met free Chapter 99 gave Mosquito Taoist a punch.
Chapter 99 gave Mosquito Taoist a punch.
On the shores of a sea of blood.
A young woman in a red and black dress lies down, rubbing her belly, a look of contentment on her face.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, filled with tiny starlight, and she sighed:
"It tastes so good!"
"It tastes a hundred times better than the filthy blood in the sea of blood, no, a thousand times better..."
As she spoke, she turned over again, staring longingly at the remaining tiny bit, reaching out as if begging for it:
"Give it to me! Give it to me!"
Looking at this mosquito spirit in human form, Yang Jiao felt that despite being such a large person, its mind seemed even smaller than Jian'er's.
Yang Jian was furious.
My sister only brought me one bottle! Just one bottle!
He was very careful with his sips, savoring each sip for a long time, afraid that they would be gone before he got home.
As a result, I saved half a day, only to have it all drunk up by a female mosquito!
God!
Yang Jian pointed at her and said angrily:
"You owe me money, it's all mine."
Hearing the sound, the woman propped herself up, half-sitting on the ground, and pointed at the sea of blood, discussing with Yang Jian:
"Give me yours to drink, and you can drink as much of this sea of blood as you want, okay?"
Yang Jian stomped his foot!
"Who wants to drink blood!"
"I grew up drinking blood!"
"Because you're a mosquito, a mosquito, a mosquito!"
"I have transformed into human form."
"But you're a mosquito when you drink blood!"
Yang Jiao sighed and watched as her younger brother started arguing with the mosquito spirit, and was about to try to mediate.
But then the mosquito's expression changed, its aggrieved look turning into stubbornness:
"If you don't give it to me, I'll take it."
Yang Jian snorted, pushed Yang Jiao forward, and said:
"My sister is amazing, you can't beat her, hehehe."
The mosquito spirit's gaze fell on Yang Jiao, but then it turned away without paying her any attention.
In Yang Jiao's understanding, all demons face difficulties in cultivation, and they must first transform into humans to begin increasing their cultivation level. This is why humans are the easiest to cultivate.
A transformed demon is roughly equivalent to a combination of having clairvoyance and super hearing, plus the black dog spirit kneeling outside the temple of the goddess Nuwa.
Yang Jiao didn't care.
The mosquito spirit thought for a moment and then suggested:
"How about this? You hit me once, I hit you once, and whoever doesn't cry gets the best drink, okay?"
Before Yang Jiao could speak, Yang Jian stomped his foot hard and said:
"Sister, hit her!"
Yang Jiao really didn't want to bully the little demon, but Yang Jian had already started calling her "sister" just to avoid steaming buns and getting milk, which was too much for him.
and so……
Sorry, you mosquito devil.
Yang Jiao straightened up, clenched her fist, rushed forward, and delivered a powerful punch.
Then she turned her mouth down.
"Was it my imagination? Why did I hear the sound of my finger bone breaking?"
The mosquito spirit, sitting half-on-the-ground without swaying an inch, tilted its head and asked:
Did you call?
It should be noted that Yang Jiao was born with superhuman strength, and with the support of the system, he became even stronger. He could wield something weighing several thousand pounds without even breaking a sweat.
Now, when you swat a mosquito, people don't even feel it!
Yang Jiao knew she had met her match.
Just as they were about to think of a way to escape.
The mosquito spirit stretched out its arms, gave a lazy yawn, and smiled very amiably:
"Then it's my turn."
I don't know how she moved.
Yang Jiao felt as if her stomach had been hit by a speeding truck, and she was thrown backward uncontrollably.
It crashed with a thud into the city wall on the shore of the blood-red sea.
It sank in an inch.
She coughed up a mouthful of blood and said:
"What kind of mosquito has such energy? It can kill people like they're paintings!"
Yang Jian was completely dumbfounded upon seeing this.
Tears streamed down his face as he cried out:
"Sister! Sister, you're coughing up blood..."
Upon seeing Yang Jian cry, the mosquito demon immediately clapped.
clap clap.
"I won! I won! Give me the good drink now!"
She spread her hidden wings and landed in front of Yang Jian, opening her hands as if to:
"Give me."
Yang Jian's eyes turned red, his fists clenched tightly, and he wished he could chew the mosquito to pieces when he saw his sister spitting blood.
Just when he was determined to bite her even at the cost of his life.
Yang Jiao quickly pulled herself off the wall, ran over and hugged Yang Jian, and hurriedly said to the mosquito spirit:
"Here, have something delicious. Don't hurt him."
Then his eyes darted around again.
Although this mosquito demon is extremely powerful, its mind is no match for that of a child. It must be that by sucking filthy blood, it can only grow up but its intelligence is not fully developed. In that case, it would be better to trick it into coming to my side.
Yang Jiao pulled Yang Jian behind her before speaking, enticingly saying:
"This isn't actually that good; there are plenty of other delicious things to drink outside."
The mosquito spirit immediately lost interest in the baby bottle, its eyes fixed intently on Yang Jiao. It tenderly reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and asked with an innocent, radiant smile:
"What's good to drink? Where is it outside?"
She asked questions very urgently, moving closer to Yang Jiao with each question, until the very last word.
The two were already nose to nose, and when the mosquito spirit blinked, Yang Jiao could feel her eyelashes brushing against her eyelids.
She stepped back slightly.
The mosquito spirit immediately opened its eager eyes and moved closer.
Yang Jiao coughed lightly and spoke somewhat shyly:
"Guanjiangkou."
"Listen," the mosquito spirit sat up straight, placed his hands on the ground, tilted his head back and thought for a moment, then asked:
"What does Guanjiangkou taste like? Is it sweet? How many sips can you drink?"
Yang Jiao: ...
If I summon her out, won't she drain the irrigation ditch dry? Then the river god will have to turn into a local deity!
Yang Jiao pondered and decided to reply.
But then, the mosquito spirit, whose taste buds had just regenerated, sniffed around with its delicate nose, its eyes lighting up as it turned its head to search for the scent.
"It smells good."
"What smells so good? It must be really good to inhale."
Yang Jiao followed suit and looked.
Just then, the white-clad Wutian child he had encountered earlier, who hadn't yet turned evil, was running towards him desperately, clutching a blade of grass in his hand.
Behind him,
A strange thing, its vital parts covered by a black lotus platform, was chasing after two smooth, long legs.
Kinnara reached out and shouted at Yang Jiao:
"Hey ladies in front, help me!"
Yang Jiao grabbed Yang Jian and ran even faster than him!
Angry.
I had just heard about the Twelve-Petaled Black Lotus from the Thousand-Mile Eye and the Wind-Following Ear, and now I've encountered it.
But why should I run?
It's not like she's chasing me!
Yang Jiao suddenly stopped.
Said:
"That twelfth-grade black lotus must be a genius who has no master, for it would chase after him like this."
After saying that, she coaxed Yang Jian, gently rubbing his worried little face.
"Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt, sister."
The two human legs beneath the twelfth-grade black lotus ran extremely fast, and it looked like they were about to catch up with Wutian.
Unexpectedly, a mosquito spirit suddenly appeared in front of Wutian. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at the twelve-petal black lotus, finding it incredibly fragrant.
Yang Jiao stopped her:
"Don't go! That's a twelfth-grade black lotus, a primordial spiritual treasure. Be careful, or you might lose your mosquito mouth!"
Upon hearing this, the mosquito spirit immediately felt that Yang Jiao was a really good person, not only giving her good drinks but also taking her to drink even better ones.
They still care about themselves now.
However, that long-legged black lotus smelled so good. So what if it was an innate spiritual treasure? She was still born from chaos.
It immediately transformed into its mosquito form and charged towards the twelfth-grade black lotus.
In the instant that Wutian and the mosquito spirit's figures intersected.
Yang Jiao suddenly took two steps back.
Seeing the 12th-grade black lotus rushing towards the innate spiritual treasure and just touching it, the black lotus was so frightened that it trembled all over and abandoned its master, Wutian, and turned to run away.
Yang Jiao understood.
She's really becoming more and more successful.
This mosquito demon could suck the Turtle Spirit Mother dry in one gulp, causing her to perish.
"I actually punched Mosquito Taoist just now!"