Supreme Spirit Lord

"It's really boring to do it all over again. I haven't lived as long as before."

The stench became stronger, and a trace of sadness slipped through his eyes. Jiao Sansan slowly closed his eyes, and thought with some self-mockery, "This time I died so ugly."

pat!pat!pat!

The sound of sticky objects falling to the ground sounded one after another, but there was no pain from the body. The pungent stench in the nasal cavity was replaced by the strong aroma of wine, which was vaguely familiar.

Finding the owner of the scent from his mind, the despair in Jiao Sansan's mind instantly faded, he opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the white-haired old man in front of him wearing a hundred-style uniform.

"Master~Father!"

The trembling voice was full of joy, and the simple two words turned into three tones, which was enough to hear the excitement in his heart. Before Shi Hu's comforting smile spread, he heard the second half of the sentence and his expression froze. Words on the face.

"The fly whisk is piercing my eyes."

It is said that the daughter is his father's little padded jacket, and his teacher is like his father, so the three girls should be his heart-warming treasure, but this girl is not only not heart-warming, but also leaking wind!

"Ugh."

With a sigh, just as Shi Hu was about to take off the whisk on his back, he felt his back sinking. He dragged his only female apprentice with his backhand, and said with a helpless smile, "Three girls, don't you think you don't mind sticking the whisk now?"

"I didn't dislike it at all." Shaking his head, he buried his head in the whisk, and finally saw the parents. Jiao Sansan cried out the grievance in his heart, and said, "Scared me to death, Master, you If you don't come again, you can only collect the corpse for the apprentice."

Shi Hu could feel his apprentice trembling on his back, obviously frightened, but he didn't know how to comfort others, so he could only dryly say: "Master, isn't he here?"

Knowing her master's character very well, Jiao Sansan didn't want to get comfort from him, she just wanted to express her feelings.

"Master is the best." Rubbing his snot and tears onto his master's shoulder, Jiao Sansan gradually calmed down. With his small hand, he swiped the whisk twice to cover the hideous piece of fabric, pointed at a large piece of meat on the ground, and asked Said: "Master, what is that?"

"The gold-eating Haikuixing of an adult body is equivalent to the strength of a great human master." Looking at the piece of meat on the ground without any liquid flowing out, Shi Hu praised: "You can persist for so long, which is already very good."

There is a big gap between three levels between a senior spiritual master and a monster at the level of a grand master. He was able to delay for such a long time, and also caused a lot of damage to the gold-eating Hai Kuixing star. It is enough to disdain many people.

"Gold-eating Hai Kui Xing?" Jiao Sansan asked with a puzzled face, "Hasn't it been extinct for a long time?"

Shi Hu shook his head and said, "It's just that it rarely appears in the area where humans live." Frowning, he watched a slowly wriggling piece of meat rushing towards the beach, and waved the long sword in his hand casually.

A gust of wind rolled up and swept over all the pieces of meat. The moment the two touched, the piece of meat turned into a puff of black air and rose up, before being crushed by the next wave of wind.

The speed of returning from the bottom of the sea just happened to see this scene. While letting go of his worries, his face couldn't help but become serious. Feeling the familiar atmosphere, after locking the position, his figure appeared beside Shi and Hu in a flash.

Seeing Jiao Sansan's pale face, Shi Su asked concerned: "San girl, are you not injured?"

"Injured!" Before Shi Su and Shi Hu became nervous, Jiao Sansan stood up straight, clutching his chest, with a frightened expression on his face, and said, "My young heart has been hurt."

Reaching out and tapping Jiao Sansan's head lightly, Shi Su said helplessly: "Just out of danger, you're talking nonsense here, I think you've learned from your second senior brother badly."

Shrinking his head, dodging the slapping touch of his uncle, Jiao Sansan smiled playfully, stuck out his tongue, and did not answer.

Seeing that she was indeed not injured, Shi Su was also relieved, and gave Shi Hu a wink, Shi Hu nodded unobtrusively, and tapped his fingers on the hilt of the sword, making a slight "click".

"Remember...Lele...huh..."

Feeling drowsy for a while, Jiao Sansan took a few breaths to speak out what was on his mind, and finally couldn't hold back and closed his eyes.