Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

"A skinned dog face? It's smiling at me?"

Listening to Bai Lingmiao's words, Li Huowang, who was invisible, drew a hair-raising picture in his mind.

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, Li Huowang asked in the direction of the previous voice, "Steamed bread?"

"Wow!!" The familiar bark sounded.

Li Huowang has been raising steamed buns for more than a year, and he will never admit his mistake. That is the voice of steamed buns, and there is no pain or fear in this voice, but a hint of excitement and urgency.

Li Huowang, who frowned, turned his ears to the side, tried his best to listen, and then asked again, "Li Sui?"

Li Suina sounded again from the exact same direction as the dog bark with a trace of overlapping voices. "Dad, I'm here."

Saying that, Li Sui seemed to want to climb in from the window, but was interrupted by a rush of drumming.

"Father, mother, she won't let me go." There was a trace of grievance in Li Sui's voice.

Hearing this, Li Huowang rubbed his temples in pain, but he didn't know what to do for a while.

He doesn't even know what to call the thing in front of him now. What did Li Sui do under the influence of the disaster yesterday?

"Dad, don't you want me?" Li Sui's voice had a hint of crying, mixed with the low whine of a few steamed buns.

Li Huowang patted the second **** in front of him with his hand, "It's fine, he can't hurt me, even if I'm blind now."

Immediately afterward, Li Huowang with a dignified expression walked past her and leaned towards the voice.

Although Li Huowang couldn't see it, he still had a sense of sight, and he quickly came to a place that was ten feet away from the other party.

"You come in and talk, don't lie outside the window like this."

With the sound of two dull footsteps, Li Huowang smelled a **** smell. She was standing in front of her at the moment. That was not the smell of human blood, but the blood of dogs.

Li Huowang thought about it, stretched out his hands and touched it there.

The first thing Li Huowang touched was a rough tongue among the sharp fangs.

The tongue licked quickly, quickly licking off the blood scab on the back of Li Huowang's hand. "Father, your hand is bleeding."

Li Huowang moved up along the tongue and touched a skinless animal face with very few muscles and hard bones exposed directly in many places.

At this time, on the head of the animal face was the hat that Li Huowang bought for Li Sui, but the hat was broken so badly that there was only one frame left, which did not cover his face at all.

Immediately afterwards, Li Huowang's hands left the beast's head, and he began to touch the rest of her body inch by inch along the underside of the tattered shroud.

Below the animal's face is the same **** dog ​​body, but instead of standing on all fours in the past, it is squatting like a hunchbacked person.

When you touch it, you can feel that it is obviously different from the steamed buns in the past. There is something squirming under the body, which supports the whole body very much. There are even some places that are out of touch, as if a strong man is forcibly wearing a much smaller one. clothing.

Li Huowang, who came over, knew what it was, it was Li Sui's tentacles.

When Li Huowang brushed her back, the tentacles still stretched out from inside, gently wrapping around his fingers.

In some places, the tentacles didn't even get in, and they were just exposed in clusters.

Her limbs were also stretched and thickened, and even slightly twisted and deformed by tentacles, so her body was taller than Li Huowang.

Perceiving inch by inch through his own hands, a dog-faced monster whose flesh was twisted and covered with tentacles appeared in Li Huowang's mind.

After a long time, Li Huowang slowly exhaled and asked, "What the **** are you now? Is it a steamed bun or Li Sui?"

"Father, I'm Li Sui. Wang Wang!" With a trace of **** heat, it blew onto Li Huowang's face.

"Where did you go last night? What happened?"

"Dad, I don't know either. I was looking for steamed buns to play with. Later, I didn't know what was going on, so I fell asleep. When I woke up, I couldn't find steamed buns."

"I think I heard you calling me, so I hurried over here."

Listening to Li Sui's account-like explanation, Li Huowang sighed deeply. "how come."

He did know that Hei Taisui had the ability to take away other people's bodies, but he really didn't expect this kind of situation.

Is this Li Sui or a steamed bun in front of you? Or a combination of the two? How should I treat her?

It seemed that Li Huowang was in a low mood, the animal face was attached to it, the hard skull was lightly arching in Li Huowang's arms, and she lightly licked Li Huowang's chin with her tongue, and the tattered bamboo hat on her head rolled down to the ground.

Feeling her closeness to him, Li Huowang put his arms around her and thought about it for a long time.

Finally, she tapped lightly on her tattered shoji. "Okay, okay. That's it, it's good not to die, and I don't expect too much."

Maybe other people will feel fear and fear when facing this **** monster.

But Li Huowang doesn't. Speaking of which, in this completely crazy world, who is better than the other, and he is not so much better now.

Li Huowang turned around and looked in Bai Lingmiao's direction. "Miaomiao, she will be our daughter in the future."

"Daughter? Her?"

"Well, Li Sui is black Tai Sui regardless of gender, but there are steamed buns. She is mother, so she will be our daughter in the future. I hope you don't dislike it."

Just when Bai Lingmiao hesitated, Er Shen walked over and stroked Li Sui's terrifying head with his hands.

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The natural disaster has passed, and although all kinds of things that happened in this short period of time can make people have nightmares for several nights, the days have to look forward.

After the heated discussion, it gradually returned to calm ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ what to do or what to do.

"His father, his father, it's time to get up."

Master Wu, who was taking a nap, was pushed awake, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw his yellow-faced woman.

"What time is it?" He sat up slowly, stretched out his feet, and waited for others to wait for him to put on his shoes.

"It's time. If you go to sleep, you'll have to light a lantern. It costs money."

When he came to teach in Niuxin Village, he chose the morning and the afternoon, but many people had to work in the fields, and even the child Yang had to cook, but he had no choice but to adjust the time to the evening.

"Well, let's get dressed." He stretched out his hands.

"Oh, I put away the dried radishes on the roof. I don't have time to serve you today. I put dinner on the table. After eating, remember to wash it and put it in the kitchen."

Master Wu glared at her, "This old man is a scholar! How can you approach the kitchen!"