Chapter 115 Tonghe Story Tells (2)

Author: Unlucky Caffeine

Chapter 115 Tonghe Story Tells (2)

Xiong Binge said: "Don't sell."

The man smiled and reached out to touch the smooth back of the little gourd, and the little gourd screamed in horror.

However, Xiong Binge dared not get angry.

He knew that it was not easy for people who dared to say such words casually on the street.

The man looked at him in surprise: "You have a good temper. That won't help me. How many spirit stones are you willing to sell to me? I'll take them away and give them to my father as a gift."

He said: "No matter how many spirit stones are sold, it is my natal spirit beast."

"Three thousand spirit stones, will you sell them?"

“Not selling.”

Xiong Binge wanted to leave, but was stopped by several men in black robes who suddenly appeared around him: "Ten Thousand."

Xiong Bing'er had never seen so many spirit stones in his life, but he looked frightened at Xiao Hulu and said, "Don't sell it."

"Where are twenty thousand?"

Xiong Bing'er was stunned.

He was thinking wildly in his heart what these spirit stones could do, and for a moment he even fell into endless beautiful illusions.

Spending resources to pile yourself into the golden elixir is at least no problem. This is more than three hundred years of life!

But Xiao Hulu is his old friend.

At the beginning, Xiong Binge broke open the hunter's trap in the forest. When he saved it, he was still a foal. He fell in love with Xiong Binge, who had nothing to do, and took the initiative to leave the clan and explore the world with him.

Xiong Binge, a monk who is so ordinary that he cannot be more ordinary, doesn’t know how long he has been riding on its back and galloping on the mountains or the giant lake, and how many wonders he has seen that other monks may not be able to see.

That was the only corner within his distant dream.

My disciples also like it very much. Every time their food is carefully prepared by the disciple and the bronze crane.

Every day, they take turns combing the little gourd's hair.

He gritted his teeth, shook his head, and said, "No sell."

"I really don't know what's right." The young man said, his face gradually getting colder. "Don't think I didn't understand your expression just now. I'll give you a last chance."

The man in black next to him gradually surrounded him.

He couldn't see through each of the five people. If he started fighting at this time, he would definitely not be able to beat him, and he would even die in such a life.

"Thirty thousand." The young man twisted the bottle plug in the wine pot in his hand and said casually, "Do you sell it?"

A "shiny" sounded behind him.

Xiong Binge's heartbeats very fast, and he knows that he can catch this sword.

But when the sword was about to cut him, he didn't know why he was a little weak and blocked it lightly - of course he didn't block it.

He looked at the blood flowing from his arms and felt relieved.

"I, I--"

Before he could spit out the word "sell", he found something seemed to be stuck on the sword, which made his eyes dark.

When he woke up again, he was woken up by his disciples and Tonghe who rushed over.

The little gourd is gone.

He knew that the little gourd was taken away, but he still asked Luo Xiaoyu and the copper crane to search for it in the middle of the night, and of course he found nothing.

The two young men tried their best to comfort him with tears in their eyes, and finally took him back to the Elder Peak, who was embarrassed and weak, and took him back to the Elder Peak with difficulty.

He, a monk who was close to the late stage of foundation building, started to get angry when he returned. He was like a mortal, and his disciple Luo Xiaoyuyi served him in disguise for a whole night.

He woke up in a daze early in the morning three days later and subconsciously checked his ring.

There is a bright light inside.

Piles of spirit stones are piled up randomly in the corners.

He counted one by one, and counted until the sun rose to the middle of the sky.

There are 30,000, and there are 30,000.

A day later, wearing a mask, he walked into the Medicine Pavilion, then into the Tongfa Pavilion, spending 30,000 spirit stones.

The little gourd has been spent.

He returned to the Elder Peak and saw that his disciples came back from somewhere, covered in pants and mud, sitting blankly beside his manger, wiped his tears with his small steel cannon.

As soon as he was about to go over and ask, he was pulled by the copper crane in the same mud on the other side: "Grandpa Xiong, he is fine, I can just watch it."

Xiong Bing'er could guess that they were going to find Xiao Hulu.

He stood there in a daze, his heartbeat stopped for a moment, and then he said hard for a while: "Then wait for him, tell him, don't come to the room to look for me these days, I'm going to retreat."

Tonghe nodded and agreed without doubt.

When he broke through the golden elixir after several months, Luo Xiaoyu burst into tears: "You must find the little gourd back!"

Tonghe happened to come up the mountain and said someone was looking for him.

Xiong Bing'er hurriedly agreed to Luo Xiaoyu and went down the mountain.

Tonghe heard Luo Xiaoyu happily say that Xiong Bing'er had advanced to the golden elixir and frowned slightly.

Is all this a coincidence?

Xiong Binge went down the mountain, but saw a familiar back.

The man turned his head and said with a smile: "The goods you gave us are a little problem. You can solve them and we have prepared additional compensation for you."

Xiong Binge began to feel dizzy again: "Don't think about it."

"We are not bad guys, and we didn't hurt you last time, aren't we? We are very honest." The young man with a handsome appearance said with a smile, "And, my father said, if it really doesn't work, I'll give it back to you.

.You really won't go?"

Xiong Binge stopped again.

He heard four words squeezed out from his teeth: "I'll go with you."

The young man smiled with satisfaction.

They stopped in a cold jungle.

When Xiong Bing'er saw the little gourd, his pupils shrank violently.

That's no longer a white horse.

Its skin is blooming, and the dark red blood falls on the blood beach, and the blood is also splashing.

Luo Xiaoyu's face flashed through his mind.

How sad it would be if the child saw it.

Four men in black controlled it tightly with chains.

The young man said indifferently: "We want it to be obedient, what should we do?"

Xiao Hulu turned his head and looked at him with a burning hatred in his eyes.

He took a step back and dared not look into its eyes: "I have to cancel my contract with it."

"You can lift it."

Xiong Binge said: "I withdraw my name."

The severe disappointment and pain disappeared before he could fill his heart.

Very good, the young man said, I have another way, but you can't leave yet, wait a little longer.

Xiong Binge witnessed a torture, but it never refused to take even one step.

Until today, Xiong Bing'er realized that the little gourd was a fierce horse that would rather die than surrender.

Before, when it was hurt by Luo Xiaoyu's hair, it would be so angry that it would be slapped. Everyone agreed that it was very spoiled and like a child.

He never dared to look up.

"Damn." Finally, he heard the young man curse in disgust, "Forget it, let it return it to you."
Chapter completed!