Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

The grey-headed wolf monk lowered his voice and said in a very secretive tone:

"Don't say it, don't say it."

The Snow-haired Godson smiled and didn't ask any more questions: "Okay, I'll go meet him in person when I have a chance."

All the questions that need to be asked have been asked, and all the things that need to be said have been said. The believers outside the door probably also understood the whole story. The goal has been achieved, and it’s time to end the game.

Jiang Yuan straightened his back and slowly stood up. The scalding water under his feet could no longer stop him.

The wolf-headed monk then realized that Jiang Yuan had been silent for such a long time, but he was just bending down to pretend, and the molten iron was only a little above his knees.

Mi Zui was startled and thought to himself that something was wrong. He took a deep breath, his wolf hair stood upside down, and instantly released all the weight of his sins!

A whimper escaped from Jiang Yuan's throat: "Ugh---!"

The spine was bent, and this time the thin waist was really bent, and the whole person sank ten centimeters.

The wolf monk changed his previous amiable attitude and said fiercely with determination:

"Don't even think about leaving here!!!"

He was like a sponge soaked in water, suddenly expanding dozens of times. Dirty wolf hair began to grow from his head to other parts of his body. His huge shadow covered half of the mountain of knives, and he turned into a real giant wolf-headed monster!

However, the guilty monk had never released all his weight like this before. The rapidly increasing sin of destroying the country made him feel suffocated.

A pair of wolf eyes bulged outward, his black tongue turned outward, and blue veins popped out all over his body. He wrapped his thick and long arms tightly around Jiang Yuan's neck, vowing to press the Son of God into the sea of ​​fire alive. Even if he couldn't be burned to death, he would press him to the bottom of the sea and he would never be reborn!

The live broadcast ball was knocked away by the wolf monk and almost smashed into the wall of the knife mountain.

"Bang boom boom boom --!!!"

The sea surface shook violently, molten iron splashed everywhere, blue fire raged, and huge waves were created. The figure of the Snow-haired Son of God was pressed under the sea and could not be seen at all.

The believers were sweating profusely and were extremely anxious. They looked at the messy TV screen and stood there anxiously saying:

"Sister Xi!! Sister Xi, please let the live broadcast ball fly down! We can't see it!!!"

"It's over, it's over! The wolf is desperate!!"

"Now we really have to change the Holy Lord!"

After Gu Saner said this, he was so happy that his head was covered with black bubbles and he could no longer laugh.

Qiuci: "Double Happiness!! The TV screen is distorted! You need to think of a solution quickly!!"

There was a black bubble on his forehead, and he could hardly protect himself. Ying Shuangxi already had squinting eyes:

"......"

I am tired.

Yu Du's face was gloomy as he sat there, tightening his grip on the inky black staff with his five fingers. He was about to stand up when he saw the huge wolf in the picture bounce a few times and move unusually.

At the foot of the huge Wolf Monk Mountain, bean-sized beads of sweat fell like pearls that had broken off a string, crashing into the sea of ​​fire and instantly vaporizing into mist.

"Woohoo! It's hot! It's hot!!!"

A black hole was cast on the white hem of the shirt, and Jiang Yuan's entire thigh was now sunk into the thick molten iron. His leg hair was flying grey, his skin was swollen and red, turning purple and black, and his trouser legs were carbonized upwards.

But these are not the most urgent.

What’s worrying is that it’s about to burn his thighs and his little brother!

brothers!

brothers!

My little brother!

Your life has been hard enough following me, I can’t make it any harder!

For the sake of brotherhood, Jiang Dashenzi bared his teeth, mobilized all his strength, stretched every muscle to the limit, and his tendons and veins bulged. He sank another half an centimeter. He pulled away the giant hand that was trapped on his neck, then grabbed the wolf claw and swung it out.

The unstoppable force shook the heavens and the earth, and the giant wolf monster was swung in the air like a hula hoop for three and a half circles, and then it aimed in one direction and let go, throwing the wolf monk out like Big Bad Wolf!!!

In the scorching wind, the wolf monk shouted in disbelief:

“-------------------Ahhhhh!? Aaaaaah?!?!?! Aaaaaah?!!!”

What kind of monster is Jiang Yuan!!!

Half a second later, there was a loud bang.

The sinful monk brushed past the mountain of knives and created a huge gap on the side of the mountain. The broken blades turned into a meteor belt and continued to fly forward with him.

It flew all the way to the starting point of the game, landed on its face, and created a huge crater on the black soil shore. Smoke and dust instantly covered the other side.

Jiang Yuan, who regained his freedom, felt relaxed. He rubbed his shoulder which was almost broken, stretched his muscles a few times, and then, on the sea of ​​fire, he took three or two steps as lightly as an antelope and successfully reached the shore.

Shen Zi stepped onto the reef shore barefoot, and his newly bought loose jeans had been burned into beach shorts.

As he walked, his body recovered, with clouds of smoke surrounding him. His burned legs healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. When he reached the crater, they were completely healed, with only his feet still charred and smoking.

When the smoke and dust cleared, in the center of the meteorite crater, the white-robed wolf monk had returned to his original size. The whole wolf was lying at the bottom of the crater, with his white robe torn into strips, his eyes rolled back, and his front facing up, flat like a human-shaped stand.

Jiang Yuan walked to the edge of the pit, wondering:

Shouldn't it?

I clearly saw the huge ghost shadow on the shore just now, and the Master Thrower also aimed well when he threw it. How come there is only the Wolf Monk here now?

Did the sect leader run away?

Or......

In order to verify his speculation, Jiang Yuan jumped into the pit and turned over the dizzy wolf monk with a bump on his forehead. Sure enough, he made a new discovery under the master.

Under the wolf monk, there was a small human-shaped hole, in which sat a skinny little girl, about one meter tall. She was wearing a thick, tattered, ill-fitting skirt, like a sack. The princess sleeves were torn into pieces, and her body was covered in dust and dirt, with rags all over her body left by sharp claws.

She had a pair of pointed buns on her head, which were hairy and made her look like a little beggar at first glance, but if you look closely, you can see a few gold and silver threads remaining on her tattered clothes.

Obviously she was once a wealthy girl with fine clothes and delicious food.

It turns out that the strange huge ghost shadow was the shadow of the little girl in tattered clothes?

It was probably because she was too close to the sea of ​​fire at the time, which created a huge illusion, but the problem is, how could the leader of this sect be a little girl?

This time it was Jiang Yuan's turn to be surprised.

"God damn evil god, they're even hiring child laborers?!"

How could this little girl, who hasn't even grown all her teeth yet and can't even hold a knife steadily, be a dangerous sect leader whose mission is to kill people?

This is so rare.

Jiang Yuan reached out and grabbed the collar of the dizzy little girl, pulled her up from the ground, and observed her carefully.

"Could it be a Tianshan Child-Fairy?..."

“Wow…!!!”

Suddenly being grabbed, the girl screamed: "It hurts...it hurts so much...!"

The little fellow with cheeks as thin as a monkey was agile and started punching and kicking Jiang Yuan while cursing at him!

"Look, I'm going to beat you up today!!!"

However, the little kid’s legs were too short, and even if he left an afterimage, he couldn’t scratch his opponent’s armpits.

Such amazing fighting power made Jiang Yuan even more suspicious of her identity.

"Children should not swear." Jiang Yuan taught.

The little girl cursed in a childish voice: "Go to hell! I will be seven years old after the Mid-Autumn Festival! I am no longer a three-year-old child!"

Jiang Yuan was so surprised that he covered his mouth with one hand: "Wow! You are almost seven years old! That's amazing."

Seeing that Jiang Yuan was intimidated, the young lady immediately put her hands on her hips, raised her head, puffed out her chest, and said arrogantly with her feet in the air: "Humph! If you are scared, let me go!"

"Okay."

Then Jiang Shenzi held her head and rubbed it.

He is a professional in dealing with naughty kids.

“Woooooa ...

The girl's scream woke the unconscious wolf monk up immediately. When he saw Jiang Yuan bullying the child, he immediately said nervously, "Don't hurt her!"

Jiang Yuan held up the little aunt and asked curiously, "Master, is this aunt your daughter?"

"Not at all!"

Before the wolf-headed monk could even open his mouth, the little girl immediately denied it and started shaking her head like a rattle: "Your aunt is not the daughter of this old beast! I am an orphan!! An orphan!!! An orphan without a father or a mother!!!"

Jiang Yuan blinked his eyes. This was the first time he saw someone labeled an orphan.

"Hey."

The wolf monk on the ground opened and closed his sharp mouth, as if he was about to speak. All the words came to the tip of his tongue and finally turned into a helpless sigh.

"I owe her all this..."