Breaking through Thunderbolt with martial arts

Chapter 900 Extra Story: The Miserable Life of the Stupid and Adorable Baqi and the Grim Reaper

Outside the Vientiane Heavenly Palace.

There is joy among the flowers.

A five or six-year-old girl with two braids is laughing and joking among the flowers and plants.

Her immature little hand is also holding a one or two year old, white-haired, cute-looking little guy in a naive Q version of the armor.

The little guy has an immature face, but his little face is always tense, looking a little serious and a little funny.

"Damn Yuan Wuji!"

Baqi evil god lamented in his heart.

He no longer knew how many times he had scolded Yuan Wuji in his heart.

Scolding Yuan Wuji has become a routine.

As for the anger and hatred that have lasted too long at this moment, he is a little resigned to his fate.

When he was beaten back to his childhood with one move, and kicked to this place, he was a majestic evil god, a terrifying evil god, and he became a toy in the hands of a two or three-year-old child.

And it's still the kind that will be beaten if you don't obey.

Baqi evil god looked at the innocent little girl in front of him, and whispered to himself, "Behind the innocent appearance, there is a tyrannical heart, and there is a devil living inside the angel's appearance, who is as good at disguising as the damned Yuan Wuji , As expected, they are father and daughter."

"Xiao Ba, what are you mumbling about?"

At this time, the 枔杼 in front of her was pink and tender, her ears trembled slightly, and she suddenly turned her head and asked.

"Xiaoba?"

"Damn bad nickname..."

Baqi evil god cursed in his heart, but the corner of his mouth was slightly pulled, revealing an ugly smile.

"You look ugly when you smile!"

Yan Zhu stuck out his tongue, turned around and ran again.

Baqi Cthulhu could only cry silently in his heart.

He also wants to be proud!

But the strength does not allow it!
Although this little girl can't do anything to him, but this little devil has too many ways to trick people.

The evil god of Baqi, who had just come here, was still extremely proud even when he returned to his childhood.

Unmoved by foreign objects.

At that time, although the twins who had been praised by Emperor Qitian were curious, they hadn't done anything under the care of Hong Chenxue and others.

But then the little devil finally showed her demon fangs after everyone left.

The seemingly pink palm is like the devil's sharp claws, which brings indelible memories to Moe Baqi.

Since then, he has been reduced to a toy in the hands of demons.

You know, he has always been the one who treats everything in the world as a toy.

How could I expect that one day I would become a toy in the hands of others, and the owner of the toy is just a two or three-year-old child.

Occasionally he was beaten up, and forced to chase butterflies together, catch fish and catch shrimps, and play some childish games. His face was completely lost, worse than nothingness.

After all, no matter how embarrassing nothing is, he is still fighting with a group of righteous masters, but he actually fought with a three-year-old child, or was bullied by a three-year-old child.

Thinking about Baqi Cthulhu is full of grievances.

Fortunately, he also has some comfort.

Badass Cthulhu looked to the other side.

Between them was a three or five-year-old boy with hands covered in mud, holding a black hood behind his back, and the Grim Reaper, who was also beaten into a cute baby, was dragged around with a look of lovelessness on his face.

Two toys that can't be broken or smashed, but Jian Zhu and Chen Yuan are very happy.

"Xiao Ba, what do you want to do!"

Jian Zhu, who was rushing forward, suddenly felt that the person behind him was not moving, almost fell, and turned around with an angry face, he was still holding a pipa of suitable size in his hand, but it should have been a beautiful Qin, in her hands, is like a mallet.

While speaking, Feng Wu had already hit Meng Baqi on the forehead.

boom!
Moe Baqi suddenly cried out in pain, tears streaming down his face.

At this moment, Baqi Cthulhu roared even more in his heart. He didn't want to do this, but the current appearance was really instinctive and uncontrollable.

"See if you dare to stop privately. This time, you run ahead and don't stop without my permission, otherwise you will know how powerful it is!"

A demonic smile suddenly appeared on Yan Zhu's face, and he beat Shenwu in his palm, acting like a villain, threatening the good people of Baqi.

"Don't wait for me to recover, I will definitely come back with revenge!"

Meng Baqi roared in his heart, but he still chose to follow his instinct, and full of humiliation, he opened his short legs and rushed towards the butterfly in front of him.

"I'll catch! I'll catch! I'll catch again!"

Meng Baqi don't chase the butterfly, and at the same time whispered harsh words, as if treating the butterfly as a scorpion.

On the other side, when Chen Yuan saw this scene, he became impatient. Under the guidance of his sister, Chen Yuan, who had always been well-behaved, also learned badly. He held the Taixu mirror in his hand, and put it on the god of death with a bang like a pot lid. top of the head.

Dang bang.

A crisp sound resounded in the wilderness, Chen Yuan clashed and shouted: "Hurry up and catch them together, if I lose to them today, no matter how I was punished, I will have to get it back from you!"

At this moment, the god of death still had a dead face, and reluctantly moved a few steps under Chen Yuan's urging.

This made Chen Yuan jump in anger. Since choosing this guy, he always loses every time he plays a game.

Thinking of this, Chen Yuan couldn't help but say harsh words again, "Xiao Yuan, if I still lose this time, I will exchange you with my sister."

"Ok?"

Hearing these words, Meng Death's ears trembled suddenly, he regained his energy for a moment, and ran after him in a quick trot. .

He saw the miserable situation of Baqi with his own eyes, and the god of death didn't want to fall into the hands of that little devil himself.

The god of death is not afraid of fate, although this little guy has learned a lot, but his means are limited, and it is completely tickling for him, but that little devil is different.

The god of death wondered why the two little guys born successively had such different personalities from the same mother.

In the end, the god of death came to the conclusion that Chenyuan inherited Hong Chenxue, and obviously the little devil inherited more Yuan Wuji's genes, and this little devil thought of it every time he came out, and it got worse, worse than Yuan Wuji.

He often makes people unable to get off the stage. Last time, he even planned to pluck out the white hairs of the badass evil spirit one by one, turning him into a bald man.

They even often draw turtles on their faces, which can't be washed off.

Suspicious in the eyes of the god of death, that little devil does a lot of tricking people every day, that is, on the way of punishing people, all he thinks about is playing all day.

But his playing has hurt him and Baqi.

For ordinary people, that little devil is still very restrained, but he doesn't have so many scruples about the two of them who can't play badly.

Especially when they were kicked down by Yuan Wuji, Yuan Wuji left a sentence saying that they are bad people who want to hurt them and their mother, and they must be dealt with properly.

From then on, the two of them started a life like hell.

This stay is for several years.

For God, the meaningless time has become so difficult at this moment.

Death feels that facing that little devil is even more frightening than when the high priest of Yuan Wujie wanted to murder him and escaped from Yuan Wujie!
Because she couldn't imagine what kind of scary game would suddenly come to mind in that little head.

(End of this chapter)