"It's almost time!"

Si Wanjue stored the poisonous sutra, put it in the secret compartment and walked out of the room, murmured, "I hope he won't die."

Zhao Ganyu originally hated Si Wanjue very much, but when he accidentally heard Si Wanjue's words, he couldn't help but feel very moved. He thought that Uncle Si was asking me to practice martial arts, but he was afraid that I wouldn't learn it? No, right? The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was such a possibility, because he felt that he was a thousand miles a day and away from his previous speed.

The sun also slowly rose, Zhao Ganyu was covered in sweat now. Si Wanjue felt a little embarrassed when he saw his painful appearance, but for some things, he had to get an answer, and he also thought he had to do so.

"Boy, it's great! You're so good to be able to hold on to this point!" Zhao Ganyu saw Si Wanjue smiling at him, and all the good feelings that arose disappeared completely.

"Okay, okay! Are you tired?" Si Wanjue held a jar of potion in his hands and placed it in front of Zhao Ganyu. "It's comfortable to soak it in a soak now."

"Old... Old man... you are so strong..." Zhao Ganyu now feels dry and lack of water in his mouth, and it's so debilitating! It's uncomfortable, and it's uncomfortable all over his body!

He could tolerate it before the sun came out, but as soon as the sun came out, he knew that it was nothing to feel uncomfortable all over. Who wouldn’t know how to kick this word? It’s not uncomfortable, it’s not uncomfortable at all. What’s uncomfortable is the deadly sun!

The serious lack of water makes Zhao Ganyu feel that he is greeting the god of death and is on the verge of reincarnation. As long as his consciousness becomes slightly weaker, he will say goodbye to the world.

Si Wanjue laughed, "You know how to praise me now? Oh! Don't worry, you can do whatever you want, and there will be no less!"

Zhao Ganyu couldn't help but look blue, and his whole face became extremely ugly.

"Sheep!"

The thick bar bucket was filled with poisonous insects, snakes and scorpions. Zhao Ganyu's mouth twitched when he saw the scene here.

"By the way! You should be hungry! Look, I forgot!"

Si Wanjue slapped his head, turned around and walked into the kitchen.

In his kitchen, there were various bottles and jars, which seemed to have intercepted many tribe utensils and clay pots.

Take out a clay pot from the kitchen, knock it in, and said to Zhao Ganyu: "Hey, you are blessed!"

"Old poison!"

At this moment, Si Wanjue had just walked out of the kitchen, his face full of excitement, but when he saw a blond-haired old man, his eyes began to become gloomy.

When the blonde man saw Si Wanjue's sinister and fierce expression, he spoke with satisfaction: "Haha! Old poison, don't be safe!"

"Oh! Brother Bai is here. I don't know if it's Brother Bai who is visiting the humble house. I'm sorry I'm so negligent!"

The old man with purple hair showed a respectful look on the surface, but anyone could tell that he must have had some bad idea in his heart.

"Old poisons, please don't come!" The old blonde danced and moved the orchid hand to both sides with one hand. His long hair was windless. He was like an eagle soaring in the sky, and his sharp eyes emitted a blazing golden light.

"Oh, I wonder why Brother Bai came?" The old man with purple hair couldn't help but glance at Zhao Ganyu.

"Why did you come? Hahaha! Do you know whether you really or not?" The blonde old man raised his head high, kicked his feet lightly, and then landed on the house in the next moment.

The old man with purple hair pretended to be surprised, but he really didn't know that way.

"I really don't know."

"Hmph!" The old blonde snorted, with endless murderous intent in his eyes, "Old poison, let me tell you the truth, I'm here to find a place!"

The old man with purple hair showed a puzzled expression on his face. If Zhao Ganyu didn't know his character, he might have been deceived by this old man with purple hair.

"Brother Bai, I really don't know!"

"You..." The old blonde man was so angry that he couldn't speak, looking around for a while, staring at Zhao Ganyu tied to the wooden stake.

"Brother Bai, please calm your breath and calm your breath. Everyone knows that you are powerful in alchemy and you also know that I am powerful in practicing poison. We are all so old, so it's not good to be so hurt like this?" The purple-haired old man saw the cold light bursting out from the blonde old man's eyes becoming more and more solid, as if he was approaching the essence.

"As a person of our generation, you actually bully the younger generation, good! Very good! Very good!" The blonde old man seemed to have decided on something, with a ferocious look on his face, "Since you are not kind, don't blame me for being unrighteous. If you bully my granddaughter, you want to leave like this. There is no such good thing in the world!"

"Then what you mean..." The old man with purple hair said softly, but he was not afraid at all.

"I'm afraid this junior is the little monster you raised?" The blonde old man was just asking this question, but he noticed that there seemed to be a hint of shock in the purple-haired old man's eyes, and his heart was already clear.

Si Wan was actually thinking in her mind, this old guy doesn’t know yet?

Are those little girls so bold that they have a love lover hidden under their old man's nose?

Hehe, this is very interesting!

It turned out that I thought he was here to take back the kid, but now it seems that he was being concealed in it.

Si Wanjue was so smart that he could see through the relationship between the blonde old man and his granddaughter at a glance. He thought that Zhao Ganyu took advantage of the old man's granddaughter and felt inexplicably refreshed.

How smart Ren Si Wanjue is, he didn't expect that the blonde old man was now hitting Zhao Ganyu.

"Hahaha!" The blonde old man suddenly laughed.

When Si Wanjuefan saw him laughing, there was no good thing. He couldn't figure it out even though he thought about it carefully. He calmed down his ugly face and slowly said, "Bai Zheng'er! Why are you laughing at?"

"Hmph, why am I laughing at? Don't you know what I laugh at?" Bai Zheng'er rubbed and circled each other's hands, as if the sunlight in the sky was sucked in by his hands. It seemed that the golden wheels of rotation seemed to be rotated, and Buddhist marks slowly condensed out from it.

What's this?

This is the first time Zhao Ganyu has seen such martial arts. He has watched movies, TV series, Tathagata's Divine Palm, and the Dragon Bashu when he was a child, but this is the first time he has seen this kind of golden wheel with his hands.

"Old bitch! Are you crazy? Even the golden wheel has been used. Do you want to destroy this place?" Si Wanjue also pinched the purple air with both hands, but the purple air in his hands was not strong. When rubbed, not only could it not be round, but it was crooked, like a purple poisonous snake.
Chapter completed!