The Poisonous Little Uncle Specializes in Treating Love Brain

Shen Jinghong climbed out of the coffin without even brushing off the ashes. "Having been sleeping for hundreds of years, no one comes to see you? Zhenyue Sect, these white-eyed wolves." As soon as he went out, he saw that his senior brother was about to give up his cultivation because of Bai Yueguang. She slapped Bai Yueguang away: "Are you a senior brother or a big enemy?" The eldest brother cried so hard that he burst into tears and was punished by cleaning the toilet. ——Later, Bai Yueguang came back with his new backer to ask for forgiveness. Shen Jinghong moved a chair and sat down: "Don't worry, let him act for a while longer." After climbing over the wall and entering the alchemy room, the second senior sister was crying to the alchemy furnace: "He said he would marry me when he breaks through..." Shen Jinghong picked up her diary: "Are you refining elixirs or writing love letters?" The second senior sister had an epiphany on the spot: "Men are just clouds." ——Later, she used diarrhea pills to blow up the entire enemy camp, while shouting: "I didn't mean it!" Passing by the spiritual plant garden, the third junior sister was crying while holding the trampled spiritual plant. Shen Jinghong rescued him casually, and the third junior sister immediately hugged her thigh: "Little junior uncle is the best!" ——Later, she always yelled "I'm going to hit you" before hitting someone. When the opponent was stunned, the person was already flying. From then on, the style of painting changed—— The senior brother shouted while practicing the sword: "Women will only affect the speed of my sword draw!" The second senior sister made alchemy and blew up the window: "Success is here again!" The third junior sister chased a butterfly and fell into a ditch. She was picked up and asked, "How old are you?" What's even more annoying is that there is a man in black in the dark who delivers meals every day. "Who are you?" "Passers-by." "Do passers-by deliver food every day?" "You're hungry." "... I'm not hungry." (Stomach growling)