My Past Life Simulator

   Chapter 137 136 [White Queen Ticket King] (seeking monthly ticket)

   "Boom boom boom—"

The stone surface that    is stepping on is rapidly rising.

  He Zhao looked down and saw a huge turtle back covered with runes.

   "Good guy, you have risen 30 meters!"

   He found the right position, put pressure on his legs, and jumped down.

"Snapped!"

   Stepping on the hard stone with both feet, he turned over again and fell into the sediment at the bottom of the river.

  I looked around, but I saw a stone statue with a dragon head and a turtle body, and I had a panoramic view.

   The tortoise is huge, with very sturdy limbs, claws like dragon claws, dense dragon scale carvings on its neck, and its whole body is covered with yellow-brown river mud.

   "Dragon head, turtle body."

   "Baxia? Or it can also be called 嵑 (bì) 屃 (xì)!"

  Baxia is one of the nine sons of the dragon in myths and legends. There are many allusions about him, among which the most widely circulated is to help Dayu control the flood.

   Rumor has it that He always likes to make trouble with his infinite power, running around behind the backs of famous mountains and rivers, not only destroying the environment of Middle Earth, but also blocking the river channel that Dayu dredged out.

   Dayu was helpless, so he had to take it personally. After surrendering, he helped Dayu manage the flood. If the flood needs to be blocked, the nearby mountains are moved to block it. When floodwaters need to be diverted, the mountains in the way are removed.

  After the successful flood control, Dayu moved around the mountains to prevent him from continuing to be idle and doing nothing. So, a brainstorm. Engraving his achievements on a stone tablet, full of honors on the tablet, are you willing to put it down and move the mountain again?

   Then, he was brutally beaten by the routine, and since then he has become honest, carrying stone tablets everywhere, showing off his brilliant achievements.

   Since then, Baxia has become a veritable ancient beast with a stele.

  He Zhao looked at the inscription, he read it for a long time, and found that he didn't know a word.

   But I think that this is the place where the suppression demon generals are floating. It may be written on the other side's sins, or some spells used for suppression.

   "Boy, where did you come from? Why is there the Three Treasures of Zhang Daoling? Could it be the current Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain?"

  “???”

   A ferocious voice came from the head of the tyrant.

   He stepped forward quickly and leaned in to take a look.

  !

  I saw a monster biting in the dragon head.

  Unfortunately, I can't see his body, he can only see each other, with a bear head, a human face, and a violent expression. At first glance, he knows that he is not a funny person, a natural bad person!

   "You are floating?"

   "Yes, this uncle is the vanguard general of the Gonggong-sama - Floating!"

  He Zhao looked at the other party with a proud look on his face. He always felt that this demon general was a little silly, a Yazi that I was very good at fooling around.

   "Let me ask you something, how is your strength now?"

   "Huh, just like you, I can hit ten!"

   His question seemed to be stimulated to float, and he drank angrily.

   "I have the Demon Slayer Sword."

  “.”

   "I have the seal of Yang Ping's rule of capital."

  “.”

   "I have the "Zhengyimeng Weifalu"."

  “.”

  Silence, silence, silence.

   "What else do you have?"

   After holding back for a long time, Fuyou asked back.

   "I still have Yulu vestments."

"roll!!"

  I have been locked up in the mouth of the **** for more than two thousand years. The first time I saw a person, he was so precious that he almost blinded his eyes.

  Why, revisit the old place to see the brilliant achievements of your ancestors?

  Have you considered my feelings?

   "I have a job, I don't know if you want it or not."

   "What is work?"

  He Zhao: "."

  Forget, this is a demon general who has a gap of more than 2,000 years with him.

   "Work means, follow my instructions, I tell you to go east, you can't go west."

   "Isn't this a dog for you?" Fuyou thought for a long time and roared angrily. "The only person who can make me a dog is the Gonggong-sama!"

"What are you doing?"

   Before He came to a complete set of ancient swear words, the surnamed He took off his pants.

   "It's nothing, I'm going to pee on your face. Then record it and put it on the Internet for others to watch." After saying that, for fear that the other party would not know the power of the Internet, he took out his mobile phone and demonstrated it for him.

  Floating: "."

   He doesn't want to be ashamed?

   But he couldn't stop He Zhao's behavior, so he could only curse.

   "After the experiment is over, you really can't do any harm to me. Besides, it looks like you have been locked up for more than 2,000 years, and your strength seems to be very weak. Otherwise, in the face of humiliation, you will not be incompetent and furious."

  “.”

   For the first time, Fuyou felt that it might be better to keep him locked up.

  Why Zhang Daoling's disciples and grandchildren are all such shameless shit.

   "Don't tell me, you are in a big trouble together and need me to help you?"

   "What do you mean?"

   He was a little confused when it came to floating.

   "Enter your mother's Longhu Mountain! If you have something to do, go to Lao Tzu. Every time you pat your chest, you swear and promise. As long as you help you through the difficulties, you will release me. The result?

   Lao Tzu has helped you not a hundred times, but eighty times. It's fine if I can't get supplements if I'm locked in the tyrant, and it makes me weaker every time.

   Every time I finish talking, it’s like farting, and I still haven’t let me out. I throw it away when I'm done using it, do I really think I'm a toilet chip? No, after the toilet chips are used up, they have to be cleaned and put back for the next time people use the toilet. "

   The floating tone was excited, and the fierce expression on his face became more and more hideous.

   Just these words, no matter how wronged you are, it's like giving a child vote to a woman.

  He Zhao: "."

   Grass, a plant.

  The descendants of the cheap masters are not a thing.

   If you catch a sheep, are you really going to die?

   False white female vote monster: He Zhao, real white female vote monster: Longhushan successive celestial masters.

   Plus, what exactly does your brain do. Being deceived once or twice, it may be simple, but people have been deceived 80 times, it is no longer simple to explain, but has no brain.

   "Anyway, do whatever you want to toss me, feel free! If I help you again, I will be raised by my stepmother."

  Nima, what did the Dragon Tiger Mountain Celestial Master have to do with me?

   "Forget it, you can't do it anyway, just go through the process."

   "Om—"

   He suddenly noticed that a huge spiritual power had sneaked into his spirit at some point.

"what--"

   Floating made a scream, his head was splitting, and the strange and strange power surgingly destroyed all defenses. For more than 2,000 years, it has not been supplemented, and it has continuously encountered the votes of white women from various generations of Celestial Masters, and has no resistance at all.

  【The death deed is established! 】

  【Contract Character: Demon General Floating (Weak)】

   "Why do you think I would talk to you for so long?"

  Children, you are so pure and simple, you have to pay a price to chat with Lang Mie.

   "What did you do?"

   Fuyou glared at He Zhao and asked in a fierce tone.

   He didn't answer, his mind moved.

   The demon general who once served under Gong Gong immediately smiled happily, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, breathing quickly like a dog.

  “???”

   Something is wrong with me.

   (end of this chapter)