Everyone Pampers the Small Blessing Who Has a Spatial Pocket!

In front of the General Temple of Hujia Village, there is a row of stools.

At the top sits the village chief Hu, the old man Hu, the old Ma clan and others, and at the bottom sits the head of the old king.

Mrs. Wang stood at the front, looking at the man on the wooden board.

The man on the plank, the right leg is curled up in an abnormal posture, the left leg is straightened and placed next to it, and a rolling pin is tightly attached.

It was obviously not summer yet, the man's clothes were already soaked, and sweat kept dripping from his forehead.

"You said your name is Heishi, from the Youlong Clan?" asked old lady Wang.

Blackstone endured the pain and replied, "Yes."

"What do you mean by the holy dragon before?" Mrs. Wang walked around the board for half a circle, her voice calm and slow, "I think about it before answering, otherwise, let alone the second leg, the third one. Don't even try to save your legs."

Blackstone: "..." This is the bandit den, right? ! !

"To be precise, I'm a traitor of the Youlong Clan. I'm here to find—"

He thought about it for a long time, and was just about to speak, when suddenly a broken sound came, and something shot straight at him.

Black Stone suddenly tightened.

He was already poisoned, and his right leg was broken. Even if he knew someone wanted his life, he couldn't escape.

My life is over.

He thought sadly.

As a result, the next moment, I saw something appearing from the other end, paired with the thing in the air, not only blocked the approaching hidden weapon, but also unabated, and shot away in the direction where the hidden weapon came.

"Hmm—" A muffled voice came from the big tree not far away.

A man fell heavily from a tree.

Immediately comatose.

The villagers were startled.

I hurried over to take a look, but I saw a man dressed almost like Blackstone.

With a chopstick stuck in his chest, the person has passed out.

The villagers were dumbfounded.

How is this going?

"Amitabha." Yun Zhi walked out of the crowd with a very humble expression, "The poor monk has a slippery hand, sinful sin."

Villagers:  …

If the master didn't swallow the vegetarian chicken leg in his mouth and wiped the remaining chopstick on the sleeve of the person next to him when he was talking, they would really believe it.

Mrs. Wang: "Boss, look at the person first, and let's talk about whether you can save it or not."

Wang Chuanfu hurriedly ran over and crouched in front of the unconscious man.

"Now we can talk." Mrs. Wang kicked the board with her feet.

Hei Shi had already completely believed that the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in this village was definitely not something that a little traitor like him could do.

So I explained it honestly.

"Speaking of our Youlong Clan, it was formed 800 years ago, a chance by chance—"

Halfway through his words, Mrs. Wang stepped on his injured leg.

Everyone heard his screams.

Then he silently turned his head away.

Especially Hu San, who looked at Aunt Hu San's legs from time to time.

It seems that over the years, Aunt Wang and her daughter-in-law quarreled, and they really kept their hands.

Otherwise, his daughter-in-law might have been paralyzed in bed long ago.

Blackstone: "I said, I said, I'm here to find the holy dragon! The more poisonous we are, the more we are dying, the more we can perceive the traces of the holy dragon, and we usually find the feeling in our hearts to find the holy dragon. ."

In fact, Hei Shi was not sure that the holy dragon was here, and he was even at a loss, but after walking to this mountain range, there was a faint feeling in his heart that told him to go this way.

Even if they reach the holy dragon, there is a high probability that they will be swallowed by the holy dragon.

Anyway, no traitor was saved by the holy dragon in the end.

"The holy dragon he said was not us—?" the villagers whispered.