A practitioner who can develop such a strong interest in the little ghost baby is definitely not a good person. This is the common voice of Lao Liu and Wu Feng now.

Lao Liu and Wu Feng were very excited about the question and answer, but the masked old Taoist didn't say a word from beginning to end, and didn't even look up at them, and the scene was in a deadlock.

The masked old Taoist stared at the little ghost baby who was sleeping on the ground. After a while, he walked slowly over and lifted the little ghost baby up. The little ghost baby didn't move at all at this moment, like a puppet at the mercy of others.

When Wu Feng saw the masked old Taoist mentioning the little ghost baby, his heart felt inexplicably painful. When he thought of the little ghost baby falling into his hands, he felt uncomfortable. No matter what, Wu Feng had been with the little ghost baby for a while, and he had some feelings. He was afraid that the little ghost baby would continue to do evil after falling into the masked old Taoist's hands and fell into a state of endless doom.

This senior, Wu Feng, was reluctant to endure it again and again, but still couldn't help it and blurted out.

As soon as the words fell, Old Liu grabbed Wu Feng's arm and said sternly: "Boy, I'll tell you to get out, why are you still standing here? Get out of here, it's not your turn to talk here."

Who said it wasn't his turn to speak? This young man's ability is much better than you. If he hadn't been so seriously injured, I might not be his opponent. The masked old Taoist finally spoke. He held the little ghost baby in one hand, slowly turned his head, looked at Wu Feng's eyes seriously, and finally his eyes fell on the fainting yellow-haired monkey on Wu Feng's shoulder. A gleam suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he was surprised: Hey, can you get this monkey? Where did you get it from?

Wu Feng was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, someone could recognize the true identity of this yellow-haired monkey. He didn't want to talk to him at this moment. He just sloppy and said: This is a monkey, just an ordinary monkey. When he was driving the corpse with his master, he saved it from the mouth of a monkey-eating eagle. There was nothing surprising about it.

The masked old Taoist could naturally hear that Wu Feng was perfunctory to him, and his eyes immediately became sinister and said coldly: You asked me to be slow just now. Do you have anything to say to me to give you a chance to speak? It would be too late if you don’t say it?

This sentence was a pun, and Lao Liu and Wu Feng felt a little sank. One meaning was that if Wu Feng didn't say it, he would have no chance. He was about to leave. Another meaning was to give Wu Feng a chance to speak. After killing Wu Feng, there would be no chance to say it.

Old Liu quickly stepped forward, pushed Wu Feng back, and smiled at the masked old Taoist with a smile on his face: Master, you misunderstood, this kid has nothing to say to you, we won't bother you, let's leave now, we will have a date in the future

Get out of the way, the masked old Taoist's tone increased a little. With a wave of his sleeves, a strong wind rushed towards him, swinging Lao Liu's head aside. Lao Liu's head staggered a few steps back before he stood firm and never dared to step forward. At this moment, the masked old Taoist's body began to emit a faint murderous aura, which was daunting.
Chapter completed!