MTL - So I Am A Demon Descendent!-Chapter 86 0 miles from

In the afternoon, the showers break early.

The hazy mist enveloped Mount Emei, and the Buddhist temple was looming. After the rain stopped, the tourists hiding in the temples and sheltering from the rain continued to visit the places of interest under the guidance of the guide. Whispered about the abnormal shape of Da'eshan just now.

Unlike elsewhere, the dark clouds of Da'eshan covered the top during previous heavy rains, sometimes passing lightning bolts of blood.

Resting in ancient books, the records of such visions are nothing more than sensational things such as the birth of evil treasures and the great demon crossing.

In the room behind Daxiong Baodian, I just sent away all the major family representatives and people from the door, holding the bone china cup, and stayed out of my mind. A ray of sunshine after the rain entered the zen room, and the handsome monk drew a white suit and looked very picturesque.

If the old monk whose face is lowered is lowered, this scene is truly beautiful.

"Hidden in the heart, long-term knot, it is the heart knot." The head of the Buddha smiled down and drank tea.

"Master, Ji Xie just can't figure it out," said the young monk.

"What is it."

"The four monks are all empty. There is no other person, no other person, no other person. In this case, why is it that people are born alive. If everyone is coerced by this, what should be a monk

"Do you mean that you don't have a strong heart for the teacher, and then you should die with the fighting spirit and vowed not to compromise?"

"Blood stained hall, how can you compromise."

The old monk smiled: "Everyone on the field is a victim in your eyes. But the child is a vicious thug. What about saving one person and one person?"

Caution: "The Buddha has great compassion and is not afraid of cause and effect. The victim in front of him is the victim."

The old monk again said: "If you think about the accident of the Li family, the Warriors of the Warriors will be angered and the blood will flow for thousands of miles. But for the division to endure a moment of killing, blocking a great killing, and it is of no merits."

Stop frowning.

The head of the Buddha put down the tea cup and smiled: "On earth and in the sky, I alone."

Ji Xieran: "Master said to take the big one?"

The Buddha's head laughed and said nothing.

Buddha's head said that Virgo is trouble, and obsessive-compulsive disorder is not terrible, but monks with obsessive-compulsive disorder are not the same. The Li family's war spirits launched the killing ring in Lianghua Temple, which is a deep stimulus to patients with deep obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"She is still in the temple?" Asked the Buddha head.

"She said to wait a few days before going back to sleep in the zen room." Speaking of women's war spirits, she turned away from aversion and looked disgusted.

After drinking tea, the head of the Buddha meditated and discarded the tea, wiped the tea off the table, arranged the tea cups and teapots neatly, and laid out Master's cloth shoes silently, glancing at the Zen room, neatly.

Leave contentedly.

dusk.

The rain and mist gradually dissipated, the sunset was red and half of the mountains, a quiet Zen room, a girl wearing hot pants and t-shirt curled up on the bed, her face was white, her lips were bloodless, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and she slept very hard. Settle down.

At this time, she was not a frightened girl, rather than a war spirit.

"Oh my God, what you created, she will only bring disaster."

...

"Monster, she is a monster, not a hero at all. Go to hell, you monster."

...

"The emperor was transported from Fengtian, and he said: The Li family stole Dragon Balls and tried to conceal their forbidden devices in an attempt to rebel. According to my Qing statutes, the Jiu ethnic group. This is why."

...

She woke up horribly, in front of her there was a quiet and simple Zen room, birds and birds fluttered outside the window, and the setting sun shone in the branches and leaves. The mountain wind was blowing, and his cheeks were cold. She stretched out her hand to touch, and it turned out to be two lines of tears.

The country can't bear to look back.

The door of the zen room knocked twice, and Xiao Sami's voice came from outside: "The donor, it's time to fast."

Hastily wiped the tears and said lightly, "Come in."

She is the unparalleled war spirit, a master of extreme peaks, but you must not let anyone see that she has cried, otherwise she will die.

Grandma leaned on her side, don't go too far, don't look at Xiao Shami, and don't let him see his eyes may be red.

Xiao Shami put the dinner plate on the table. Grandma sucked her nose and smelled something wrong. She turned around and saw a bowl of white rice, a plate of pickled tofu, and a plate of boiled vegetables.

Grandmother grandmother face: "Where is the chicken leg? Where is the chicken leg?"

Xiaosha scratched her head: "What chicken leg."

Grandma took a deep breath: "Who told you to come over."

Xiao Sha Mi: "Little Uncle."

Grandma frowned, and there was only one little prince and grandfather in Lianghua Temple.

"Where is he."

"Dining in the room."

Grandma grabbed a handful of rice and went out with anger.

Open the zen room with a kick, and at this time the ring is being eaten in the room. The value of the monk in white clothes is even more pleasing to the eye.

As a Buddhist monk, she is not afraid and furious, she said lightly, "What does the donor mean?"

Grandma stood at the door, "Did you kick the chicken leg?"

Quit faintly said: "Buddha is clean, where is the chicken leg?"

Grandma said, "Oh," and a lot of white rice was sprinkled in the cold chanchao room.

In the vision of abstinence, the originally clean and tidy ground was suddenly defiled.

He stood still, staring at his grandmother with indifferent eyes.

The two sides froze for several minutes. It seemed that Grandma and Grandma had lost the battle. She snorted and went away.

Quit sighing quietly, get up quickly, and use the broom behind the door to clean the floor carefully.

It's finally clean ....

At this moment, he looked up fiercely, and saw the Wushuang War Soul that went silently and returned.

Grandma snorted and waved her little hand. This time it was rice grains, which were scattered all over the room.

Tempering forehead and blue tendon: "..."

The grandma and grandmother who got cheap and humbly hummed, "I don't care about you as a junior."

Instead of returning to her room for dinner, she walked through the hall and pushed away the Buddha's head Zen room.

The head of the Buddha sat on the bed, brushing his phone with interest, without raising his head: "Li Shizhu?"

"Help me contact the second child, I want to go back to Shanghai." Grandma was straightforward. Her cell phone got wet in that storm and could no longer be used.

"at this time?"

"Immediately."

The head of the Buddha was puzzled, and asked, "There may be inadequate hospitality at the Dai Temple."

Grandma shook her head: "I'm going back, not staying with him, I feel uneasy."

The head of the Buddha regretted: "Being apart for 20 years, the poor monk was very reluctant to meet for a few days."

Grandma: "So, I will stay a few more days."

Buddha's head: "The four monks are all empty. In fact, there is nothing wrong with it."

Grandma said "Oh", walked to the bed, and glanced at the mobile phone of the Buddha's head, pretending to be casual: "You're bigger than mine."

The Buddha's head smiled slightly: "Your one is the one that was eliminated last year. This is my new one, 8,000 yuan each."

Grandma suddenly realized, with the expression of "thought over": "Can you show me?"

The head of the Buddha handed the mobile phone to her grandmother. The grandmother turned it over and looked around. The appearance is beautiful and the system is very smooth. Her mobile phone has stuttered.

"A monk is so rich." Grandma said.

"Some of them are filial piety." The head of the Buddha explained: "The monk does not touch yellow and white things. This mobile phone is good or bad. It is not important."

"I'm relieved to hear you say so." Grandma said, shoving the Buddha's new mobile phone into the fart pocket.

Buddha head:"???"

"Li Shi, what are you doing?" The Buddha's head had an ominous hunch.

"A monk doesn't touch anything, you say it yourself."

"It was said by the poor monk."

"It doesn't matter if the phone is good or bad, I said it myself."

"... is what the poor monk said." The head of the Buddha said Shen: "But what does this have to do with you carrying the mobile phone of the poor monk into your own pocket?"

"Go back and find an old-fashioned machine for yourself." Grandma sighed loudly: "My great-grandson is not easy to make money, and the elders must be considerate of the hardships of the younger generations. Eight thousand oceans are expensive and you can't afford it. Anyway, you use it is also a pearl. It's better to give it to me. "

Buddha's head: "Li Shizhu, at least let the poor monk back up the data."

Grandma: "No, let's go."

...

In the end, Li Xianyu felt a pain in his waist again and again, and it was the kind that continued. He used his power to heal his waist trauma, but soon began to ache again, soothing, and tingling again.

Suddenly, grandma and grandmother have gone, and the power is revival of life.

Why is the waist still painful?

Li Xianyu dragged his exhausted body and returned to his room in Baoze, lying on the bed, lighting a cigarette, and brushing the ancient demon app while resting. Information section, one news stick, read 999+

# 震 ，， 无双 战 魂 Hands tore through the major families, she turned out to be this #

Li Xianyu knew the purpose of grandma's "business trip" long ago, and clicked in immediately.

The poster was a second man named Wang Lao. He used exaggerated writing to describe the detailed process of the symposium, and used the words "shock", "unbelievable" and "burst".

After reading the post, Li Xianyu only felt that the ups and downs and various reversals could be viewed as short stories.

He said it was worthy of my milk and it was beautiful.

I was a little confused, and after a few pumps, my grandmother became so powerful? It is simply overpowering the heroes and smashing various heroes.

The post was accompanied by a picture. Hundreds of people with heads and faces looked at the sky in horror, with a thin layer of blood flowing under their feet.

Comment area below the post:

Uncle Qin: "Looking at the angle of the shot, the second son of Wang is afraid that he has shrunk under the table, right?"

Thunder War Ji: "What is the second king's counsel? Isn't he on the side of War Soul. It's awesome, it is indeed War Soul."

Li Bai: "Fake it, the Buddha's head was defeated by one move. This woman is so scary?"

Vulcan: "Well, isn't the strength of Warriors Souls sealed?"

Tentacles: "Seriously bad, why are there no photos of War Soul."

Vulcan: "@ 腾 手 怪怪, all over the country, beauty is like jade."

Thunder Fighting Ji: "Well, listen to the tone of Vulcan, did you yearn for the Warriors of Warriors."

Girl killer: "I had suspected that Li Xianyu was a descendant of the Li family, and it seems that it is not."

Thunder Fighting Ji: "@ 少女 杀手, I used to think so, and after checking the information, the Li family's power is strengthened, and the salty fish is self-healing."

Girl killer: "Zhan Ji said it makes sense. People like salted fish really don't look like heirs of the Li family, and a worldly hero like Li Wuxiang has such a son."

What kind is that? I have the ability to make it clear.

Thunder Fighting Ji: "And the strength of the fighting spirit shows that the Li family has grown up silently, but the company kept secrets and secretly cultivated as a secret weapon. In addition, I think salted fish is quite good."

A good man is me, and I am Li Xianyu.

Long Aotian: "@ 雷霆 战 姬, are you blind?"

Li Xianyu took a screenshot of the post, exited the ancient demon app, and sent a picture to grandma: "Great, grandma."

Grandma replied with a cool face expression in sunglasses.

Li Xianyu: "Are you really killing the Buddha head?"

Grandma: "Surprising surprise, surprise, surprise?"

Li Xianyu: "Really?"

Grandma: "Of course it's fake."

Li Xianyu: "..."

Grandma: "The old bald donkey only accompanied me to perform the show ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ The great-grandson's pumping here is enough to hit those guys, but it is not enough for her to form a crushing aura. Thanks to the Buddha The half-life that was over there made her grandmother return to the pole for a short time. However, she was also overdrafted. Fortunately, her great-grandchild was energetic and she took it on and off for more than half a day. She had recovered.

Li Xianyu: "Grandma, I don't know why. My waist has been hurting today, and my vitality is not good enough."

Grandma: "Oh, because I've been pumping your fines."

Li Xianyu: "How did you do that?"

Grandma: "The spirit beads are in your body. I can easily extract your energy."

Li Xianyu: "Thank you for a thousand miles ?!"

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