Is my master a villain?Don't worry, I'll show it off first

Chapter 334 The girl’s fart smells a bit (Added)

He knew that this person's flute was weird, so he had to knock it off first. Jing Xian endured the pain and angina and swung his claws again.

This time he was sure that he would not make random turns again.

However, accidents are always surprising. Somehow, the claws suddenly turned around and grabbed his scalp. This time Jing Xian knew that he couldn't pull hard, even if his brain was already yelling at him to force his claws out. Coming down, he bit the tip of his tongue and regained some clarity.

"Oh, it is indeed a demon song!" I still want to trick him into hurting myself, but I can't. Why can't he even control himself when he is the majestic leader of the Yin Fourth Palace?

"Ah -" It hurt so much, Jing Xian screamed, tears rolling down.

He obviously didn't pull the steel claw, who did it?

Three or four of his men grabbed the steel claws and pulled them down, still shouting slogans: "One-two-hard, one-two-hard!"

Jing Xian's scalp was removed in this way. All the hair on his head fell off along with the scalp, and blood rolled down his eyebrows like a waterfall.

He was about to faint from the pain, and he raised his legs and kicked several of his men around him away.

"Idiot, who told you to get into trouble?"

"Ah - hurry up, the palm user has been grabbed by the hair by the monster, we have to kill the monster!"

The men who were kicked away didn't seem to notice the pain. They turned over and got up. They raised their swords, spears and swords and slashed at Jing Xian's head one after another.

Jing Xian's scalp was sore and numb, and he was sweating profusely when he saw this scene.

It turns out that all his people have been bewitched. Who is this man? He sits there all the time without moving, and yet he can take care of him and his men so easily?

"Your Excellency, please stop bragging. You can listen to whatever you like. I'm sorry for bothering you!"

He stretched out his arms and flew two miles away with his bloody head on his head.

When he returned to Yin Fourth Hall and saw the then master of the hall, he was about to cry.

After narrating, the palace master analyzed to him the identity of the person he saw.

"A mysterious flute in hand, green robe with jade hairpin, that is the standard attire of Yan Mo, the domain lord of Kunlun Snow Region, the proud disciple of Master Qu Xun.

In so many years, he is the only music cultivator to come out in the world of cultivation. His strength is extremely terrifying. How did you mess with him?

From now on, let’s walk around! "

Jing Xian cried and applied ointment, fully expecting her hair to grow back, but as a result, her hair never grew back.

Not only did his hair not grow back, but he also had nightmares for fifty years. It was Yan Mo who held the flute and played beside him without even looking at him. His face was covered with blood and he woke up in panic.

So in these years, he didn't like to look in the mirror. Not only did he not look in the mirror, he also asked people to destroy all the mirrors in the Fourth Yin Palace. When he saw his bald head, he would think of Yan Mo, and when he thought of Yan Mo, he would think of his perversion. Rhythm attack.

He had learned well and never provoked the cultivation sects west of Shengsehai. He did not provoke them because he was afraid of Yan Mo, but he would take other sects seriously if he did not show off.

Jing Xian cried angrily: "If it hadn't been for him, my long hair would still be there, and I wouldn't feel cold all the time in the winter. I'm even wearing mink furs. Do you know how I feel?"

Wan He was embarrassed: "Master, is it really you?"

"No, my teacher has been playing music and I haven't spoken to him from beginning to end.

I have never had any fight with him. As for everything he just said, he just fabricated it out of thin air. Why bother to accuse him? "

Yan Mo said it calmly, with a little bit of grievance added to it, making Jing Xian look at him for a moment: "Do you have any conscience in speaking like this?

Who doesn’t know that I, Jing Xian, had jet-black hair back then? Now look at it, the sun reflects sunlight and the moon reflects moonlight. My brothers don’t even need to illuminate it. I’m bright enough! "

Yan Mo looked at his head seriously: "Don't tell me, your head is quite valuable for this purpose. I wonder if it will be as round and shiny as my Xuan Shuang if it is tied up?"

Jing Xian trembled: "You still want to tie my head?

No, you want to kill me and pierce my skull, you, you are so perverted!

What kind of immortality do you practice? Are you cultivating demons?

You cultivate demons and I will make you the boss?

You are so crazy.

How cold it is..."

Wan He interrupted him: "Ahem, maybe you shouldn't just wear mink fur..."

Jing Xian agreed with her statement: "You are right, I should wear two more tiger skins, get leather gloves, leather pants, leather boots, and put more wool inside. Maybe it will be better..."

Wan He began to frown: "Is it possible that you just have a bald head, so it's just your head that's cold? Could you try wearing a mink hat?"

Jing Xian glared: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?

In this case, others won’t be able to see that I have no hair, right?

Not bad, not bad, Yan Mo, you are a good little disciple, you have enough brains.

How about it, would you like to follow my brother and me? Our practice of practicing magic is very simple and there are not so many rules and regulations? "

Yan Mo Xuan Flute turned: "Where did it just blow?"

Wan He took his hand and said, "Master, don't be anxious. Didn't you agree that I will come?"

She put the suona to her mouth. Jing Xian didn't know what was going on. After some communication, he was not as nervous as before. When he saw that she was holding a suona, he was not as scared as before.

"Little girl, stop making trouble, how can any music player use the suona?

I was scared by your master's mysterious flute just now, and I'm actually afraid of you playing the suona?

Don’t let your master’s reputation get ruined. Over the years, your master has been a music cultivator in the world of cultivation. Do you think anyone has that talent?

laugh--

Phew, I can’t help but laugh...here he comes! ! "

When Jing Xian heard the first sound, his chest suddenly wrinkled and hurt, and he couldn't hold back a mouthful of old blood, which spurted onto Huang Chengcheng's face with a loud sound.

Huang Chengcheng was so angry that his fists clenched. Without looking back, his fists were already sent to his face: "Did I tell you not to threaten people with me? Do you think they are afraid of you? Are they afraid of you?

You refused to listen, now it’s time to spray it on my face, do you know how disgusting it is?

Do you know how disgusting it is? ? ?

My mother, my mother...hum~"

Huang Chengcheng's chest rose and fell. Looking at Jing Xian who was holding her chest and bending over and backing away, she collapsed and disappeared.

Jing Xian was pitiful. Before he could wake up from the sound of Wan He's suona, he was so smoked by yellow farts that he rolled his eyes and fell unconscious.

When he woke up again, he had been tied up and thrown to the ground, with many of his brothers tied up around him.

"Palace Master, are you finally awake?"

Jing Xian said sadly: "She is a pretty girl, but why does her fart smell so bad?"

He is the majestic master of the Fourth Yin Palace. How come the Fourth Yin Palace is ranked fourth in the Demon Cave? His reputation as Jing Xian is very popular in the Demon Cave area, so he is very intimidating, okay?

If word spreads like this, he will be knocked unconscious by the fart, how can he still hang out when he goes back?

Gan, shame on you! ! !

"Palace Master, that is a weasel. Didn't you see that she had a tail when she hugged your legs?"

Jing Xian recalled: "What a fool, it's really a weasel, ah, it stinks to death!"

Weasels are easier to talk about. After all, not many normal people can bear the farts of weasels.