Mysterious World, I Have Special Understanding

The house is as bright red as blood, and the raised corners on the eaves look like a pair of weird ears.

The old monk Lingyu, Chen Zhu, and Wang Hua were tied up under the eaves at this moment.

They were seriously injured, and their acupoints were stuck by a few strange black needles, and they couldn't even move a trace of true energy.

The three of them had the illusion that they were like three pieces of bacon being dried.

Chen Zhu's face was ashen, and he said with emotion: "Thinking that I, the whitest and most handsome existence among the three generations of disciples of Chen Zhu's Artifact Sect, was plotted against by a shameless villain, and I will die soon."

Wang Hua said pitifully: "Brother, I don't want to die yet."

The old monk Lingyu murmured: "Amitabha, I'm afraid Ji Shaoxia will not escape this catastrophe. It's my old body who killed him."

Hearing this, the three of them sighed together.

At this moment, the purple-robed woman came out from inside, and she couldn't help but let out a mocking sneer.

The old monk Lingyu who had high hopes for Ji Que has now accepted his fate.

He thinks that Ji Que can wrestle with the envoy Finger, provided that Ji Que is prepared and able to confront Finger in a fair and honest manner.

It's a pity that this finger is not only powerful, but also very good at playing tricks.

Wang Hua failed to escape, and Zhitou pretended to be her. They could basically predict Ji Que's ending.

But there is an extra piece of "bacon" on the side.

The reason why they are still alive is because the wild god wants to eat alive, and it is not yet time to sacrifice.

For a moment, the three of them were a little disheartened.

Of course, it's more aggrieved.

Especially Chen Zhu and Wang Hua, two senior brothers and sisters, were extremely aggrieved.

To be murdered to death without even using one's real ability is more uncomfortable than being forcibly fed shit.

At this time, the purple-robed woman had already walked over.

Wang Hua and Chen Zhu became tense all of a sudden, their bodies couldn't help shaking.

Half of this purple-robed girl's face was extremely beautiful, while the other half of her face had terrible rotten sores. Flies would hover around her rotten face from time to time, making her look rather horrifying.

The reason why Wang Hua and Chen Zhu trembled was because this woman's heart was not much better than her rotten face.

She enjoys torturing people.

Chen Zhu saw the other party walking towards his junior sister, and couldn't help but said: "There is a kind of attack on me, why do women make things difficult for women."

Wang Hua hurriedly said: "My brother is right, you torture him, don't make things difficult for me."

Monk Lingyu said, "If you want to rush at an old monk, it's not worth having the same knowledge as a child."

"I'll come." Chen Zhu hurriedly said.

"I'll come." Monk Lingyu said.

For a moment, the two were scrambling to be the first, those who didn't know thought they were being rewarded.

The next moment, the woman in purple grasped a black needle on Chen Zhu's chest, twisted it, and Chen Zhu's face twisted in pain.

"You are so active, do you like this taste very much?" The purple-clothed woman said like a cat playing with a mouse.

Chen Zhu was tied there, and suddenly felt that his whole body was being cut into pieces, his nose and tears flowed down, and he said hoarsely: "No, you should go and get the master, I can't do it."

The old monk Lingyu sighed and said, "Xiao Chen can't take it anymore, let the old monk come."

The girl in purple laughed, showing her white teeth, and said, "Don't worry, we can go together."

As she spoke, she pressed her right hand on a black needle on the old monk's shoulder, and twisted together.

The old monk's face turned red all of a sudden, as if about to bleed, but he still gritted his teeth and didn't cry out.

On the other hand, Chen Zhu really couldn't bear it.

Seeing this, Wang Hua shouted, "Let go of my brother, come to me!"

"Don't worry, it's the same for you."

At this time, the purple-clothed woman stretched her legs, clamped a black needle on Wang Hua's towering chest with her toes, and twisted.

This time, Wang Hua burst into tears in pain.

Seeing the painful expressions on the faces of the three, the purple-clothed woman couldn't help showing a happy smile.

A few flies buzzed over and landed on her rotten face.

She ignored it, and her expression became more and more cheerful.

It seems that there is nothing more pleasant in the world than this.

Chen Zhu's entire face was distorted in pain. He really wanted to faint, but he couldn't.

His bottom line is not to be pulled in the crotch in pain.

Men, you still need face.

But he felt that he couldn't hold on anymore.

"I'm really happy to see you like this." The purple clothed woman mocked.

As a result, at this moment, the wild grass in the distance suddenly moved, and a spherical object flew towards it suddenly, making a mournful sound of breaking through the air.

The girl in purple who was enjoying herself turned her head, and her pupils shrank into two pitch-black dots in an instant.

There was a bang, as if a thunderbolt had landed on the ground.

The spherical thing roared and hit the purple-clothed woman's legs, bringing out a very clear sound of bone and flesh shattering.

The change came so abruptly that Monk Lingyu and the three of them opened their mouths wide open, and their saliva flowed down like silk.

In their line of sight, the woman in purple was suddenly attacked, her legs were broken, bent, and shattered visibly with the naked eye, making extremely unpleasant noises.

Then her whole body spun violently in the air like a stinky skin raft, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Both legs of the purple-clothed woman were completely broken, and she fell to the ground, screaming and vomiting blood in pain, while showing a terrified expression.

It wasn't until this moment that she realized what it was that hit her.

It was a person, but it was hard to call it a person.

The man's neck and waist should have been broken, his head was stuck in his crotch, his hands and feet were mixed together, and he looked like a cuju made of meat.

Seeing the head stuck in the crotch, the face of the purple-clothed woman couldn't help shaking violently, and the flies escaped from her face.

She recognized that face, God made His Excellency have three faces, and that was the most vicious side.

But now the most vicious god envoy, who was made into a meatball, flew towards her and severely injured her?

At this time, the powerful vitality of the God Envoy has become a burden, because even so, he has not completely died, and his face is full of pain and despair.

The girl in purple almost stopped breathing.

Since she was a child, she has done many things to stop children from crying, such as cutting off the hands and feet of her parents and younger brother's family who abandoned her, cutting them like human sticks, and throwing them at home to starve to death.

But this time, it was her who was afraid.

At this time, a figure dressed in a scholar's robe appeared in sight.

Even at a distance, you can still see that kind of handsomeness that makes you feel like a spring breeze.

The purple-clothed woman felt great fear, but the three Lingyu monks who watched this scene were so excited that tears filled their eyes.

"Master, are you okay?"

Looking at the old monk hanging there like a piece of old bacon, Ji Que asked.

"Amitabha, the old monk is fine."

"My mother, Ji Que is a hero, and he is so handsome!" Wang Hua said with eyes shining and drooling at the corners of her mouth.

Chen Zhu's face turned green, and said: "Junior Sister, although this is your true feelings, you may have to show it in front of my face, it makes me very uncomfortable."

Immediately, he was drooling, looked at Ji Que, and said excitedly: "Ji Quexia, I like you!"

At this time, Ji Que had already walked over, and replied: "I'm sorry brother, I don't like men very much for now."

"Master, what should I do?"

"Young man, just pull out the black needle on us."

At this time, the purple-clothed woman had long since lost any fighting spirit. She grabbed the ground with her hands, dragged her limp legs, and walked like flying, trying to escape.

Chen Zhu and the others had their black needles pulled out and they were released.

Wang Hua excitedly said: "Ji Quexia, that woman wants to escape!"

Ji Que was about to step up to chase after him, but Chen Zhu jumped out all of a sudden, and said excitedly: "Young man, let me do this kind of trivial matter!"

As he spoke, he staggered into the house, and then rushed out stepping on a coffin board.

So while everyone was watching, the girl in purple, who was walking like flying hands, was hit by a flying coffin board in an instant, and flew into the grass screaming.

"Damn mother-in-law, take your life!"

Chen Zhu jumped down like a ferocious tiger and rushed in.

The grass swelled for a while, and the weeds fell, and then there was Chen Zhu's cry for help—"Ah! Junior sister help me, she bit my toe!".

Ji Que: "."

Monk Lingyu: "."

Wang Hua clutched her chest and said angrily, "Senior brother, can you stop being so embarrassing!"

As she said that, she also stepped on a "coffin board" and rushed over.

Looking at this scene, Ji Que couldn't help asking: "Master, are your two friends selling coffins?"