The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Xiaobao concentrates immortality into the sword of evil.

But he repaired it so low that he ran all the way. He had already consumed seven, seven, eight, eight of the fairy gas in [Guan Yuan].

At this time, in spite of all the overdrafts, the general muscular skeleton suddenly feels a burning pain.

His face was white and his body swayed.

I felt the difference between Baby and Baby. I couldn't stop playing with Baby. I shouted nervously: "Master, how are you? ”

It was at this time that the giant eaters felt the weakness on their side.

There was a strange cry, and the speed accelerated dramatically several times.

Huge palms are lifted simultaneously and grabbed in the direction of Bao.

Pfft -!!

Baobao couldn't help himself. Baobao's body was pulled away by a huge force and quickly crashed into the palm of a giant eater.

“Little master!! ”

The sword shouted a roar and turned into a ray of light towards the ghost.

But it's all a step slower.

Between winks, Bao has reached the giant eater.

The strong smell came from the open palm of his hand.

The cloudy liquid tick drips down, and a drop spills on Baby's face.

Rao is calm and calm again, he is also stiff at this time.

His face was white, and his mind was filled with impatience and panic about death.

Father, Mother...!!

He read in his heart, closing his eyes in despair.

But at this point, the body was emptied by what caught it.

No stinking liquid spilled on you, no pain eaten.

Some are just strange but warm embraces.

Bao opened his eyes carefully, with the aim of entering a strange face.

Qing , evil charm, handsome, through a desperate mortal cold breath.

Bao stared at the face close by, as if he had not reacted yet and was out of danger.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, turning around.

It just scared him and made him feel like a helpless giant eater.

At this point, it fell to the ground like a piece of mud and gradually turned into blood water, evaporating and disappearing.

The sword swayed and swayed in front of Baobao, crashing into his arms.

After confirming that he was okay, he almost cried out: "My little ancestor, you're trying to scare me to death! Mother's, I thought my sword was finished..."

Speaking of the last two words, it was only after the evil was done that I realized it.

His little master was held in his arms.

It's not surprising that the young master is only six years old and held in his arms.

And what terrifies the evil is the man holding the little master, and the smell around him is terrible.

Evil swords have been trapped in the secret of voodoo for decades. No evil breath has been seen or immersed in lewdness.

But that was a little fierce, to the man in front of him, but like the tree, the droplets blended into the sea, I couldn't even talk about it.

This... who is this man?

What does he want with the little master?

Bao grabbed the wicked sword that was buzzing, so he turned to the man who was holding him and glanced at him with a crisp raw voice: "Thank you for saving me. ”

The man put him down and looked cold, not at him, but at the sky with his eyebrows gently raised.

Baby looked around.

But the surrounding landscape was a strange place.

He has never been out of the small world. He doesn't know what China is like. He doesn't know where to go to find his father.

Little eyebrows couldn't help but follow.