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Under the broken eaves, there stood a thin and tall figure like a bamboo pole. The figure was wearing a ragged rag robe, tied with a rope around the waist. His gray and mottled hair was messy in the wind.

The conspicuous spot on the sloppy warlock's body was his left eye. It was actually blind. The old man used a piece of rag and tied it around his head to cover the blindness.

Haha, it’s definitely a one-eyed shrimp.

The remaining eye had turned into a glass flower, and there was still blood on his mouth and nose, indicating that he had been injured not long ago.

The rootless sorcerer saw that the person trying to open the door was actually a little baby who was not even as tall as the door. He snorted in disdain.

"Hey, I thought you were some great god who dared to break into my door, but it turns out you are a worthless kid who is not even as good as the door.

"Little brat, I'm busy with something, go somewhere cool. Otherwise, if you make me unhappy, I'll just stew you."

After saying that, he picked up a stick from under the broken eaves and tried to chase people away.

Shihua: The one who stews me is not born yet? Come on, let’s see who stews whom.

Shihua was very angry and the consequences were serious.

She put her hands on her plump waist and started talking nonsense.

"You blind villain, is your mouth a fart? You see this God is still spitting shit.

Shit can be used as fertilizer for the fields, but you still discriminate against this God, you should be turned into powder and roll back into the endless abyss of chaos..."

Shihua's mouth was completely open, babble, fragrant and witty words (swear words), like a series of marbles, all flew towards the rootless warlock.

Shihua's inner thoughts: Old bastard, I'm too small to fight. I can't use my fists, but I can use my mouth. If I can use my mouth, I don't need to use my fists. I'll kill you with my mouth, you little brat.

I fought hard for my mother's divorce.

How could the rootless sorcerer be scolded like this before? And the one who scolded him was a little kid who was not even three cow dungs ​​high. If the news got out, he would be laughed at.

He was furious, his teeth ached from anger, his lips twitched, and he rushed forward with a stick in his hand, grunting.

Oh my god, Xiao Shihua is going to suffer a loss.

Not far away, on a thick tree branch, stood a man in black wearing a black hooded cloak.

The hood was huge, covering most of his face, leaving only two beautiful lips with firm and graceful lines. The corners of his lips were pulled slantly, revealing a hint of disdain.

In his right hand, he held a small flying knife that shone with a cold blue light. On the blade of the flying knife, there were strange, mysterious red runes engraved.

If the old cock-hair warlock takes five more steps forward, he's going to get mad.

one two three four……

Seeing that the stick was about to hit Shihua's little head, the man in black raised his head and prepared to draw his knife.

But I saw Shihua's right hand, which had just been supporting her plump waist, stretched forward, blocked, grasped, and turned in the air.

"what--"

After a shrill scream, the Rootless Warlock, who was running just now, turned into a cloud of blood-colored powder with a "pop" sound, and floated away without leaving any residue.

The change was so fast and so strange that the man in black on the tree branch, Master Hui Jing who had finally arrived panting, and the white mastiff who was lying on the side waiting to watch the show were all stunned.

They rubbed their eyes, thinking that they were under a lot of pressure and their vision was blurry.

Shihua laughed: KO! Seconds!!

The old bastard knows some evil magic and really thinks he is a big shot.

Bah, if you hadn’t attacked my Da Guo Guo, I would have avenged Da Guo Guo myself. I would not be bothered to deal with you myself.

If this god does it himself, you can be happy! Oops! I forgot, my old cock hair has turned into blood mist, so I can’t be happy anymore.

Shihua withdrew her little hands with satisfaction, put her fingers to her lips, and blew away the smoke from a gun barrel. Then she patted the non-existent dust on her hands and put them behind her back proudly.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a little god that cannot be offended.

White Mastiff: Uh, that's it! Just now, I smelled something special about the old man, and I thought that this kid was dead.

For the sake of my chicken leg, I saved her at the last moment.

But just like that, she just grasped the air and the old dick hair turned into slag!

Too damn strong! No no, this is a big thigh, I have to hold on tight.

If there is really no other choice, just recognize him as your master and let him ride on you like a horse.

Hui Jing, who had just run over, was out of breath, with a look of disbelief on his face.

I was planning to save her, but before I could do anything, she turned into ashes in the second.

Judging from the warlock's aura and skills, even if he personally took part in the battle, it would take at least three or four hundred rounds to defeat him.

Baby, one move, no, he hasn't even made a move yet, just like that...

Looking at her aura and hidden energy of merit, could it be that she was the real chosen one sent by the Daliang God? He had made a mistake before.

Counting the days, the chosen girl should be this old now.

Well, never mind. Opportunities can only be encountered by chance. He must become the disciple of such a powerful person, and the person must be his master.

He ran over and knelt down in front of Shihua.

"Please, Master, accept me as your disciple. I am willing to serve you devoutly and do everything for you. Master, please don't refuse."

Shihua turned around and looked at the white-bearded and white-browed Master Huijing who was kneeling in front of her and kowtowing, feeling a little embarrassed.

The fact that this little old guy can keep up shows that he has some talent.

There are some things that she is not convenient to do, so it is not bad to take in an apprentice to do the work. Although he is old and dry, he does have some wisdom inside.

But his wisdom is too shallow, so he is not qualified to be her disciple.

Shihua was holding her chin up and thinking about something. Master Huijing thought she had refused and quickly continued.

“A few days ago, I saw the talisman drawn by my master and was so amazed. I searched for him for a long time but couldn’t find him.

I have never seen such a powerful spell, and I have wanted to become your disciple since then. Today I am fortunate to meet you, Master. I don’t care, Master, you must accept me as your disciple.”

Well, an old man is acting like a spoiled child in order to become your disciple.

There is no other place like this with such a huge contrast.

The farce of becoming an apprentice was still going on. The man in black who was hiding on the tree branch had put away the flying knife and raised his head.

The hood was lifted up, revealing an extremely handsome young man's face.

Interesting, didn't the emperor know how powerful that baby was? He actually sent him to protect her, isn't that funny?

That's it, my God, she is so strong!

Forget it, fate is inevitable, he will just guard you in secret.

What Shihua couldn't stand the most was kneeling down to her. She got goose bumps when she patted her head. Although this dry old man was not good enough to accept a disciple, he was still acceptable as a disciple's grandson.

"If you want to accept a disciple, then don't do it!"

Hui Jing was an old man with a skinny face. His head was bruised, and all he got in return was this sentence. He got angry and crawled over to his knees.

Shihua used her palm to stop the skinny old man from kneeling and crawling, "But..."