C12 Yaojiao's Name

After searching for a while, Wumo finally found a suitable storage ring. "This is a game. You will be the one." Wumo looked at the ring and nodded. He seemed very satisfied.

The remaining space of the ring was enough to hold this fat snake. It should be enough for him and the disciples to eat for half a month!

Yes, he was indeed a good master. He had been running around all day, looking for food ingredients. He really couldn't find such a good master even with a lantern in his hand.

One must know that before he transmigrated, the sect would nibble on grass every day, or eat fasting or not. They really didn't know how to enjoy it.

Suddenly, the atmosphere suddenly froze in a strange manner. There was a surge of raging anger in Yaojiao's chest that was like a volcano that was about to erupt, causing rumbling sounds to ring out.

It, it was a Flood Dragon that was about to transform into a True Dragon, yet it was actually treated as a game by him!?

This person, this person!!

"You despicable cultivator! Today, even if I go all out, I will die together with you!" The Flood Dragon roared at Wumo, full of anger.

On the other side, Wumo frowned and quickly formed a barrier. He said in disdain, "Let's fight then. Don't be so angry at me." His mouth stinks!

The Jiao dragon was furious. You! You are courting death!" As soon as it finished speaking, it opened its terrifying mouth and bit at the tiny Wumo who was standing on the ground.

Wumo, who was standing on the ground, looked coldly at the mouth that was getting closer and closer to him. His cold face finally changed, because he really didn't like long bugs getting too close to him.

When the long worm was less than two meters away from him, he habitually grabbed the black ball in his arms and without any hesitation, he aimed it at the Flood Dragon. ...

Mouth, mouth?

Wumo was expressionless. "Eat my ball!"

The black ball was shocked. It knew what Wumo was trying to do. "Wumo, you! Ah!

By the time the black ball reacted, it had already been ruthlessly smashed into the mouth of the Monstrous Dragon. The force was so great that it directly smashed the Flood Dragon until smoke and dust roiled. It somersaulted several times before stopping. It seemed to be in an extremely sorry state.

Not far away, the baldy, who had just been smashed to the ground, had a sympathetic expression as he looked at the spot where the flood dragon had been sent flying. There was an indescribable feeling in his heart. A sense of balance!

Fifteen minutes later.

Yaojiao Cheng, who had turned into a bald ghost, knelt on the ground with a swollen face and a swollen face. Sob, sob, sob, sob. I was wrong, Immortal Venerable. Do you think I can only cut you into two pieces?"

Standing there, Wumo casually rubbed the big black ball on his head. He looked at it and said, "Did you kidnap those 100 boys and girls?"

Yao Jiao trembled. "Yes, yes..."

"Why are you doing this?"

Yao Jiao stopped and looked at Wumo guiltily. He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I... I'm going to suck their blood. Then, I will transform into a dragon. "

Hearing this, Wumo's movements stopped. The surrounding air seemed to have stopped for a moment, and then returned to normal.

Initially, he wanted to flare up and kill this Yaojiao on the spot. However, he remembered that this was the Cultivation Realm. They had their own rules.

This was a world where the strong preyed on the weak, and the fittest survived. However, its actions were a little cruel.

He sighed and pondered for a moment. Then, he made a decision.

"Today, this sovereign won't eat you. What is your name?" In any case, as long as the other party transformed into a human body, his heart would be filled with resentment and panic. He felt as though he was eating someone.

Therefore, every time he found the ingredients, he would knock the other party unconscious, not giving the other party the chance to transform into a human body.

When the kneeling Yaojiao Yao heard the other party say that he would not eat him, her eyes flashed. She cupped her hands and bowed to Wumo with wild joy. "I order Peiqi to come."

"Pfff... Cough cough!" Wumo choked on his own saliva. He almost laughed out loud. "Pei, Pei Qi? You don't have the surname Zhu, do you?"

"I don't have the surname Zhu, but if you give me the surname Zhu Pei Qi, I will call you Zhu Pei Qi from now on!" Yao Jiao cupped his hands in a round manner. As long as he didn't eat it, his surname Zhu was nothing.

Wu... it wouldn't be a problem to call Zhu Ergou!

The corner of Wumo's eyes twitched. ... "" For some reason, there was a drama going on.

He lowered his head and looked at Yaojiao Yao, who was kneeling on the ground and had her face turned into a pig's head. He did not find it difficult to approach her. With a serious tone, he said, "Today, this sovereign will not kill you. However, I must punish you. Do you admit it?"

"Yes, yes!" Yaojiao nodded frantically, afraid that the other party would regret it. He knelt down and quickly took a step towards Wumo. "May I ask what Immortal Venerable has punished me?"

Wumo looked at the swollen face and resisted the discomfort in his heart. His expression did not change for ten thousand years as he said, "I told you to guard the entrance of the Human Realm. Just treat it as a guard. ..." "

"Be a watchdog?" Page subconsciously continued.

Everyone: ... ""