"Oh." Huntian raised his hand and slapped He Xinda's head neatly.
Without any resistance, and not even full of regret or reluctance like Cao Fangyi and others, He Xinda just smiled foolishly and turned into nothingness. Perhaps, for him, this was actually a kind of relief.
"Have you not eaten meat for hundreds of years? Why don't you play tooth-beating? He doesn't know how to do it and has no resentment. The meat shouldn't be sour, right?" Gu Yeyu asked strangely.
"Oh, he is a little older, he is too fleshy." Huntian replied.
"It seems that you have eaten a lot of human flesh, but you are very experienced." Gu Yeyu nodded, his eyes wandered around Huntian, and said thoughtfully.
He stared at this meaningful gaze, Huntian's hair was standing upright, and suddenly he thought of a question: Although Cao Fangyi and others hated Gu Fenghua to the core, they actually fell into it before they could do anything to her.
The end of the corpse is scattered and the body is gone.
I almost used his precious sister to sacrifice to the Wudian Temple, what would the end?
"Ahem, actually, I have never eaten human flesh, nor have I really thought about eating human flesh." Huntian said embarrassedly, smiling even more flatteringly.
"Oh, then where did you get the experience?" Gu Yeyu asked.
"I heard from Taotian that it is the Taotie. You know, that guy is a foodie and eats everything. It tells me that the little girl has the most delicious skin and tender flesh. If her qualifications are good, her essence and blood will be more important.
It's a big tonic." Huntian explained.
"So that's it. Then I'll ask him for advice another day." Gu Yeyu smiled, but the smile made her even more terrifying.
"Brother, I really want to betray you. There is really no way. You should mourn yourself." Huntian was so scared that he trembled and secretly observed silently for his good brother in his heart.
The gate opened, and several disciples of Zhengyang Taoist Mansion guarding outside the gate subconsciously wanted to salute, but when they looked closely, they found that what they came out was not the Fujun and the Fuzheng, but a few strange faces.
Subconsciously, several people reached their hands to the hilt of the sword at the same time. Then, their expressions changed drastically.
An invisible aura suppressed them tightly. Not to mention drawing the sword, they could not even move their fingers at all.
Fortunately, these people ignored them at all, and didn't even look at them, and flew away as soon as they left the door.
Until their figures disappeared into the sky, several Zhengyang disciples breathed a sigh of relief, and then they realized that their bodies were soaked in cold sweat.
"Who are they?" a young disciple asked tremblingly.
"Maybe, maybe it's the old friend of several adults?" Another disciple said with a guess.
While speaking, the few people turned their heads and looked into the house, but they did not see the figures of the Duke, the Duke and the Duke's masters and the Duke's supervisor.
"Come here, come here quickly. Lord Fujun, the two officials, and Lord Fujian's natal god cards were broken, all broken!" At this moment, someone came from afar and panic, with him.
A crying shout.
In front of the door, several disciples subconsciously looked at the direction where the figures disappeared, and at the same time they staggered and sat on the ground.
...
In Qingyuan Dao Mansion, a deep valley suddenly sounded a clear whistle.
Before the clear roar fell, another clear roar sounded, and soon, another sound was heard.
Four clear roars rose and fell one after another, echoing among the valleys for a long time.