Eternal Sacred King Chapter 591: 1 bowl of water

Su Zimo was held in the palm of the hand by the big man, like a weak little chicken, with no resistance at all!

Be aware that although his cultivation has been exhausted, the power of his body and blood is still there.

However, when the big man's five vigorous fingers grabbed his neck, he was completely unable to move, and he could only watch as he was carried into the depths of the cemetery!

"How could this be?"

"The chains can't lock this red-haired ghost?"

"Since he can't be locked, why does the red-haired ghost stay in this cemetery honestly?"

"Does Master know about this?"

"What is his relationship with this red-haired ghost?"

For an instant, Su Zimo's heart was filled with confusion, and his mind was in confusion.

Furthermore, the red-haired ghost is always chattering in his ears, talking non-stop, it is all trivial things, Su Zimo feels that his head is about to explode!

Boom!

Su Zimo was thrown to the ground, and he was about to jump up. There was a noise, and a thick chain was wrapped around his body.

Boom!

Su Zimo urges the blood to make every effort!

Nothing!

The chain looked rusty, but it was so hard that it couldn't break free.

The power of his bloodline exploded like a stone sinking into the sea, and the chain didn't react at all!

A cold light flashed in Su Zimo's eyes, and there was a crackling noise inside his body, his muscles and bones hummed together, and his body suddenly shrank!

Easy to shrink bones!

Since the positive force could not be shaken, Su Zimo changed his mind, intending to shrink his figure and get away.

God knows, what was the intention of this big guy in bringing him back.

Even if there is no malice, Su Zimo can't bear it just listening to this big guy constantly buzzing around.

Unexpectedly, Su Zimo's figure has just shrunk, and the chains on his body have also shrunk, locking his body firmly, without a trace of escape!

"Quack quack!"

The big man sat on the ground, his eyes flashing jokingly, and grinned: "This tattered thing can't lock me, but it's too easy to lock you. You should save some effort."

Su Zimo tried again, but couldn't break the chains, so he could only give up, frowning at the big man.

Getting closer, Su Zimo discovered that there was not much flesh and blood on the man, almost only skin and bones remained.

But the big man's skeleton is huge, and his bones are also extremely strong, he looks big and tall, and his gestures are full of explosive power!

The big man's body exudes an inexplicable breath, which seems to come from the depths of the ancient wilderness, extremely dangerous!

Inadvertently, Su Zimo will feel a palpitation!

Su Zimo doesn't know what the origin of this red-haired ghost is.

He only knows one thing, the red-haired ghost is a full-fledged tuberculosis, and he doesn't know how many years he has been holding back. Barabara keeps talking and never stops!

"Little Wawa, you don't know how bitter Lao Tzu is."

"This valley is isolated from the world, except for Lao Tzu, there is only the old bald donkey. As a result, this guy turned to practice the closed mantra!"

"No matter what I said to him, the old bald donkey didn't react at all. You said how much I have suffered after so many years!"

Speaking of this, the big man looked excited, gritted his teeth, clenched his huge hands into fists, and thumped the ground.

The forest of steles is shaking, and the whole cemetery is shaking!

Su Zimo couldn't help but replied: "How come there are two people, and a little novice."

After saying this, Su Zimo regretted it.

Sure enough, when the big man saw Su Zimo actually responded, he became even more excited, his eyes flashing, and he sat down in front of Su Zimo.

"Speaking of this little bald donkey, I won't be angry."

"This little bald donkey fell from above eight years ago. It was good at the beginning, honestly, and went to the backyard every day to feed Lao Tzu and chat with Lao Tzu..."

"As a result, this little bald donkey will not come in less than half a year. It's really damning!"

The big man was full of grievances and complained.

Su Zimo thought in his heart: "Brother Mingzhen can survive the first half of the year, he is indeed a person with great perseverance!"

"Little monk, you can't learn from those two bald donkeys."

"Talking with Lao Tzu will definitely benefit you!"

Su Zimo only feels his head is dizzy, so I don't care about any benefits at this time.

If he hadn't been restrained by chains, he would have escaped long ago and would never step into the backyard again!

……

In the east, a hint of whiteness gradually appeared.

In the constant chatter of the big man, the whole night passed.

The big man sighed with emotion and said: "Time flies so fast, I just said a little bit."

The big man turned his head and looked at Su Zimo, suddenly startled, and asked in a startled surprise:

"Hey, little monk, why are your eye circles dark?"

"There are so many bloodshot eyes in your eyes?"

"Your complexion is not pretty? A little bit blue, will you not be poisoned by corpses?"

"Hey, the muscles on your face are twitching, are you cramping?"

Su Zimo's heart attacked in a hurry, rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

Slap!

The big man slapped his forehead, and suddenly realized: "I understand, little monk, did you not rest well last night?"

"Stop...rest?"

Su Zimo resisted the urge to punch the big man flying, and kept grinding his teeth, two words popped between his teeth.

I would rather let him fight fiercely with the arrogance of the Northern Territory for three days and three nights, he would not listen to the big man say another word.

This red-haired ghost is simply a demonic existence!

"Look, look, you little monk, so angry and so big, why do you have such big eyes?"

"What are your grievances, let's tell them, don't hold back!"

The big man patted Su Zimo on the shoulder and said earnestly.

Su Zimo panted heavily and hung his head. He only felt dizzy and weak, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

In the eyes of the big man, a strange light flashed through.

I saw him beckoning, and not far away, under the flowers and plants, a broken bowl full of dew flew over.

The nail of the big man's index finger protruded slightly for half an inch, flashing a cold light, and he stroked his thumb.

A small wound appeared on the thumb, and a ray of blood dripped out~IndoMTL.com~ This ray of blood was very little, even less than one ten thousandth of a drop of blood, and fell into the broken bowl of dew, soon Get in.

The dew is still clear, not the slightest difference.

This series of movements is extremely obscure and too fast.

The moment the big man took the broken bowl, his index finger and thumb were touched, and the wound on the thumb had just surfaced, and it had healed. Su Zimo lowered his head and didn't notice it at all.

The big man took the broken bowl in his hand, came to Su Zimo, handed it over, smiling but not smiling, his voice suddenly became a little weird, full of bewitching.

"Little monk, you have been tired all night, drink some water."

This night, although Su Zimo didn't say much, he was really exhausted physically and mentally. Looking at the clear water in front of him, he felt a moment of dryness in his mouth.

In addition, his head is dizzy now, he is not awake at all, and he didn't think too much, he took the broken bowl and drank it with his head up.

(End of this chapter)