"Place this spiritual weapon on the door lock, otherwise she will definitely escape with her skills!"
"Mother...mother...milk...milk..." The sound of milk sounds milky.
"Hey, this child has woken up! What should I do if he needs milk? Uncle Xu, should we show it to the master first or should we feed him milk!?"
The sound of a slap, "Miscellaneous, do you have breasts? Let's show it to the head brother first to see what kind of physique this child has! We'll talk about it later!" It was Xu Zhiwei's voice, faintly muttering.
He continued: "Why can't I see what kind of physique this child has!"
"Mother, breasts... breasts..."
When the sound and footsteps got further and further away, Yin Zhengyue suddenly opened her eyes, with a terrifying murderous look in her eyes!
Her hands and feet were tied, and it was a trivial matter to break free, as the ropes soon fell off.
Her hands were still stained with wet blood, but she couldn't care less at this moment. The fat guy came out of her belly anyway, and even her calm temper was a little anxious!
She is now trapped in a place similar to a woodshed. As soon as Yin Zhengyue stepped forward to touch the door, she was bounced back by a force!
There was something outside the door, she heard it just now, what kind of spiritual weapon was it?
There is only one door here and no other place to go out.
The lines on Yin Zhengyue's face tightened up, and the veins on her forehead popped out. She looked around the room. There were dry firewood, straw, and small stones in the house, but there were no tools that could be used.
but--
"Do you think you want to trap me like this?"
Yin Zhengyue found two stones and looked at the small wooden door, her eyes getting colder and colder.
At this time, outside, the chubby guy held in Xu Zhiwei's arms looked at him with a pair of round eyes.
"Milk...milk, want milk...milk..." He was not afraid or crying. His voice was loud and clear, and he kept shouting for milk.
Xu Zhiwei was so disturbed by the noise that he had a headache that he called someone behind him to hold him, while he covered his ears and said, "Hurry up!"
The little fat guy shouted, his round eyes turned at this moment, and a sly arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
When we arrived at the room of the leader of the Innocence Sect, we saw an old man about fifty years old meditating on the couch as soon as he entered.
"Brother, come and take a look, I'm looking for a good thing!" Xu Zhiwei said excitedly.
The leader opened his eyes and immediately fell on the chubby guy in the hands of a disciple behind him.
The little fat guy kept shouting for milk, making people's scalp numb all the way.
"Oh?" The leader of the Innocence Sect cast his eyes on Xu Zhiwei again and gave him a long beard.
Xu Zhiwei told the old man what he had seen. The old man was immediately interested and asked his disciple to bring the chubby guy over.
"Let me take a look!" The old man took the little fat guy, fixed his body with a pair of brilliant eyes, and kept sighing: "What a seedling, what a seedling!"
"Brother, what's his physique?!" Xu Zhiwei asked happily.
The old man shook his head.
"Senior brother, I can't tell what kind of physique it is, but this bone, this pulse, tsk tsk, if possible..." The old man said gloomily, but stopped talking.
Xu Zhiwei paused, then waved the disciple behind him to go out. He looked at the old man and said, "Senior brother, what do you mean?"