a feeling.

Damn your sister... Xu Xiaoshou wanted to curse loudly, but the Holy Emperor Dragon Scale in his mouth prevented him from completing such an action.

Knowing that the bottom was Guyin Cliff, which was a forbidden magic barrier, he was extremely nervous and completely restrained his spiritual energy to prevent the forbidden magic barrier from being triggered.

But the water ghost didn't give him a chance.

The dark blue water droplets shot out from his fingertips suddenly lit up between the sea of ​​clouds.

The light was very weak, only a faint wisp.

The spiritual power is also weak, just a trace.

But enough.

Xu Xiaoshou discovered in despair that the water ghost was just here to disgust people. He used the dark blue water droplets to trigger the forbidden enchantment.

"boom!"

There was a flash of light and a feeling of weightlessness invaded.

In the sea of ​​clouds between Guyin Cliff, there was no trace of anyone anymore, only an inarticulate curse lingering in the air:

"Bitch thief, you gave birth to a child without an asshole!"

The water ghost smiled and watched Xu Xiaoshou fall off the cliff, and thought of the phrase "evil will be punished". After all, he had witnessed Xu Xiaoshou kicking Weiye off the bottom of the cliff.

As for the curse...

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. I already have a son, and there is a high probability that I will only have one like this in my life, and there will be no more." The water ghost shook his head and laughed, stretched out his hand to push the golden mask, and turned his back to the sea of ​​clouds.

He suddenly felt melancholy, looking at the completely ruined scenery in front of him, as if he saw a future path without any direction to guide him.

Taking a step forward, the water ghost stopped and looked up at the sky.

"The task has been completed for you. Next, moths will fly into the flame one after another, and I will help you carry them.

"Then in the end, what answer will you give me, Bazun Shu..."

…

Temple River.

There is no sea in the Yunlun Mountains, or even in the area near Dongtianwang City.

The only thing that can be close to the "sea" is the Temple River, which is a hundred feet wide and rushes all year round, but is rarely inhabited.

Just as endless disputes broke out in the Yunlun Mountains, there were two quiet figures sitting silently on the big rocks beside the Sijiang River.

Bazun's scalp was disheveled, and although he was still slovenly, his face seemed to have just been washed, revealing an uncle's face with clear outlines and sharp edges. Apart from his cloudy eyes, there was nothing wrong with his image.

After all, this face also fascinated thousands of girls back then.

The turbulent Temple River never knows to stop and is rushing all the time.

Ba Zunzhen just sat quietly on the big rock, holding the boom firmly in his hand. The fish floated on the river surface, being washed away time and time again, and was pulled back with difficulty by him again and again.

On another big rock not far away, the storyteller held the fishing rod steadily and tilted his head to look at the scene. He always felt that if he didn't pay attention, perhaps an unknown floating corpse would appear in Temple River.

The matter of persuasion has already happened many times.

The storyteller stopped talking about the issue of life safety. He opened his red lips and said worriedly: "Brother, do you think Xu Xiaoshou will be killed by playing like this?"

"No, he is very stubborn."

Ba Zunzhen responded expressionlessly, in fact, his neck was straining, "Just like this fishing rod, the river of destiny is flowing endlessly. If no one really controls the direction for him, he will die long ago. By then, the old man will die."

If this guy comes out, he will have to blame me."

The storyteller looked back at the fishing rod that was motionless in his hand, and thought to himself, isn't it because you are too weak now that you can't hold it? It has nothing to do with the fishing rod himself, and he doesn't want to die young.

After thinking for a moment, the storyteller continued: "Aren't you afraid that Xu Xiaoshou will hate you if you do this? He almost died this time, that's Rao Yaoyao!"

Bazunzhen was still focused on wrestling with the fishing rod and said without turning his head: "No, the water ghost has been watching. Although he said he would not take action, since the matter was handed over to him, he would not let any accident happen again.

Unfortunately, didn't you also make two magic talismans? I will take action."

Are you good at it? You can't even hold the fishing rod... The storyteller secretly complained, stared at the fishing rod, and suddenly asked: "What do you think we are here for? Can we really catch fish in this Temple River?"

"

"It will come." Bazun glanced at him knowingly, indicating something.

At this moment, there was a sound of wind blowing behind him, and the storyteller stood up alertly, then landed next to Bazun Shu and raised his eyes.

The person who came was an old man dressed in white, with a gentle and elegant temperament. He held a paper fan in his hand, his eyes were warm, and his movements were like the breeze in spring.

"After fishing in Yunlun, I fished in Sijiang again. It seems that I have to take the bait today." The old man in white said with a hearty smile.

"finally come……"

The Eight Masters heard the sound and immediately let go of the fishing rod, letting it drift away.

He stood up, hid his hands that were red from exertion behind his back, and raised his arms. His temperament suddenly sharpened, and he held his head high and said: "Go to the east of the river and be free. Sir, you are not a fish, so how can you take the bait?"

The storyteller was surprised.

Being able to hear the honorific title "Sir" from the mouth of the Eight Masters made him feel a great sense of awe for the identity of the visitor.

who is he?
Chapter completed!