Fast travel: touch the hero's father before he turns black

Chapter 29 My Daddy and I Are Crazy 4
The fox's eyes sank.

Not allowing him to say anything, Cen Yan's Linglie's offensive has already come up.

A fight between a drought demon and a spirit monster is naturally magnificent.

The ghost, attracted by the man's blood, wondered if he could catch a leak.

A few ghosts sneaked onto the man's body, stared at him salivating, and raised their hands to move him away.

The Commander snorted coldly.

The extremely pure spiritual energy knocked out the souls of several ghosts!

The ghosts that were about to move suddenly stopped thinking.

A man's flesh and blood is good, but if he is not careful, his soul will fly away!
Si Mingbo breathed a sigh of relief, and nervously looked at Cen Yan, who was on par with the fox.

My heart is in a hurry.

Why is this small world so exciting right from the start? !
The fox probably didn't expect the newly awakened Hanba to have such a high force value, so he responded more seriously under the panic.

Cen Yan would rather injure himself by eight hundred than injure the enemy by a thousand!
The reckless gesture frightened the fox by three points.

Grasping a loophole in the fox, Cen Yan kicked it, and the fox hit the ground.

Cen Yan's violent eyes regained some sanity, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and raised his hand to dig out an inner alchemy from the fox.

The fox was in great pain, its crumbling body switched between its original form and its human form, and the looming original form was a snow-white fox.

Cen Yan grinned, but his eyes were as cold as a thousand years of ice.

Stepping on the fox's chest, she screamed so loudly that she impatiently grabbed a handful of soil and stuffed it into the fox's mouth.

With the terrified eyes of the fox, "What are you? How dare you call yourself the same as me?"

"You too?"

Cen Yan kicked the fox in the heart, and the fox smashed more than 30 centimeters into the soil.

She glanced around at the silent ghosts and lost a warning look.

The man who completed the "molting" went straight away.

The blood-stained chubby paws finished the inner alchemy of the fox.

He carried the man expressionlessly and threw him into a cave.

The coercion she had just now had not dissipated, and the surrounding ghosts were suppressed and did not dare to approach.

It's barely safe here.

Si Mingbo carefully looked at Cen Yan who was covered in blood, "Little ancestor, do you want to deal with the injury?"

Cen Yan glanced at it indifferently, then withdrew his gaze.

It's not like dying.

Not processed.

Neidan was still playing with the fox in his hand.

The inner alchemy is round, revealing a lustrous soft light, and the abundant demonic power inside has no effect on Cen Yan, at most, it is warm and moist in the hand, quite comfortable.

The drowsy man woke up when the sky was getting dark.

A pair of gloomy eyes caught the little Naitanzi who was sleeping uncomfortably, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the blood-stained clothes on the little Naitanzi.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Stand up and call out the oil-paper umbrella.

He hasn't tasted what it's like to be a drought.

The oiled paper umbrella was pressed against Cen Yan's white and tender neck, and with a little force, the oiled paper umbrella would pass through the neck of Xiao Nai Tuanzi.

The man hesitated.

Holding the oil-paper umbrella, she pursed her lips.

Cen Yan slowly opened his eyes, and looked down at the oiled paper umbrella against his neck with a sneer.

Twisted his head.

"Exercise."

Dare to kill her.

She immediately turned to the Demon Realm to kill this dog God of War!
The man's pale and sickly face hesitated, and he slowly put away the oil-paper umbrella.

He didn't know why he didn't kill the Hanba in front of him.

Cen Yan had a regretful expression.

"You're lucky this time."

She really wanted to seek refuge in the Demon Realm.

The Demon Queen is completely her idol!
Enterprising Miss Yu!
Who wouldn't like such a royal lady!
Slightly disgusted, he cast aside the man in front of him.

Forget it.

God of War can barely.

She really wanted to give him the ashes of the god of war!
Famous in the Three Realms!
The man's lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Inadvertently saw the clothes on his body.

His eyes were dark.

"Yesterday you fell ill."

Cen Yan was lazily leaning against the wall, his lazy appearance did not look like a Hanba at all.

Fighting is so tiring!

Bones hurt!

Let God of War Mad Dog play next time!

Isn't it good to watch a play? !

Thinking of the blood on Cen Yan's body, the man roughly guessed what happened yesterday.

"Thank you."

Cen Yan yawned milkily.

He waved his hand indifferently.

"I'm Tan Yanxi, you saved me, I promise you one thing."

Ever since he was captured as a child, he has been inexplicably attracted to ghosts.

When Tan Yanxi thought about what happened when he was a child, his eyes became darker and mottled, and his pale and sickly face faintly revealed a wave of madness.

Pulling the corner of his mouth, the cold arc revealed a touch of sickness.

Cen Yan glanced at Tan Yanxi, then looked away impatiently.

God of War went mad again.

Tan Yanxi put away the crazy violence in his heart, and looked at the lazy and sleepy little milk dumpling.

"Is there anything you want me to do for you?"

Cen Yan glanced at Tan Yanxi.

"I want to follow you."

Tan Yanxi raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"you sure?"

Cen Yan nodded impatiently.

nonsense.

You are the god of war, who will follow if you don't follow you?
Are you following someone from the Demon Realm?
Back in the Underworld, Da Si Ming will kill her, right?
Tan Yanxi's slightly raised expression fell silent.

Smiled morbidly.

"Follow me, leave, you will die."

The pitch-black eyes are like some kind of sticky darkness, as long as they get a little bit of it, they will be mercilessly dragged into the boundless darkness, never to be reborn.

Cen Yan stood up irritably, walked directly to Tan Yanxi's side, not caring about the sticky blood all over Tan Yanxi's body, and sat down on Tan Yanxi's feet.

"Pengci!"

Tan Yanxi, "????"

Is this what the drought is like?
It doesn't feel right.

but.

He lowered his head.

Staring at the fluffy top of the little milk dumpling.

"I can't leave, are you sure?"

"Are you annoying? I'm so sleepy!"

The little milk dumpling is too irritable.

I ran all night yesterday and had a fight with that stinky fox.

After finally running out, I still have to guard this unlucky God of War.

She is sleepy!

Also ask, Rory is so wordy, the intelligence agency at the entrance of the village is not as wordy as God of War!

Tan Yanxi chuckled.

The sick face slowly fell silent.

There is still no fluctuation in the dead eyes.

He moved his feet slightly, and kicked the soft buttocks of the little milk dumpling.

"Get up, I'll take you back."

Cen Yan raised his eyes, his irritable eyes were fierce.

Open your hands.

"hug!"

Tan Yanxi looked at Cen Yan steadfastly, as if telling her to retreat in the face of difficulties.

Cen Yan stared straight at Tan Yanxi, with the look of "If you don't carry me back, I won't leave".

Tan Yanxi confronted Cen Yan for about half an hour, and finally went back holding Cen Yan, who was comfortably nestled in his arms, expressionlessly.

Cen Yan didn't care about Tan Yanxi's mood, she was in a good mood anyway.

Tan Yanxi returned to Tan's house covered in blood, holding an equally bloody and dirty old-fashioned milk dumpling in her arms.

The butler and Patriarch Tan were petrified.

Patriarch Tan was distressed and confused.

"Yanxi, who is this child?"

(End of this chapter)