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The onion woman is also a leprechaun who has lived 300 years, and she has a huge demonic smell in her body - although these demons are useless to herself and can only be used to scare people.

But evil is evil!

Cut off her body for cooking, and without a special cook fairy to deal with the demons, these demons will enter the eater with the dish.

Ordinary people get infected by demons when they eat it.

Better luck madness turns into a fool, and then kills people around making trouble or something, until you torment yourself to death.

Luck could even be infected by demons and become half a demon thing... I don't know how to die then.

Even a monk can be troublesome if he doesn't have enough manipulation to refine this part of the demon!

“Didn't you want to cook with me? I'm all yours! ”

So, when Mama Song sautéed onion essence afterwards, it would be so easy, and the oil would cook after the passage —— that was the initiative of the onion essence to cooperate with Mama Song.

“If you eat it, you can't throw it up. Take good care of the demonic torture, hey hey hey. I can't get a wolf without a baby. I'm so smart.” The onion woman is proud of the ocean lane.

Then, only the leek chick with the root of the leek climbed out of Song Shuhang's pocket and climbed into the other pocket, where there was still ‘Enlightenment Stone’.

The root of the onion lady was stuck on the Enlightenment Stone, and her heart began to calculate: “Next, when I breathe and regain some strength, I can escape with this gem... and take the knife with me. That's a sharp knife. I sliced my body off easily. ”

Tsk lost the body above, but it's worth it for a gem and a knife!

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The demonic qi began to spread from the stomach to Song Shuhang's entire body, and the frenzied demonic qi impacted his consciousness.

Song Shuhang silently runs the 'True I Meditate Sutra', conscious that I sit still in the sea, and keep the Lingtai clear. As you begin to try, can you convert the hot air from your body to qi and blood? If he could, he'd make a lot of money.

At this time, there is a lot of spiritual energy flickering from the white honored ones around. Those spiritual energies are caused by the white honorable in cultivating and absorbing the spiritual energies of heaven and earth into their own bodies.

When these spirits converge on the white honored, a small part of Song Shuhang's body will be attracted to them - in the cultivation world, sometimes when the teacher closes, disciples will grab the door to guard the cave, which is why.

When a powerful monk is closed to practice, he naturally and yet brings a lot of spiritual energy. If the disciple at the door seizes the opportunity, he can have some soup water with him. It's great.

At the same time, each time these spirits flush Song Shuhang's body, they automatically push a small part of the demon out of him...

Song Shuhang practiced continuously, unconsciously... fell asleep.

Then he had a dream.

He dreamt of himself… becoming an onion!

After the monstrous dreams of the altar master and the bulk repair of Li Tianpu, did he turn into an onion?

So-called one-time, two-time ripening.

Song Shuhang is no longer shocked by his‘ weird dreams’. He knew he should start going through other people's lives again.

I dream about the life of the altar master because the curse before the death of the altar master turned into a grudge, wrapped around him, let him go through a life of grief hosted by the altar master...

I would dream about the life of Li Tianxuan, because part of Li Tianxuan's memory merged with Ling Ghost, Ling Ghost was also contracted by Song Shuhang, so I went through a part of Li Tianxuan's life...

Now I'm dreaming I'm turning into an onion... needless to say, it must be because I ate onion sperm, and then I started dreaming about her life experience, right?

At this time, Song Shuhang felt caught by a broad hand. That big hand, so warm, makes people want to leave.

Then the owner of the big hand took the book voyage 'Onion’ to a very high mountain peak, with a large forest on the side and a clear stream on the right.

“Here we are." The master of the great hand said, sounding like nine days of thunder, every sentence seemed to be accompanied by his voice by the Avenue of Heaven and Earth.

Is it more than 300 years ago —— or even longer ago, when leek sperm was planted? Song Shuhang's heart speculated.

Seems that leek essence is not a natural wonder of heaven and earth, but is it a specially cultivated variety?

The owner of the big hand dug a pit on the ground himself and cautiously planted the onion in his hand.

At this time, Song Shuhang saw the owners of the major players through the ‘sight’ of the onions.

It was a skinny man in a flaming red robe that seemed to be covered in a layer of fog.

Song Shuhang stunned and then called out in surprise: "Taoist Taoist Taoist! ”

The mayor of this fiery red robe in front of him is the mayor of Akako, the artist he saw in the memory of 'Dismantling Li Tianpu'!

At that time, in Li Tianxu's dream, Taoist Daoist Akatsu's gaze seemed to have experienced time and space limitations, saw directly the existence of 'Song Shuhang', and taught Song Shuhang a trick of 'Flame Knife’.

Akatsuko said it was just a very ordinary flame knife, but when Song Shuhang saw him spread out, he knew that Akatsuko's attitude was definitely not as simple as an ordinary 'flame knife’.

Song Shuhang did not expect, this time, in the ‘memory’ of the leek elite, to encounter this mysterious and powerful Taoist mayor again.

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However, this time, Taoist Daoist did not appear to have seen Song Shuhang.

“Come on and grow up, even the most ordinary onion will have an unlimited future. I'd love to see how much you're going to grow in the future, and that's exactly what I want to see.” Taoist mayor softens his voice to the onions.

His warm hand gently caressed the leaves: "Remember where you were born, remember firmly, and don't forget to die… because your roots are here. ”

Quite simply, Akatsuko Dao stretched out a lazy waist, then crossed the sky and walked high and disappeared.

Seems like he planted a spring onion like this, just a trendy piece of work.

The onion swayed slowly at the top of the mountain... alone, but she stubbornly took root and survived.

Next, sunset, day after day, year after year.

In the blink of an eye, three years have passed...

Is there a mistake? Since it's a dream, isn't it good that the wind is blowing in the sun and the movie is fast? Why is he so realistic, like a real onion, day after day?

Song Shuhang really wants to lift the table!

Then, somehow, Song Shuhang suddenly remembered a primary school essay he had written himself.

In elementary school, essay titles were particularly stupid.

It was called "If I were a Little Grass."

Song Shuhang waved a lot as a child: If I were a weed, I would work hard to grow, root down, bud up, thrive, and photosynthesize to contribute a power to society.

I can't remember the details, it's about this anyway.

Now think back, how cute were you when you were little?

The little grass thrives and wants to contribute to society? Uncle Farmer, it would be nice not to give you a round of herbicidal pesticides.

Cut back the grass at most to feed the horses, pigs, cattle and sheep...

And the silly thing is... Song Shuhang used to fantasize when he was a kid, if he was a little grass, wouldn't it be interesting to live worry-free?

I didn't expect this wish to come true one day.

He is now an onion, swinging with the wind in the cold wind, accepting the wind to blow the sun, nothing but stupidity.

“If I were an onion, I would choose to break my onion waist - suicide... because Tatema is bored.” Song Shuhang muttered.

It would be a very happy thing if someone were to say to the Book Navigation right now, "Perhaps it would be a little grass, no troubles."

Song Shuhang definitely drowned each other with spit - please insert your legs into the dirt and shake with the wind for three years before discussing the feeling of ‘becoming a weed’ with me!

He's been swinging with the wind for three years now!

So boring, so boring, even a rabbit can come and eat the onions.

But there are no rabbits, no little animals.

Onions still sway with the wind, experiencing the wind blowing through the sun.

So Song Shuhang continued day after day, year after year...

Anyway, Song Shuhang can't even remember how many years have passed.

At first he could mutter: "So boring, so boring. ”

In the end, he muttered lazily.

As an onion, you have to be prepared to make onions, root down to absorb nutrients, bud up, and work photosynthetically for all humankind.

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Finally, one day, the bitter days came to an end.

Because of this onion, it suddenly becomes fine.

No sign of anything.

No thunder robbery, no condensation of demon dan, no wind and cloud thunder, just overnight, the leeks woke up and found themselves a green-haired girl, adorable.

The leeks were so happy that she had never left the ground and suddenly had more human leg function. As a lovely leek sperm, she began to live happily in the mountainous old woods.

Such an unbridled day has passed for more than a decade.

Song Shuhang had to exclaim, what a blessing this big onion had had, no worries at all.

Then suddenly, one day, a monster group called [The Monsters of the World Unite to Become a Family] found the onion elf, sucked her into the tissue, and gave her the name ‘The Onion Girl’.

“The monsters of the world unite to be a family? What's that name? It makes me want to throw up! ”

But since it's a monster organization... should we teach the onions to defend themselves? Song Shuhang's heart is hidden.

- Because in previous experience, he can learn from the school of dreams if he remembers clearly! Like the Flame Knife!

If there is any scholarship, he will not be wronged to make an onion shaking in the snow for so many years!

Soon, however, he remembered the leek-in-law's junk fairy.

Is there any excellence in this monster organization?