“Yue Rakshasa, I remember you.”
“Yue Rakshasa, I remember you.”
Chu Xiaotian raised his hand and struck out a purple thunder, and Fang stole a chance to breathe. He glanced at the sick scholar who appeared beside him at some point, and said with a slight blush on his face.
“Let’s go.”
“Okay.”
The sick scholar said calmly. The moment Chu Xiaotian turned around, his lowered eyes burst into light, and the five plagues and six diseases were instantly released, burrowing into Chu Xiaotian like a snake. In Xiaotian’s body. Raising his head and spitting out a mouthful of crimson blood, Chu Xiaotian looked at the sick scholar in disbelief, staggered away and roared.
“What are you doing?”
A sudden change occurred. Yue Rakshasa stopped his pursuit, thought for a moment, and looked back at Zhou Jijun with a deep gaze.
“Meet the master.”
Under Chu Xiaotian’s surprised gaze, the sick scholar walked up to Zhou Jijun step by step and leaned down to worship.
“Sick scholar! You, you… you, as a stranger, surrendered to a mortal!” Chu Xiaotian looked at the sick scholar angrily, and spat out another mouthful of blood. As if he thought of something, he took a deep breath He breathed, his eyes fixed on the sick scholar’s bent back, and a hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat, “Who are you?”
Standing up, the sick scholar respectfully retreated behind Zhou Jijun, tried hard to suppress his cough, and whispered He lowered his eyes and said calmly.
“I am a sick scholar, and one of the three servants of the Young Master, Wu Bian.”
“Wu Bian, sick scholar… I didn’t expect that in the days since I left Qizhou, there would be a traitor like you among the strangers. Sick scholar, if you leave this person and follow me back to the secret realm of strangers, I can still spare your life.”
The heavy rain filled the sky, and Chu Xiaotian’s slightly crazy voice echoed through the rain in front of the foothills of eastern Henan, but he didn’t look at it. There was a flash of sarcasm in Zhou Jijun’s eyes.
“I forgot to tell you, I just came out of the alien secret realm.” Zhou Jijun said with a cold smile on his lips, “Just go back alone, just in time to collect their corpses.”
“Boom!”
Zi Lei sounded. The sky is full, and the rain is like beads rolling on an ink pan, pouring down to the end of the world.
Chu Xiaotian suddenly raised his head, his face changing from disbelief to heartache, madness and deep-seated hatred.
“Young Master Jun…Yue Rakshasa…Sick Scholar…just wait, I, the alien king, will not spare you lightly.”
Purple lightning wrapped around Chu Xiao like a snake On the neck of the sky, in the rain and fog, his beard was flamboyant, and his eyes were as dark as a demon. After looking deeply at Zhou Jijun, Chu Xiaotian waved his hand to attract the strange donkey, got on its back, turned around and flew away in the heavy rain.
“Xiaojunjun, you are really good at it, and you even have three servants.” Yue Luosha smacked his lips and looked up and down the silent sick scholar, and suddenly sneered, “You are not a bad servant,