I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

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In such an empty city, a child suddenly appears, squatting on the sidewalk, how to see problems.

Sun Yuluo remembers Anlin’s teachings, knowing that as a sword fairy, he should face the fear in his heart, overcome it, and defeat it!

Therefore, he stood in front of An Lin and Dabai, twitching and pulling out the snow-white sword, pointing to the child on the ground, seems to be courageous for himself, and screamed coldly: "Why are you a child? Scribbling on the ground!?"

An Lin and Da Bai: "..."

Is there any problem with this opening white line?

The children on the ground gave birth to their hands.

He slowly stood up and turned around. Unexpectedly, a little boy in dark yellow linen has a very beautiful face.

"Brother..." The voice of the little boy was mixed with a matte hoarseness.

Sun Yulu was scared and shivered: "You... don't come over, if you move again... I, I married you!"

The surrounding space is quiet.

Like a wooden man, the little boy stood still in the same place, and even his eyes did not blink.

It seems as if everything is still.

Sun Yuluo was shocked by this scene. After he said it, he would swear, and then the other party would not move. Is it so cooperative? !

Just then, the little boy’s eyes gradually bulged.

"Oh..." Blood splashes between the two black and white eyes, rolling down on the ground, leaving only two blood holes in his face, blood and tears.

"Oh... the eyes are gone..." The little boy suddenly smiled in amazement.

At the moment of Sun Yuluo’s heart, it seemed to stop beating. He looked at the scene in front of him in a silly manner, his mouth wide open and he forgot to breathe.

"Ah...ah!!"

Sun Yuluo finally screamed, and the sword almost threw it. He retreated backwards and hugged the white.

"You are a coward to let me go, strangle your dog, Wang!" Big white and angry.

An Lin was also scared by the action of the little boy. Although it felt a bit irritating, it was not as big as Sun Yuluo’s reaction.

There are hundreds of decibels that scream, and the sound waves can form a shock wave.

Even the little boy who lost his eyes was scared by Sun Yuluo’s reaction and forgot his words.

"Hey...oh... it’s fun..."

The little boy seems to have found something fun, picking up two eyeballs and reinstalling it on his face, looking at Sun Yuluo with excitement.

Sun Yuluo felt that he was laughed at by the ghosts, his face was ashamed, and the angry sword went: "Look at the sword!"

The sword is dazzling, and the edge is coming.

The little boy happily waved his hand and went to the long sword that Sun Yuluo waved.

"Hey! Hey..."

Under the horror of Sun Yuluo, the long sword in his hand collided with the hand of the little boy. The humming sound of Jin Ge’s handover came, and the sparks were splashed. The long sword broke open and broke into two pieces from the middle!

"This... how is this possible, my sword is a spiritual device!" Sun Yuluo widened his eyes and did not respond.

The little boy’s eyes flashed with excitement, and suddenly opened his mouth. A bright red tongue spurred like a viper, instantly entwining Sun Yuluo’s neck.

A sticky and slippery, with a touch of horror and chilly power, hit Sun Quanluo's body, let him scream again: "An Lin Jian Xian, save me! This tongue is so long, so slippery, So terrible! Hey..."

Sun Yuluo was tightly wrapped around his neck, scared his legs soft and his eyes were tearful.

He took the broken sword and chopped the little boy's long tongue, but found that no matter how it was cut, it seemed to be cut on the hardest metal, and it could not hurt the tongue.

"Hey...hey..." The little boy pouted and looked at Sun Yuluo with a smile. It seemed that Sun Yuluo was so scared that it was very interesting.

Anlin and Dabai realized that things were not simple and immediately rushed over.

"Stop, Wang!"

"roll!"

Dabai and Anlin shot at the same time.

The silver wind blade field, crazy killing the boy in front.

Anlin held the sword with the victory of the evil sword at the same time, and the dark sword light broke through the clouds.

The little boy's face changed, his footsteps moved, and he was stunned by Anlin's sniper in a very ghostly manner. At the same time, his tongue was still wrapped around Sun Yuluo.

Sun Yuluo’s neck was strangled, his tongue twitching, his eyes rolling, his breathing could not be done, and he was about to die.

The white field attack fell on the little boy and could not penetrate and hurt him.

"Let Sun Yuluo!" suddenly there was a big drink in the distance.

Several blue figures began to appear and rushed to the little boy.

"Is the six disciples of Tian Jianzong? How come they come here, so clever?" An Lin's face changed slightly.

The little boy was even more impatient, and spit a few times.

The saliva is made into a scarlet sword that penetrates the void and is extremely fast.

"Be careful!" Zhao Siming shouted loudly, while the cross sword resisted on his chest.

Booming...

There was a sound in the sky.

The horrible sword power, the Tian Jianzong disciples who will be rushed over again flew.

"No one can save him, he is my ~www.readwn.com~ Little boy smirked.

Sun Yuluo’s words are about to cry, and he’s unwillingly shouted: “There are so many people here, why are you targeting me?”

The little boy licked his head: "Because you are afraid of ghosts."

Sun Yuluo opened his mouth and looked dull.

Just because he is afraid of ghosts, so the ghost likes to bully him?

This is too bullying!

Anlin once again lifted the sword toward the little boy, and the dark blade suddenly flashed, followed by a very cute girl with a chubby bun face.

Xiaoxie rushed to the little boy faster than Anlin. The white and tender little hand caught the boy's tongue like lightning, and his face was full of excitement.

"Ah...!" The little boy felt the power and felt the first time with fear.

He immediately loosened the tongue of Sun Yuluo and wanted to retract his tongue, but his tongue was smothered by the little evil, and he could not break free.

"Oh..." A small smile appeared on the face of Xiao Xie, and there was a hint of curiosity and enthusiasm in the clearness.

The little boy was stunned by the color of his hair, and he instantly bit the long tongue with his teeth.

After breaking the tongue, he fled toward the rear, and the speed was like a flash of lightning.

Xiaoxie stunned for a moment, clutching the long tongue and watching the little boy escape from the back of the flash, knowing that he couldn’t catch up, and violently whipped up the gang.

"Ah...!" Another scream came.

Xiaoxie turned his gaze to his back, but he saw Sun Yuluo pointing her finger. His face was pale and shivering: "What is this sudden pop-up?"

"Is it a higher-order ghost?"

"Save me, An Lin Jian Xian save me!"

Xiaoxie: "..."

An Lin: "..."

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