Brother Dao Committed Evil Again

Chapter 224: A person who has been waiting for a hundred years

The miraculous Wang Batang made any one touch the existence of spiritual consciousness, and he could even see his spiritual consciousness body flashing with gleaming light, illuminating the dark nest (...) ditch as clear as day.

On the barrier, there are circles of mysterious runes, which flashed past. When anyone wanted to check further, they could no longer enter such a state, and even the spiritual body could no longer be seen.

Everything came suddenly and went quickly, just like the fireworks that suddenly bloomed in the sky during the festival, and disappeared in a flash, leaving nothing behind.

"Master, do you feel something is wrong?" Ren Ren curiously looked at Mao with a dull look on his face.

Mao appeared to be wiping his beard, and looked at him inexplicably, "I feel it, it's very hot, and I almost blistered my father's mouth."

Mao doesn't seem to be a child anymore, and it's not the first time he's eaten, so he can be so ignorant and make himself embarrassed.

Before he drank the soup, he had secretly used an ice and snow spell for cooling. Logically, the soup should be at room temperature.

I didn't expect the entrance to be so hot. If it wasn't for his spiritual body protection, he resisted a or two for him, and his mouth would have festered and blistered at this time.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be a little puzzled, this **** soup is already so hot, how can the sea king in the pot still fly freely in it, and occasionally raise the bastard's head, facing his big and small eyes.

This master is a favorite, all revealing strangeness. It seems that the reason why Mao has been holding his troops still and not in a hurry to escape from here is that he has no certainty of victory.

The little prince looked small and looked strange. The energy contained in his body did not do anything. He was so quiet now that Mao seemed to have a sense of oppression in the face of Tianwei.

This is a very mysterious feeling. He can't raise the slightest resistance, because there is a voice telling him that those who dare to resist have already been boiled and drunk by this ugly monster.

This kind of feeling can only be felt when the cultivation base is about to break through, because at this time, they have to break through the various constraints imposed by fate on the monks, so they can clearly perceive the breath of fate.

According to legend, the little prince is a person cursed by fate, and he naturally has a trace of fate in his body.

Mao seemed to have no idea how powerful the little prince was, so he had to attribute it all to this.

"Haha... Do you actually feel anything? Hurry up, tell me, what color do you feel? Your spiritual body."

The little prince couldn't wait to rush to any one, looking up at him.

Then, he is really too short, and Ren Yi is too tall, so talking like this has the feeling that his prestige has been destroyed.

The little prince kicked his thick legs and jumped onto Mao Xian's neck, like riding a big horse, making Mao Xian carry him.

Mao seemed to refuse to do it, and he had never done anything in his life to let others ride his neck.

"Come down for me!"

He grabbed the little prince's body and wanted to throw him away.

The little prince was like a root, firmly nailed to his shoulder, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it off.

He was sweating profusely like this, and he couldn't help the little prince, so he could only snort and wear rough clothes.

The little prince patted his head sternly and said cheerfully, "Old man, sitting on your shoulder is to lift you up. If you make trouble again, believe it or not, I will sit on your head?"

Mao looked like he wanted to vomit blood. He was so old, and he was taught a lesson by such a big baby. This sour taste should not be too cruel.

"What milk doll? Young master is an adult, do you understand? Don't think about it if you don't understand, or I will give you a scoop to see if your nest (...) is black or white at the ditch?"

While speaking, the little prince was not satisfied and slapped Mao Xian's head with a slap in the face, full of warning.

It seemed that Mao really didn't dare to move around at this time. This person could actually hear his inner thoughts. This is really terrifying. Is this still a human being? I am afraid that none of those **** kings have come out in a row, and no one has such an ability.

"Hum! If you dare to think nonsense again, this Highness will definitely kill the chickens and show the monkeys. You must find someone to vent your anger. You definitely don't want to try it, right?"

"Hehehe... The little prince is joking. It's my honor to have your big driver on my neck."

Hair seemed to have to be subdued.

Either one on the side has no time to care what Mao seems to be doing, he is only interested in the little prince's questioning.

"Little prince, why did I have hallucinations after drinking this **** soup just now? Am I poisoned and dizzy?"

"Hahaha... You really saw it. As expected of my fate, I can wait for you."

The little prince danced with joy, his calves dangling, hitting Mao Xian's chest, making a loud crackling sound.

Mao seemed to only feel a suffocation in his chest and abdomen, a feeling of nausea and vomiting, and he had already suffered a lot of minor injuries.

However, he gritted his teeth and endured it without revealing anything.

Wipe the cold sweat on your forehead, what is a fateful person? He came all the way here, not for an ugly person.

"I don't know what the little prince means, please explain!"

In the face of any one, the little prince seems to be so tolerant, and his tone of speech is very brisk.

"Hahaha... People who are destined are naturally the same people. You are a person who is greatly favored by fate. In the days to come, I dare to assert that your achievements are absolutely immeasurable!"

Only such a person is qualified to walk with him all the way.

Hearing the other party's affirmative words, Ren Ren was not overjoyed, but looked at the little prince with a strange expression, "Little prince, I admit that I am indeed a person favored by fate."

He was unlucky all day, ranging from three to five, as many as seven or eight. It is not easy to live safely until now.

With such a fate, apart from the tricks of fate, he really couldn't figure out who else had such a supernatural power.

"Wow! You're right, you're the person I've been waiting for for a hundred years. I want to swoop in with you. From now on, you'll be my younger brother. Remember to report my name when you go out - Prince Baqi, definitely May you be safe and sound."

"Eight prayers...cough...it's a pleasure to meet you. However, let's forget about sworn oaths. I'm just an ordinary person, and I really don't have the qualifications to climb up to a powerful person like you."

Prince Baqi's eyes darkened, "Are you looking down on me? Because I'm ugly?"

His tone suddenly changed from being excited just now to being dejected, and the style of painting changed so quickly that he had the illusion that he had failed something.

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