MTL - Flower Demon’s Inn-Chapter 12 Shi Quan Da Bu Tang Malicious

The spoon is definitely Junjie, because she is very knowledgeable about current affairs, and when she sees the two swords stretched out, she retreats silently to the wall and squats to watch them fight.

I saw the sky and the earth suddenly change color, and instantly the tartars were showing their original shape, covered with armor scales, with a long tail tip like a thorn, holding a blue scimitar, cold and horrifying, with a fierce appearance, and a trembling spoon shaking.

The real body of that dragon is also very domineering. Its shape is much longer than that of the Tatars. The golden scales are like the sun and their looks are magnificent. With a low roar, he saw a blast of wind, and the blowing cloud covering the earth, the sun and the moon were dark.

The spoon moved back, and when they saw that they didn't notice it, they moved back again. Seeing that they could jump off the wall and leave quietly, they saw that the fat man raised his hand and held her in place. They, take care of you again. "

After that, the spiritual wall with a little smell of the sea smashed, and the spoon was not happy yet, and saw a dragon hood again. Well, substitutions and imprisonment!

Tall Dragon sneered: "I want to take people away from us, delusion!"

The Tatar was furious, clenched his swords, and hurled at the dragon with a roar. Unwilling to show weakness, the dragons flew to the left and right, and fireballs flew one by one.

Spoon hung his knees and looked at the red and white intersection in the sky. When they were about to hit, they raised their hands to poke the spiritual wall. Calming, the palm of the hand gradually exposed a green branch, getting longer and longer, and there was a little resistance in the dragon's air hood until it stopped. She twisted her eyebrows again, held it hard, and the Bi pole was an inch longer, and the squeezed canopy deformed.

The Dragon race is indeed a beast of God, and even the world set by hand is so difficult to deal with. The pressure on the spoon was very high, and there was no time to wipe the sweat on the forehead. It also gave five points of strength, and the hands were almost soft. Then I heard a soft "snoring". She breathed a sigh of relief, slowly jumping off the wall, ready to return to the inn from the underground.

Whoever wanted to land, saw a huge figure printed on the ground, looked up, and scared her to take three steps. The short dragon slammed to the ground, the ground shook three times, the ground cracked three inches, and threw the spoon full of mud. Before she could take a step, a loud noise came from behind, the wall collapsed and the skinny man was shot down.

She swallowed, hesitating whether to take a step, what to do if someone fell down, and still had to go this way. Just take a step and count a step, just stepped, slap, slap, the weapon fell from the sky, the fat cypress and the tall dragon both knocked each other to the ground.

Spoon looked at the dragon on the ground, and decided to give himself a name-a leg killer.

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The demon in the backyard of the inn enjoyed the morning dew while watching the distant places in the distance, discussing whether there was any good show. After watching the evil spirit dissipate for a while, I saw the spoon carrying a big bag and jumping off the inn roof.

The tired waist of the spoon was bent, and the bag was thrown to the ground. There was a painful groan from inside, and Brother Cypress was shocked and stuttered: "Boss, boss, do you want to be dissatisfied with a good family man returning?"

Spoon gave him an oblique glance, Xin Niang raised her leg and said, "Oh ~ disappear ~", Brother Bai Shu was taken to the sky again.

The demons swallowed: "What is the boss here?"

Spoon sighed: "Climb, let Dragon God and Little White Snake come over."

Climbing the vine: "Observe."

She lifted her hand and scraped it out of the air. The demon turned into a knife and cut the bag. The four were compressed by a spoon and trapped in a bud, only a head was exposed, which was very funny. The round buds were placed on the ground and manually moved, but they could not fall down one after the other, and the living body was tumblers.

Dragon God's face is not as pale as when he first arrived, and his steps are more powerful. The little white snake followed him, walking as slowly as he was, cautious, not at all like the careless snake demon.

As soon as the two men came out, the demon sighed, and the black and white impermanence appeared again.

Dragon God walked to the front, and without waiting for the spoon to open, he stared at the four people on the ground with complete eyes: "I didn't expect to come so fast."

Little white snake worshipped: "Sister Spoon, you caught them all at once, I can't even beat their fingers."

The spoon humbly said, "They killed each other and couldn't get up, and then I packed them all back."

Everyone has a black line on their faces. In fact, the truth of such a damaging image cannot be said. Little White Snake thought hard, and her eyes lightened: "It's very powerful to be able to carry these big fat men back to the spoon sister!"

The spoon ripped at the corner of her mouth, and said to her that she was not afraid of being beaten. Facing Long Shen's cold-faced dregs, she silently sighed that the little white snake could move such a facial paralyzed man. Also, where is the cuteness of Long Shen ... No, now is not the time for cranky thoughts, she is right: They know that I am from the Tongfu Inn, and they suspect you are here. I'm afraid they will go back to ventilate and report, so I took them back after thinking about it. "

Little white snake clenched his hand tightly: "Can't stay any more."

Dragon God closed his eyes slightly and pondered a bit before he said, "It will take seven days to recover half. If they leave at this time, they will be discovered immediately."

The little white snake frowned, and her head lighted up. "Let Sister Spoon do more tonic soup?"

Long Shen's face turned pale, he looked down at her, and spit his words firmly: "Don't."

Spoon asked, "If your injury is healed, will you leave immediately?"

Dragon God said: "It's not to involve you, but now they will follow this and leave you involved. When the injury is over, I will explain to both sides."

The spoon nodded: "I see, you go back to the room first."

She just jumped into the kitchen. Whoever wanted the smoke to fill it, she coughed a few times, raised her hand to set the smoke, and then vaguely saw someone stir frying in front of the stove.

"Spoon."

The spoon walked over, "Treasurer, what are you doing?"

The student smiled: "Don't you see the fried vegetables?"

Spoon glanced at the lumpy mass in the pot, embarrassing: "Really ... I didn't see it."

Almighty scholars ca n’t even cook or rush horses. It really is a big thing, is it a model of doing little things? The spoon took the shovel: "What the shopkeeper wants to eat, let me make it for you."

The scholar seriously said, "Green vegetables."

"Ok."

The quiet spoon was clearly abnormal, and the scholar asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"No." The spoon pushed him. "The shopkeeper goes out."

The scholar paused without asking. As soon as he left, the spoon fried a dish of vegetables and took it out to serve him with porridge. Back in the kitchen, clean the big iron pan and put a large spoonful of water. Wait for it to boil, slowly luck, condensed the demon qi in Dantian.

When the body was too weak to stiffen, it bent slightly, and a red, round, finger-sized bead fell lightly on the palm. She looked for a while, raised her hand and threw it into the pot. Seeing that it was about to fall into the water, she saw a white hand reaching out to catch the bead.

The spoon looked up sharply, and saw a yellow Chanqiu chrysanthemum, almost did not pull out the knife: "Give me back my bead!"

Qiuju chuckled, and clenched her not to give her: "Cultivate two hundred years into a demon bead and heal the dragon god's suit? How can there be such a stupid person in your world? Peony medicine is rarely a spiritual one. You have lived so long. Is it worth it for a broken inn? Your demon bead can stop the plague and reduce one hundred poisons. It is too wasteful to serve one person now. "

The spoon was still staring at her. "It's worth it. This is the inn that Grandpa wants me to guard."

"The old treasurer didn't even know that you existed!"

The spoon stunned and his voice was firm: "I was saved by my grandfather. If he hadn't planted me in the backyard, he would have been eaten by a bird demon on the mountain. I went to steal it, but he didn't blame me and gave it back to me. Eat, give me a name. Now that Grandpa is gone, I want to be optimistic about the inn, optimistic about what's wrong with my home ... you return the bead to me, and return me. "

Qiu Ju couldn't understand her thinking. This kind of broken inn had 50 or 50 in town. As a monster, it was a thing to protect mortals. It was an insult to the monster: "You are a fool! Give you back, If you love to save this broken place, save it. I'm too lazy to care. "

After all, shoved the demon bead into her hand and returned to the flower bed angrily.

Spoon looked at the bead, closed her eyes, and threw it into the hot water. The crimson demon bead melted into the water instantly, but it was not stained with red water, but it was even more clean, like Tianquan living water, which was contained in the basin and clear and flawless.

He stepped out carefully and walked upstairs, why every step was so heavy, it seemed like he had held it for 200 years.

The student leaned against the cashbox and looked up slightly at the back of the spoon. He didn't even expect that the spoon would use such a decisive method. Looks stupid ... Think about it, still stupid. But it's stupid to be distressing and not annoying. In the end, we still have to get involved in this matter. Although the Dragons and Tatars are very troublesome, letting the spoon sacrifice Xiu to do such abusive things, he is unwilling.

Holding a large pot of soup in his spoon, he knocked on the door with a hand, "Xiaobai opened the door."

After waiting for a while, she knocked again: "Dahei opens the door."

"... it doesn't seem good to give people a nickname."

"Oh ... it fits them ..." Spoon blinked, looking to the side, almost holding her back, "tall, tall."

The master's face is still handsome, and the faint radiance still feels reliable. The spoon was fascinated, and it was over. What is the rhythm of the uneasy rhythm recently: "Master, what are you doing here?"

Then the door opened. Little White Snake poked his head: "I was just bandaging the wound." His eyes were raised upwards, and he met the Supreme Man. The scared face was all white, his anger was gone, and his teeth were "What are you doing!"

The senior smiled and rolled his sleeves: "Come and cure people."

The spoon paused: "Do you mean ... can you heal the dragon god?"

The master nodded, "Yes."

"So ..." Spoon lowered his head and looked at the soup in his arms. The face drew, "I need to drink this whole bowl of soup to get it repaired ?!"

Master's eyes were deep and slightly sympathetic, and his voice felt the same heavy: "Yes."

The spoon suddenly felt the deep maliciousness from Shiquan Dabu Tang ...