Seeing the porcelain bottle in Sui Zimo's hand about to stuff it into his mouth, he turned his head and gritted his teeth to resist.
But how could Sui Zimo let him get what he wanted? He stepped on his feet and left Old Master Chen with no strength to raise his hand. He then stretched out his empty hand and pulled his head over.
"Very, cough cough."
All the potions in the entire porcelain bottle were poured into Mr. Chen's mouth.
After a moment, when Sui Zimo stood up and let go of his feet, he saw Mr. Chen covering his face with both hands, rolling on the ground, and howling with ghosts and wolves.
"What...what's the case, what's wrong with him?"
Mo Tong looked at Old Master Chen's painful appearance and couldn't help but tremble and asked.
Why did she feel that after Mr. Chen was forced to take some medicine, she was about to melt? Is this her illusion?
"It's nothing, it's just a potion that makes him reveal his true form, it's nothing." Lin Caisang Feng explained lightly.
However, it was precisely because of this explanation that the bell beside him gasped.
She didn't know what Lin Caisang ate for Mr. Chen, but judging from Mr. Chen's current situation, he was clearly about to show the original body of the ghost clan.
I couldn't help but look up and glanced at the sky that had not yet darkened.
When people from the Ghost Clan arrive at the Human Clan, they will automatically switch to the Human Clan form. In this regard, the Ghost Clan, the Demon Clan and the Spirit Clan are the same.
She had never heard of any kind of potion that could make the human form of the ghost clan disappear and return to its original body. What consequences would this ghost clan restore its original body in the human clan?
She is really unimaginable.
Old Master Chen was still rolling in pain, but his body had begun to dissipate a faint black air, and his whole body became a little black, and even his clothes began to turn black.
"I will avenge myself sooner or later, you guys will wait!"
While his body was in great pain, he was still making harsh words to Lin Caisang and Sui Zimo in his mouth.
He has never suffered such pain in his life. He just wanted to remove the bones in his body and rebuild them. What else is more painful than now?
there is none left.
"I won't lose, I won't lose, Mo Tong!"
As if he suddenly remembered something, he swept his vicious eyes towards Mrs. Chen, endured the pain on his body, stretched forward with one hand, and rushed towards Mrs. Chen.
"Depend on!"
Lin Caisang couldn't help but curse.
I thought about raising my hand and rolled back Mr. Chen with the Feng Ling Whip. Then I remembered that my Feng Ling Whip had already lent it to her brother Mo Lian.
Just when she was anxious, she saw the wind whip in Sui Zimo's hand sweep towards Old Master Chen, then directly pulled him back and then slapped him heavily on the ground.
"I'm dead and want to harm others!"
He was really shocked by the toughness of Mr. Chen, the "little grass". He stepped on his chest like a slight ink.
"Or, while you are not dead, tell us what you have done over the years. Maybe we can relieve you of the pain? Hum?"
She raised her eyebrows at Old Master Chen and suggested.
"You...you can't imagine!"
How could Mr. Chen behave like Lin Caisang's wish? He gritted his teeth and turned his head away.