Killing God

Chapter 292 Rich Apprentice

After standing like this for a while, the invisible but compelling power finally calmed down. The wind stopped and the trees were quiet, a few fallen leaves turned over, and the birds hummed clearly and sweetly, and the white beard and hair of Old Man Pu silently exhaled a voice. In his tone, his expression suddenly seemed to be somewhat depressed. Please search (%￥￥) to see the most complete! The fastest novel

He was silent, and slowly stepped forward to the stone gate of the cave mansion. With a flash of aura in his hand, the heavy stone gate made a rumbling and low voice, and slowly moved to the side.

Old Man Pu looked at the empty cave house that gradually appeared in front of him, and suddenly he cursed in a low voice, which sounded a bit of disdain, and mumbled: "Smelly boy, you little Ningyuan Realm cultivator, what good things can I have and leave all the spiritual materials to the old man, do you think the old man can see it, his brain must be broken...broken..."

His voice was getting lower and lower, and finally he could no longer hear him, and then he sighed silently, holding his hands, and walking in.

The Dongfu on Jinhong Mountain, except for those specially prepared for the real masters of the Yuan Dan realm, the Dongfu where most of the disciples live is similar in layout, so Old Pu's eyes swept the Dongfu familiarly and found himself as an apprentice. The accommodation is surprisingly clean and concise, at least in the living room outside, there is not much excess.

"Pauper." Old Man Pu snorted, but the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch slightly, and after standing for a while, he walked inside.

The bedroom is very simple at the same time, everything is arranged in an orderly manner. It can be seen that Shen Shi is a very organized person in normal life. He just stands at the door and looks at the living space, as if he is watching. In the old days, Shen Shi walked and lived here.

There was a trace of sadness in Old Man Pu's eyes, he slowly turned around, and walked to the storage room not far from the bedroom.

In the huge storage room, most of the places are empty. Except for the neatly arranged storage bags on the stone shelf on one side, there are no rare treasures in the other places. It feels empty and bleak. Old Man Pu came in, rolled his eyes, and muttered: "Smelly boy..." But before he could say anything, he suddenly saw two wine jars in a corner of this room.

Old Man Pu frowned, walked over and picked up an altar at random, patted the wine cork, and suddenly a mellow wine scent spread out, with an intoxicating breath. Old Man Pu raised his head and took a big sip, the wine poured into his throat, and the wine was scented, but for some reason, he slowly lowered his head:

"Smelly boy, you even dared to hide the good wine secretly. Looking back, the old man didn't interrupt your leg."

He just drank it alone for a while, then turned around, walked randomly to the stone shelves, glanced at the storage bags, picked up one lightly, and muttered to himself: " Is there any good thing, isn't it just a pauper, I just want to write that big piece of nonsense, thinking that the old man will pity you, really stupid...eh?"

Suddenly, Old Man Pu's face changed slightly, and the hand holding the storage bag suddenly tightened. After indulging for a moment, he suddenly turned his hand over, and then he heard a clacking sound, pouring out like running water from the storage bag, and a large number of strange pieces of meat of various sizes, large and small, were directly in Pu The ground piled up in front of the old man.

Old Man Pu leaned over and picked up a small piece of meat, took a closer look, then put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes, and he whispered: "This is... …Dragon meat?” Then he seemed to think of something again, and turned around with a whirr, his eyes fell on the other storage bags on the stone shelf.

"Wow, wow, wow, wow..."

Sounds like running water reverberated endlessly in this storage room, and more and more pieces of meat swarmed out of those storage bags, piled higher and higher on the ground, it looked like it was A hill, like a big river with rising water, is about to flood the space of the house.

The astonishment on Old Man Pu’s face grew more and more, as if he had seen something incredible, but when he was clutching the last two storage bags, he suddenly did not continue to pour, but instead felt his mind. Entering it and sweeping, then the corner of his eyes twitched again, and he whispered: "It's all dragon blood..."

Then, his gaze swept across the shocking scene in front of him, his lips trembled slightly, and he couldn't say a word for a long while. After a long time, he grabbed the wine jar that fell on the ground, walked out of the storage room slowly, and sat down by the stone table in the living room.

He raised his head, drank a long sip of wine, and then was in a daze. I don't know how long he had passed before Old Man Pu suddenly patted the tabletop, his voice was low and he looked a little annoyed and said:

"Damn, this stinky boy, actually has more money than Lao Tzu..."

Tianhong City, the demonic underground palace.

Shen Shi, who was sitting on the stone platform concentrating on cultivating the Yin-Yang curse, suddenly shook his body, his breath was slightly disturbed, he let out a sigh of relief, and slowly opened his eyes.

Huang Ming, who was not far from him, looked over and said, "What's the matter?"

Shen Shi frowned and said: "Weird, I have been cultivating well just now. Suddenly my mood is a little restless, and my spiritual power is also a bit messed up, but it's not a big deal. Maybe it's because I practiced for too long before and I was a little tired."

Huang Ming carefully looked at Shen Shi's face, then nodded and said: "It should be so, just take a rest."

Shen Shi agreed, stood up, walked back and forth, and moved his body at the same time.

This underground Demon Emperor Hall was gloomy and gloomy, but after coming here twice, staying for such a long time, these so-called gloominess have long been accustomed to Shen Shi. He glanced around and suddenly remembered that he had been practicing for a long time this time, that fox should be hungry.

Just remembering this, and looking around, Shen Shi did not see the fox, but Shen Shi was not in a hurry. Although the fox was useless, it was still clever and clever, and cunning, afraid of death. Since last time After encountering a wandering ghost outside the Demon Emperor Hall and almost being eaten, it dared not leave the hall for a while.

But where is it hiding right now?

Shen Shi swept his eyes around, but still didn't see the figure of the fox, he walked along the stone platform, and at the same time reached out into the wishful bag and found a piece of dried meat. At this time, I only need to ask about the smell of dried meat. The fox will jump out immediately.

There are no exceptions today.

"Yo-yo-yo..." A cry of surprise suddenly sounded from the other side of the coffin on the stone platform, and then the bald fox came out from the other end of the coffin and kept shouting at Shen Shi.

Shen Shi smiled slightly and threw the meat to it. The fox grabbed it in one bite, and then lay on the ground and chewed it. Shen Shi turned around and prepared to go back to Huang Ming's side, but when he left, a strange feeling passed in his heart. Isn't this fox afraid of the coffin in front of him? Why did he often run to the stone platform recently? Playing near this coffin?

It's just that it's not a big deal, maybe it's because the fox is used to the environment here, Shen Shi didn't think much, and quickly walked back, leaving only the fox feasting on the ground here. At the same time, when Shen Shi walked away, on the coffin wall not far behind the fox, suddenly there was a strange purple-black pattern that slowly lit up. The light was not too bright, but it slowly became A round and fuzzy shadow, in the gloomy darkness, looked like an eye pupil, quietly looking at the fox not far in front.

The fox took a bite, swallowed the last piece of meat, felt full alone, and felt happy. He snorted twice. After thinking about it, he slowly walked to the side of the coffin and lay down, narrowing his eyes, as if he wanted to sleep. By this time, it seemed to have completely stopped fearing the coffin.

The dark eyes looked at the fox quietly. After a while, the light faded and the fuzzy eyes disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

(Go home by train:))