"Take me to your lab!" The tree drags the spirit rope to get up, drags fan Qiuhe forward a few steps like dragging garbage, turns his head and glares at him angrily, "or do you want my lotus to search for your soul? Become an idiot like his mentor? "

He Jiao has become an idiot?

Fan Qiuhe jumped in his heart and said, "no wonder Yufu didn't respond! It turns out that this chess piece has been cut off!

Damn it

"You, what do you want to do?"

The tree can't help but say a heavy slap on fan Qiuhe's face, and there's a fierce look between his eyes and eyebrows! Let you go! "

"Bah!" Fan Qiuhe was anxious and angry, and his hands were tied, so that he could not use half his strength, so he could only lower his head and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The tree swung a stick on his stomach.

"Ow!" Fan Qiuhe was beaten like a shrimp and curled up, with a faint fear in his eyes.

This girl is really a madman!

Just look at her crazy means, I know that the dead girl doesn't know what she will do to him next.

Why hasn't my aunt come to save him? She has made such a big noise.

"Boom!" In the distance, the disciple of qingtianmen, bieyuan, burst out a fire.

Fan Qiuhe suddenly looked back and looked at the distance with a surprised face. "Hair, what happened? You devil! What have you done to them. "

"The people of the gate of heaven in the Qing Dynasty have chased me for many times. Do you think it is necessary for them to exist?" The tree looked at fan Qiuhe coldly, with an ironic look on his eyes. "Why do you pretend to be a little white rabbit at this time? Do you think you are innocent? "

"Arbor! You! "

"Shut up!" The tree didn't want to listen to his nonsense. He swung a stick on his back and back again.

These two moves were very fierce. Fan Qiuhe couldn't bear them, and a breath of blood gushed out immediately. The whole man rolled to the ground and curled up into a group of sobs.

"Pretend to be dead, stand up for me! Cowards. " In the eyes of the tree, there is no wave, but it is still cold. Without any pity, he stepped forward and kicked on the back of the man, "get up! Coward, get up! "

"Joe Joe." He hid for a while and watched for a long time. He hurriedly ran over, reached for the tree, which was almost out of control. He soothed him with a soft voice and said, "what's the gas with this villain? Just kill him."

"It's not that cheap." The tree's cold and fierce eyes fell dead on fan Qiuhe's face and said, "I want him to live! No Such as! Death! "

Fan Qiuhe suddenly turned his head, and a spirit sword with a life protecting mouth immediately came out of his mouth, flying to the front door of the tree like lightning.

Chen's eyes were sharp, and he didn't say anything to brush his sleeves.

"When!" The flying sword, like a piece of rubbish, was swept aside by him and plunged obliquely into the earth.

Fan Qiuhe, like a dead dog, collapsed on the ground.

Not even the power to fight back!

The little white snake, who had been lying quietly on the arbor's wrist, also raised its head abruptly, with big round eyes full of anger, and shot at fan Qiuhe.

"Hiss --"

the tree reached out and patted the head of the little white snake peacefully, and kicked fan Qiuhe heavily on the chest.

"Ah!" Fan Qiuhe let out a painful neighing, presumably his sternum was broken by the tree.