If Wu Shixun was still a naive child, and he should obey any one's words, that's it.

It's a pity that, after being stabbed by such a hand, the previous violent temper has been raised, and it has been replaced by another person. How can any one be able to hold it, that is an existence that can't be held by ten cows.

That big thick leg, aggressive and impartial, just hit the bullseye.

As if he heard some kind of cracking sound, he took a deep breath and turned his head away.

"Ow...Ow...Ow..."

Sanshi's screams drowned out the roar of the waves hitting the rocks.

This powerful person among the monks is as strong as a mountain on weekdays. At this time, he has no image at all. The appearance of rolling around while holding his second child is really... appalling.

"Oh...I don't know if it exploded! This reaction is too bad, I didn't escape. Tsk tsk tsk..."

Prince Baqi smiled strangely, with gloating in his eyes.

The rest of the men involuntarily clamped their legs and took a few steps away from Wu Shixun unswervingly.

They didn't want to get involved and follow in his footsteps.

"Cut! You fool, the cultivator can still be beaten by a layman."

It was Xi Mo who said this. She still didn't look up to watch the fun, but just played with rubbing the branches. The two thin strips of paper were sharpened like two sharp arrows under her movements.

Her words were very quiet, and were quickly taken away by the sea breeze. The only person who heard the scene was Lan Ling.

She didn't intend to pay attention to it, but seeing the other party's face full of disdain, she explained with some displeasure, "A monk is also a human being. Before reaching the holy king level, this fleshly body is still very fragile. You can only attack from a distance and never get close to the enemy.”

This is also the reason why monks like to use talismans against the enemy.

"Heh...that's why...it's unbearable!"

Xi Mo raised the arrow in his hand and said nonchalantly towards the bonfire.

The firelight reflected on her delicate face the size of a slap, and the corners of her mouth that slanted upward unexpectedly revealed a strange aura.

That is a kind of charm and soul-stirring that only mature, beautiful and seductive women can have.

Her eyes also seemed to have a different kind of brilliance flowing. In this way, she had long since faded away from the heroic and youthful spirit at the beginning, and had become an unfamiliar existence.

Lan Ling didn't explain anything, but the Prince Baqi interjected,

"Little sister's eyes are very sharp, and the goods are not vulnerable, so he deserves to be unlucky."

Xi Mo didn't care about him, and she wasn't interested in such weirdos at all.

Prince Baqi looked at her with burning eyes, and continued, "I think you have a bad appetite, and you haven't eaten anything. Are these foods not to your taste?"

"Heh... little baby, when you grow up, come back and show your hospitality!"

Xi Mo stood up and looked at him condescendingly.

Prince Baqi lay back with his small body, leaning on his side to support his head, and said condescendingly: "Little sister, this is a bad word. I just greeted you routinely, but I didn't want to fall in love with you. Are you thinking too much?"

As a prince, the heir of a tribe, the women around him are no less than that of Haihuang Ji Sanheng.

People from the Sea Clan are more open and casual than the Human Race when it comes to choosing a partner, which is why the people of the Sea Clan look strange.

The mermaid fish body is the form of most people of the sea clan, and very few will appear atavism, such as the fish head body, or the body but the tortoise shell and so on.

Only when you are an adult can you take off this outfit and have the appearance of a human race.

"Cut!" Xi Mo didn't want to chat too much with Prince Baqi.

Such a child is mysterious, wearing a cloak at night to cover himself tightly. It's really weird and boring to be so invisible.

However, it is clear that, as a naturally amorous sea clan, even if the thief God turns him into a child, it cannot stop his eager heart.

Before, because of the presence of Haihuang Ji Sanheng, he was afraid, but now, hehe...

He just lay on his side like that, seemingly doing nothing, but, under the cover of the night, a small thing was squirming quietly and stretched out one of his forelimbs towards Xi Mo.

This forelimb stretched at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was about to wrap around Xi Mo's leg. Suddenly, a big foot came out and stomped on it.

The severe pain made this little beast tremble with convulsions, but it couldn't make a sound, and could only scream silently.

Prince Baqi cried out in distress, "Brother, hurry up, hold your feet high, you stepped on Xiao Ba!"

"What?" Ren Yi hurriedly jumped away, turning his head to see where he was standing just now.

It was too dark and he didn't see anything, and when he staggered back, he didn't know what he stepped on, and suddenly he heard the prince's eight prayers screaming, "I stepped on it again, ah ah ah~~~ dying!"

"Brother, you lie so far, how did I step on you?"

"Pfft... You didn't step on me, you stepped on my pet Octopus!"

"Ha! Don't tell me sooner!" Ren Yi hurriedly jumped in the direction of Xi Mo.

Prince Baqi held up his pet, Octopus, with some distress, and two of his claws were flat, as if he was seriously injured.

"Ow~~ my poor little eight, either his claws were broken, or he was trampled, why are you so miserable!"

"Cough cough..." Ren Zhan felt a little embarrassed, after all, it was his mistake that hurt others.

"Well, don't worry, I have enough medicinal herbs here. In a few days, I'll make sure it's alive and well."

Looking at any of the medicinal pills handed over, Prince Baqi accepted it with tears in his eyes.

What else can I do? You can't beat him to get angry, can you? If the younger brother beats the elder brother, will the thief God think it is a big sin and give him a curse package?

This thought only flashed in my mind for a moment. In the originally clear night sky, a flash of lightning struck down and hit the fire.

It was like cooking oil on a fire, and sparks suddenly splashed around. One of the people around was counted as one, and all of them were scalded.

"Hey~~~ What's going on? It's burning me!" Little cute looked at the back of her hand. There was a blister on it, which was swelling at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pain was so painful that her tears almost burst out.

Mao didn't look much better. The five-inch beard on his chin was burnt to the front, and the smell of burning burnt came from him, which made him feel distressed.

"What happened? My beard! It's white!"

"Hey~~~ Help me! Help! It's on fire!"

The most miserable among the people is Sanshi.

At his "bull's eye", unfortunately, it was ignited, and it was blazing.

The severe fright made him forget all the monks' methods, like a layman with no power, desperately begging for people.

The rest suggested: "Quick! Just roll a few times on the ground!"

Sanshi listened to the instructions carefully, and rolled without hesitation.

This time, his screams were more cruel than a bullseye kicked by Wu Shixun.