Seeing this guy being choked again, Mr. Li felt refreshed. He vaguely felt Tang Baihu's pleasure.
He raised the corner of his lips, leaned over and asked, "Speaking of which, your physique is also a bit strange. The surging vitality in your body seems to be no weaker than that of your junior sister?'
"Well……"
Hearing this, Tang Baihu was instantly frightened. Why the hell is this going around and around him?
What a joke!
How can you say this?!
"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first!"
Before he finished speaking, he made a few snaps and tried to run away from the Sutra Pavilion.
Li Laole was happy and didn't stop him. He just shouted at his back: "You brat, you can dig out the enemy's secrets, but for some secrets, just let them surface naturally!"
Such vague words made Tang Baihu stunned.
Yes, who doesn’t have some secrets?
"Don't worry, she is my junior sister, there is no way I can do anything to her!"
Tang Baihu shouted as he scratched the crack in the door.
Mr. Li pressed down his straw hat and said with a serious expression: "What I mean is, if she accidentally becomes your enemy in the future, don't be merciful."
Boom!
Tang Baihu fell directly to the ground. He turned around and looked at the old man, with three question marks gradually appearing on his face.
"Are you serious?"
Mr. Li didn't reply, waved his hand and stopped looking at him, saying: "Go!"
"What the hell?"
Tang Baihu frowned and walked down the stairs from the third floor of the Sutra Pavilion.
He always felt that the old man with a straw hat was sometimes serious and sometimes abnormal.
When you really think he gets better, this old man can always bring you some unexpected surprises.
"What does it mean to be an enemy and not be merciful..."
"Is this something a master can say?"
Shaking his head to get rid of distracting thoughts, Tang Baihu stopped thinking about it.
After all, he is an enigmatic old man who is really unpredictable!
Stepping through the door of the second floor, looking at the slightly familiar black light group, Tang Baihu arrived on the first floor.
The bookcases and desks that were accidentally burned that day have basically been repaired, and all have been protected by formations, obviously to prevent accidents from happening from within.
Thinking of the scene of desperately fighting the fire, Tang Baihu couldn't help but smile, and his mood became a little happy.
He stepped forward again, held the door of the Sutra Pavilion with his hand, and tried to push it open.
"Are you going out?"
In his thoughts, a voice suddenly appeared that did not belong to him at all, but the meaning of inquiry conveyed was particularly obvious.
Tang Baihu froze and turned his head to look sideways. In the corner of the doorway on the first floor, there was a round platform. Behind the round platform, an unkempt man would occasionally appear.
This person is always in the dark, and his face cannot be seen clearly. The only thing that can be noticed is his never-ending action of collecting the jade slips.
Yes, he was holding a jade slip in his hand, and even when he was asking questions at this moment, he was raising his head.
Tang Baihu had the "glazed Buddha's invisible eyes" and could see more clearly than others, but as soon as his attention was focused on this person, the picture became blurry.
Even so, he could still see that the thumbs of both hands of this man were broken off, with only eight fingers in total.
Even so, there was still no pause in the movements of his hands. As the dust was flying, the green jade slip in his hands became more and more spiritual.
"Yes, senior."
Tang Baihu bowed slightly stiffly.
The last time he saw this man, he came over to register after taking the "Corona Sky Fire", but the other man didn't say a word. At that time, he thought this guy was just a caregiver, or one of Mr. Li's alchemy boys.
kind.
But after entering the Sutra Pavilion for the first time many times, Tang Baihu realized that something was wrong.
This man is definitely not simple.
This kind of guy who stays in the Sutra Pavilion and never shows up is like a monk from a monastery who only sweeps fallen leaves with a broom. He must be the most awesome existence.
But even in the previous two "Jiying" invasions, he had never seen this man appear.
It's like an outsider who never interferes in worldly affairs.
But today, he actually took the initiative to talk to me?
That’s weird. Do you want to gain a sense of presence?
"Senior, do you have any orders?" Xu Xiaoshou carefully thought about the question he just asked, but he was still a little confused.
The two fingers merged, and spiritual energy was slowly injected into the light blue jade slip.
The air fell silent for dozens of seconds before the thought without any explicit symbol appeared in Xu Xiaoshou's mind again.
"Where to go?"
The corners of Xu Xiaoshou's mouth twitched, and his back molars squeaked.
I've been holding back my love for so long, and you just said these two words?
"Outside." He pointed to the door of Lingzang Pavilion, indicating if he could leave.
Even though this might be a big shot, it has nothing to do with him. Xu Xiaoshou doesn't expect the other person to like him and give him a chance.
It’s not necessary, and it’s probably a source of disaster!
After waiting for a long time, there was still no answer. Xu Xiaoshou felt that his back was cold with cold sweat.
Could it be that my reply was wrong?
Sure enough, this kind of boss likes to cherish words like gold and make people think wildly.
Xu Xiao had no choice but to think about this man's two sentences again:
"Are you going out?"
‘Where to go?
It was unclear that he was leaving Lingzang Pavilion, so why bother asking?
Or is it that what he wants to ask about is not the immediate departure? But what Mr. Sang asked for and what he agreed with Mu Zixi after ten days?
Xu Xiaoshou was a little surprised. He waited for a long time again and found that the man still had no intention of speaking, so he had to add: "Outside, the lower world."
The man paused with his fingers, then continued to pack the jade slips.
"Go ahead."
Another two short words, appearing directly in the form of thoughts.
Hearing this, Xu Xiaoshou's face turned dark instantly.
Looking at this situation, this guy just seemed to have forgotten himself!
Is this guy sick? He said nothing and left himself alone. After asking a few nonsense words, he forgot about the person?
"I……"
Xu Xiaoshou was full of slutty words and almost spewed them out, but luckily he stopped the car at the critical moment.
He looked at the man's eight fingers, trying to see clearly what jade slips he was packing, but the scene shown was hazy.
Even the "glazed Buddha's hidden eyes" can't see clearly!
"Is he really a big shot..."
His eyes moved up and landed on this guy's neck. Tang Baihu fell silent immediately.
Dimly, he could see that it was an extremely ferocious huge wound, falling directly on the aorta.
Even though it has been restored at this time, the traces left behind are still shocking.
Just by looking at the scar that covered almost half of his neck, you could tell how much pain this man had suffered.
The injury was so serious that he almost broke his neck. How could he recover?
"You're not a good person, so you can't criticize me. It's better to hide from me!"
Thinking secretly in his heart, Xu Xiaoshou swallowed his rude words and directly clasped his fists.
"Senior, farewell!"
After that, he opened the door and stepped towards the sunshine.
Snap!
The wooden door bounced back, and there was a moving straw hat in the darkness.
The dark-skinned Mr. Sang leaned against the door with an expressionless face, stared at the man for a long time, and finally said: "Didn't I ask you to go back first?"
"Buzz——"
The man stopped his movements and injected spiritual energy into the jade slip in his hand.
After the spiritual energy was injected, the jade slip emitted a light blue light, and he slowly raised his head.
His eyes were cloudy, and he had a pair of eyes that completely blended into the gloomy atmosphere.
He smiled widely and said in a hoarse voice: "You have to see what my half-apprentice looks like when he settles down."
Mr. Sang became furious instantly and roared: "That's my apprentice and has nothing to do with you!"
Bang!
The man said nothing, and with one finger like a sword, he directly pierced the top of the jade slip in his hand.
The moment the holes were formed, the jade slips bloomed with blue light, illuminating their faces with different expressions.
Sang Lao was silent looking at the sword pointing, and after a long time he sarcastically said: "This thing is useless, do you think that just like thousands of years ago, everyone will give you face?"
"It will always come in handy."
The man smiled and did not retort fiercely. He just gently placed the green jade slip on the table.
Boom!
The green light kept shining, providing a little brightness in such a dark corner.
Old Sang lowered his eyes and saw the pattern on it. It was a lifelike naked woman with a graceful figure and graceful charm.
Especially the sobbing look with his head down and his knees in his arms made me feel pity for him.
What adds a bit of weirdness to the picture are the heavy shackles on his limbs.
The chain stretches and spreads until it disappears at the boundary of the token, as if it is born from the roots of heaven and earth, and is an innate shackle to restrain the world.