of Witches, and some were captured.
Both methods are different, but they have something in common, that is, decline!
"It's a bit similar..." Ye Xuan lay on a pile of hay and looked at the wooden prison with her naked eyes.
She didn't dare to use her spiritual sense here, for fear of being caught by someone with a higher level of cultivation than her.
"Auntie, what did you say?" Chu Cheng had already said smoothly.
"It's nothing, I seem to have met an acquaintance." Xuan Ye shook her head.
"Acquaintance? Are they from the Ye family?" Chu Cheng was stunned. Could it be that Ye Xuan's friends were also arrested.
"He is not from the Ye family, this person is a disciple of Miaoxiufang."
"She seems to be a beauty." Chu Cheng nodded.
Miaoxiufang, the three major forces in Daluo Domain, is known to everyone.
Among the three major immortal gates, Miaoxiufang can be said to be the most difficult to enter. Because, if you want to enter this fairy gate, you must be talented and beautiful! pretty! In the end it must be a woman.
As far as the first one is concerned, more than half of the people are there, and the second one is more than half of the people inside. The last one clicked halfway again.
It can be seen how difficult it is to enter Miaoyinfang.
"Save?" Chu Cheng tilted his head and looked at Ye Xuan.
He was not familiar with this person. If he was alone, he would not go out of his way to save a stranger.
God knows if there will be any witches above the golden elixir here.
However, Xuan Ye said that she met an acquaintance...
If she wanted to save her, Chu Cheng would definitely take action. Just for that high-grade elixir, I owed a favor.
What Chu Cheng didn't know was that a low-grade elixir cost at least several million high-grade spiritual stones, and a high-grade elixir cost at least a thousand.
"Hey, there's something moving!" Ye Xuan raised her eyebrows.
Chu Cheng looked intently and saw a black hand reaching out from a tent, followed by a black man walking out.
That's right! This man is also pitch black, as black as he can get. Against the light of day, this man seemed like darkness.
"F*ck... black people, this is a black person!" Chu Cheng shouted in his heart. If he didn't know for sure that he was not on earth, he would have thought he was in Africa.
This black man had three symmetrical red streaks on his face, and his head was covered with a bone cap with six bird feathers stuck on it.
The three of them remained motionless, watching the black man, trying to see what he was going to do.
The black man walked to the wooden fence, held his chin, and looked at the people inside fiercely.
"What...is he going to do!" the famous and petite monk said tremblingly.
Every time a black man shows up, it means someone is going to die.
Black people rarely go out during the day. If they show up during the day, something is bound to happen.
"Wow wow wow... click..." The black man moved his mouth while walking around.
"What is he talking about?" someone wondered.
This is witch language, which is incompatible with the language of the human world.
"Ahem, he is talking. He is so lonely...so empty." The monk named Huang spoke.
"..."
"No way." A tall foundation-building monk felt a chill all over his body, and the little flower behind him was locked tightly.
"Wow, Urukulu!" The black man stopped and focused on the petite monk.
The petite monk trembled at the sight.
Among the dozen or so people here, he has the lowest cultivation level, having only reached the eleventh level of Qi Gathering.
"Brother Huang...what did he say again?" The petite monk asked for help.
"Well, what he means is... the flower boy can just meet his physiological needs." The man surnamed Huang looked at the petite man with pity. "My translation should be correct!"
Everyone's expressions changed drastically. The petite man was even more panicked.
"Help! I'm a man! This is my first time!" The petite man collapsed.
At this moment, the door of the wooden prison was opened.
The black man looked at the target evilly, stretched out one hand, and lifted the petite man out.
They are all blocked in the spiritual sea, just like mortals. The only way to deal with the black man's clutches is to resist.
"Ah! No! No! Help! Someone come and save me!"
The petite man's frightening voice came all the way.
But this is the country of witches, no matter how loud he screams, no one will come to his rescue.
Everyone's faces turned pale. In addition to the four ways to die, there was one more way to die.
And this is the last thing a man wants.
"It seems that it's not that easy to soak in a hot spring before death." The monk surnamed Huang looked helpless.
"...."
On the other side, Chu Cheng watched the black man dragging the petite man into the tent and wondered: "What is this black man going to do? Is he going to kill him?"
"Maybe." Ye Xuan frowned. Prepare the best opportunity to rescue the people in the wooden prison.
At this time, Chu Cheng saw violent shaking inside the convertible. Also accompanied by the roar of wild beasts.
The roar of the beast was also accompanied by the heartbreaking pain of the petite man.
After about a few minutes, the man's screams of pain began to turn into cries of...
"Fuck!" Ye Xuan's face turned red, and she finally understood what was going on inside.
"I'm going to go!" Chu Cheng was also confused.
This is so erotic!
"What's wrong?" Dongfang Bubai still looked confused.
"No, the Witch Clan is too scary." Chu Cheng's mouth twitched. This is simply more terrifying than death.
"Good opportunity!" Ye Xuan sent a message and walked cautiously in the direction of the wooden prison.
The violent movements and sounds in the tent were just enough to conceal them.
In the entire tribe, there were only sounds like wild beasts and the panting of the petite man.
"Gula! Hula!" At this moment, a loud voice came from other tents.
"It seems to be saying... hurry up and don't disturb other people's sleep." The man surnamed Huang did not forget to translate.
"...."
As a result, the tent shook faster.
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