跶尨:……
I have never suffered such injustice.
But Chu Mudu had prepared the stage for him, and he had no choice but to continue singing.
If you're going to act, do it full-on.
He held the knife and swung it pretentiously: "You filthy beast, you dare to challenge me? Damn it!"
He glanced vaguely from a distance, as if he was looking into the eyes of the old god in front of the water curtain.
"It seems this thing has provoked our Lord God of Death." The God of Prescience chuckled, "But it's strange. Even with its divine power sealed, how can it still kill ghosts?"
"He's a killing god after all."
In terms of combat power, the one who attacked the temple was the one who was attacking, but the gods didn't think much of it.
"Compared to this, I care more about that ant named Fan Ji. I never thought that two years ago he was Chu Mu's dog, but two years later he has become so bold that he dares to go against the Temple!"
The God of Prescience took the opportunity to instigate, "Why is our God of Justice working with the ants who want to kill him?"
"We haven't contacted Chu Mu yet, how could he know."
The God of Prescience's kind smile paused for a moment: "Ah, that's true."
All the skeptical remarks stopped there, as the gods were not so idle as to be willing to stare at the water curtain at any time.
After a while, the area around the water curtain became empty.
As for the water curtain that suddenly turned black, the arrogant gods did not take it seriously.
Especially the indestructible Buzhou God, who had no idea that just a few minutes ago, Chu Mu had pulled out weapons from the strange fish that were enough to kill him.
…
Fan Ji held the broken knife and clearly felt the mysterious power attached to it.
"Master, this knife?"
Chu Mu glared at him: "What did you call me?"
"Little Master," Fan Ji smiled, "Look, I'm taller than you."
"You can't call me little master," Chu Mu corrected him seriously, "Master is master, how can it be small?"
Fan Ji's gaze swept towards Chu Mu's crotch lightly and quickly.
Chu Muyineng: "Where are you looking?"
"No."
Fan Ji didn't expect Chu Mu to care so much about this matter.
Although Xiao Chumu's was indeed not bigger than his, it was still quite impressive.
So he has always been worried about the size issue?
Fan Ji suddenly felt better.
The face of the girl was already more smelly than salted fish: "Chu Mu, aren't you hot? I'll take you to take a shower."
Chu Mu was not the only one who wanted to take a bath. When he heard that Qi Meng had discovered an underground spring in the cave, the people from Qizhenmen also went there.
This undoubtedly made him angry again.
"Sooner or later, we'll kill them all." The God of Killer held his knife and glared at everyone sinisterly.
…
After washing off the sweat and dirt on their bodies and changing into clean and refreshing clothes, everyone felt much more energetic and energetic.
It was already dark at this time, and the outside was no longer as unbearably hot as it was during the day. With the example of the broken knife in mind, Chu Mu couldn't wait to rush to Huaihua Town.
Fan Ji had no objection, and even if Fan Meng had an objection, he couldn't resist.
Ever since he saw Chu Mu killing the fish with his own eyes, this arrogant god of killing has fallen into self-doubt.
Chu Mu entered the temple late. When he picked up the Sword of Judgment, he was indeed able to sweep the temple, but without the power of judgment, he was a recognized weakling.
Chu Mu's boxing and kicking skills were taught by Qi Meng.
However, looking at the skill he showed in killing the fish just now, it was clear that he had experienced many battles.
But Chu Mu was right under his nose, and he couldn't explain it at all.
So, the stubborn God of Killing attributed the problem to his own lack of effort.
If the disciple surpasses the master, the master will definitely be unhappy, not to mention that the disciple of the master has always boasted that he has the disciple under his wing.
Qi Meng suddenly felt that he should indeed go out and gain some experience.
"Are there any monsters in Huaihua Town?"
After being silent for most of the night, the first question he asked was this.
"There are some," Chu Mu said with a gloomy look, "How many places on Zhuhua's land can we find that have not been invaded by strange creatures?"
"Let me make this clear first," said the man in a calm tone, but with a serious expression, "if we encounter any strange creatures, I will take action."
“???” Chu Mu was extremely surprised.
He turned his face away awkwardly: "I've been in the temple for so long that my bones have become loose."
He clenched his fists, looking determined to do something big.
Chu Mu quickly lowered his head, afraid that the other party would see his smirking expression.
Back then, he hid his strength because he was afraid that Qi Meng would see it and think too much. If he had known that it could have such a promoting effect, he would have provoked Qi Meng eight hundred years ago.
Fan Ji followed on the other side and saw the interaction between the two.
There was a gloating voice in his heart that kept stimulating him.
[Fan Ji, ah Fan Ji, you are such a coward, how can you tolerate this? ]
Fan Ji walked as usual, only the fingers hanging by his side trembled slightly.
[The God of Killing, Qi Meng, has known Chu Mu longer than you and has been with Chu Mu longer than you. If you weren't covered in Bai Yueguang's skin, what qualifications would you have to compete with him?]
Ling Yi was trapped in Fan Ji's consciousness space and did not miss any of Fan Ji's emotional fluctuations.
[If it was Chu Mu who had no memories, you could still use the same trick again, what a pity——]
[After Chuchu experienced those tragic eighteen lives, her perception of you must have been completely shattered, right?]
Fan Ji stopped, clenched his right fist, and the Buddhist beads bracelet that flashed with white light bound Ling Yi's consciousness layer by layer, crushing it to pieces with a bang.
[Tsk, I can’t afford this…]
The mocking voices disappeared, and Fan Ji continued to follow Chu Mu's footsteps.
How could he not care?
only--
If he is destined to die, what's wrong with leaving behind someone strong enough to take care of Chu Mu?
From Sanshiba Village to Huaihua Town, we traveled without stopping and arrived in the middle of the night.
They were all martial artists with fast running speed, and they arrived at the entrance of Huaihua Town before 1 a.m.
Huaihua Town has the best Huaihua wine in Zhuhua. Although it is a small town, every household lives a good life by making wine.
But tonight in Huaihua Town, there is no light on the deserted streets, and everywhere is dead.
"Is anyone else here?" Shunzi looked around, a little scared. "Why does it look like it's empty?"
"There's someone." Chu Mu looked towards a house not far away, "They're just hiding."
Fan Ji and Chu Mu exchanged glances and walked towards the house cautiously and quickly.
Ji Meng frowned and followed.
This made Chu Mule feel relieved.
Two gods from two different time periods wouldn't be so incompetent that even a mortal can't handle it.
"Are you human or ghost? Ouch——"
There was a brief noise in the house ahead, but silence soon returned.
Fan Ji stuck his head out and waved to Chu Mu.
After the last doorman entered the house, Fan Ji carefully closed the door again.
Pop.
Chu Mu polished a flint, and everyone could see the inside of the room clearly.
"This is……"
Chu Mu widened his eyes.
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