Or is it that the special thing is not Ao Kong and the fairy fragments, but the kid's own extraordinary talent?"

The young Taoist priest took back his hand.

But this time, He Sanyang still lay still on the ground, no longer struggling or twitching.

However, his breathing was still maintained, and the blood vessels on his face were still visible bulging and twisting.

"Take another look."

The young Taoist priest nodded thoughtfully.

His head turned into a wolf's head again, swallowed He Sanyang who seemed to be unconscious again, and then changed back to its original shape.

At this time, the fat Taoist priest came back from outside: "I thought I heard someone screaming just now. Is uncle awake?"

"No, uncle is still unconscious." The young Taoist priest said without changing his expression, "Maybe you heard wrong, senior brother."

The fat Taoist priest sighed: "Uncle, Master, it's not a good idea to keep doing this for a long time."

He handed the food to the young Taoist priest, and then tried to feed the unconscious old Taoist priest some water.

Of course, the old Taoist priest will never wake up.

The young Taoist priest sat down again, eating and thinking in his mind.

The so-called Mr. Long is definitely Ao Kong.

Mr. Wu Yun, who often appears, may not be the sworn brother and sister back then.

Many people know the origin of Mr. Blood Shadow. He was the old demon of Blood Shadow who was active for a while in the Eastern Tang Dynasty.

The so-called Mr. Zhang is said to be good at martial arts.

Boss, third, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth are all possible.

But being so low-key and reclusive, I feel that Lao Ba is more likely.

As for Mr. He who practices Confucianism...

Will it be twelve?

The young Taoist priest narrowed his eyes.

The key is not the following five, but the most mysterious city lord who is above everyone in Chang'an.

Who could it be?

A figure seemed to flash before the young Taoist priest's eyes.

Along with it, there was a dull pain in the back of his neck.

The young Taoist priest raised his hands to cover the back of his neck, his eyes looking colder than ever before.

The fat Taoist priest happened to turn around and saw it, and couldn't help being startled: "Junior Brother Jingxu, you..."

The young Taoist priest turned to look at him.

The fat Taoist priest looked carefully and saw that the other person's eyes were calm, just like usual.

He couldn't help but rub his eyes: "Did I see it wrong..."

"What's the matter, senior brother?" Taoist Jingxu asked with a smile.

The fat Taoist priest looked at him again and shook his head quickly: "It's okay, I was dazzled just now."

After hesitating for a moment, he asked again: "Are we really going to Liyang Temple?"

Taoist Jingxu nodded: "Yes, only there is hope of curing Uncle Master's injury, and..."
Chapter completed!