MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 25

As soon as Yan Zhengming said this, Li Xun and Cheng Qian were both dumbfounded, Li Xing had almost no brain, and blurted out: "Then ... isn't that the Master?"

As soon as the words came out, he felt that he had been possessed by Han Yuan, and quickly squeezed his eyebrows.

Yan Zhengming said positively: "Of course not, did you eat all the door rules? For example, ghost roads and killing roads, which are destructive and destructive, can step out of the division and never come back. "

A quiet room.

Half a while later, Cheng Qian came back to God and said, "That is to say, the person that Boss Wen said may be ..."

When he said this, he paused involuntarily. It seemed that he didn't know what to call the person. After a while, he came up with one: "Uh ... the former teacher."

"Anyone else besides him," Yan Zhengming said anxiously, "Fu Yao Shan is not a magic repair base."

Li Ye tentatively said, "Brother, what do you think? Otherwise we will ask Master tomorrow?"

Yan Zhengming immediately shook his head to veto. Although Master said a lot, it was mostly nonsense. As soon as he saw the business, he could immediately become a saw-necked gourd. Yan Zhengming never believed that they could pry something from Master with them. He groaned for a moment, holding a glimmer of hope: "Is there any way ... When Master wants to shake us off, try to find out where he is going ? "

Cheng Qian was mixed in the nine-story Jinglou building all day, and Wen Yan immediately jumped out of a lot of corresponding countermeasures. However, he quickly deleted the past one by one, and finally found that the hope was very slim—because he wanted to follow Master, the first one That is, some of them must be more powerful than Master.

"I don't see anything," Cheng Qiandao said, "Unless the second brother becomes a toad again, and a lot of golden clams are also tasted on the master-but I suspect that if a big demon is encountered, the second brother's guidance toad may be Pretend to die again. "

"Don't look at me, I can't help it," Li said, spreading his hands. "The enemies with savvy things are currently counseling. Those who don't counsel are bound to be stupid. It's not easy to find someone."

"Must be sane, and not seduced ..." Yan Zhengming considered his voice for a moment, "Hey, what do you say about the puddle?"

Cheng Qian rolled his eyes—he didn't see that Xiao Shi ’s “smart mind” or where she did n’t “speak”, but he responded the next moment, and they did n’t have the ability to follow Master, so he could n’t help it. Can't think of a way to cut out on Xiaoshimei?

Anyway, the stupid child who has been around by Master even ca n’t understand anyone and will never find it.

The three discussed for a moment, found a wooden bar, and cut it into a very thin slice. Cheng Qian provided a method for the expo group of books. Yan Zhengming started his operation and stumbled to trace the tracking spell.

This tracking spell is very elementary. Cheng Qian has not seen the advanced one, but he can't hold back the tide of his masters. He failed again and again.

Master Yan shook his sore hand and felt that he had never done so carefully in studying the spell in the 800th place. He couldn't help glaring at Cheng Qian in angrily: "What kind of **** is this, can you be reliable?"

It ’s almost impossible to pull out **** to blame the pit—Cheng Qian swallowed the indecent words from his mouth, then stuffed it into his eyes, and scanned the master brother from head to toe with a scornful look. Over and over again.

Noisy, noisy, and Li Yan's painstaking effort and mud, they tossed to midnight, and barely carved the wood.

Yan Zhengming handed the bats to the yawning Li Yan: "I don't care anymore, you think of a way to put on her, because of this shit, I actually tossed with you for a long time."

Who is it for?

Cheng Qian was so sleepy that he dropped the strict "mother-in-law" that the wicked sue first and walked to his hut. Just when he came to the door and was about to enter, Yan Zhengming, who had caught up, suddenly stopped him.

"Slow, Xiao Qian, I have something to tell you."

With Yan Zhengming's mammoth like fertiliser that year, his voice gradually dwindled. No longer the young man Qingyue, as long as he didn't yell by himself, it sounded like an adult man. Already.

Cheng Qian rarely heard him be so serious, turned around and looked at him doubtfully.

The young man behind him was standing under the moonlight, and the impetuousness and waywardness on weekdays seemed to be suppressed by the deep night, but it was a bit unlike him for a while.

Yan Zhengming hesitated for a long time before he said, "I said a few things just now. Actually ... I also heard that last name Wen said another word."

Cheng Qian frowned.

"He said that the Fuyao faction" Zhong Lingyuxiu ", every generation will have a demon ..." Yan Zhengming's voice broke here, he stared at Cheng Qian for a moment, feeling that the master was almost like a fragile bamboo pole, and it seemed to be broken at a stroke Actually, it was cold and hard. No one knew how much awkward mood was hidden in his stomach. Yan Zhengming lowered his head slightly and whispered, "You have the right mind, right?"

Cheng Qian listened. He didn't ridicule him, and he didn't turn back. He heard the real caution in Yan Zhengming's remarks. Whether the brother was worried or not, he felt that it was for him. Because the master is usually lazy and insolent, most of the time his brothers and sisters are letting him, Cheng Qian rarely finds his brother's feeling from him.

Until this moment.

So Cheng Qian said nothing, but nodded silently.

Yan Zhengming exhaled softly, stretched out his hands and covered Cheng Qianpi's back of his hair, gently pushed him into the thatched house.

"That's good," Yan Zhengming whispered, and then returned to God. He regained his stern attitude, pointed sternly at Cheng Qian's pleated clothes, "Chang me for another tomorrow, you don't feel like a block Is it a rag? "

Cheng Qian probably didn't agree very much—his answer was to shoot the master with the hut door.

This place was an eventful one. Cheng Qian sent Yan Zhengming to the ground and fell to the bed, feeling that he had just woke up just after falling asleep.

Han Yuan is even more annoying than the master kicking his door directly and pulling him out of the quilt. He seems to be a bird who loves wood-pecking, sneaking in the wood window. Knocking up and down, Cheng Qian was upset when he woke up.

Even on horseback, Cheng Qian didn't drop his spell for a moment. The meridians that had been forcibly widened and the bones that he had stretched out when he started growing up became a pain, making him often not sleep well at night. He was awakened twice in succession, and he hated being unable to kill the noise with a sharp weapon.

Han Yuan didn't go to the main entrance, and Cheng Qian crawled in through the window with expressionless gaze. He sat politely on his bed, whispering: "Hey, what do you think I saw?"

Cheng Qian didn't guess. He fell on his back to the bed and covered his head with a quilt.

"Hey, don't sleep, get up, I will take you to see a strange one." Han Yuan rushed to Cheng Qian, grabbed his quilt with both hands, "You have never seen it, Xiao Qian? Xiao Qian!"

Cheng Qian resolutely refused to look out to see him, and yelled at him across the quilt: "Look for my mother!"

Han Yuan was startled: "Just, I dare not, he has to put me in the incense burner."

Cheng Qian rolled into the bed: "Go to Li Yan!"

"Find it," Han Yuan grieved, "I'm almost shooting in his ears, I can't wake up."

Cheng Qian: "..."

Dare is the easiest thing to wake him up, and the most subtle.

Han Yuan successfully lifted his quilt, ignoring Cheng Qian's implicit anger, and whispered in his ear: "Have you ever seen a ghost?"

Cheng Qian was about to have an attack. After listening to this sentence, his frown frowned slightly: "What?"

After Yi Xiang's time, Cheng Qian followed Han Yuan and ran out from the broken inn.

"There are episodes in the town these days, and I walked a bit late," Han Yuan said as he walked. "So when I came back, I took a short cut-here, you pay attention to your feet."

Cheng Qian dizzyly walked behind Han Yuan, carefully avoiding the mud on the ground. I couldn't figure out how he could understand the surrounding environment in such a short time. Could it be that this is the skill of the beggars who go north and south ? Han Yuan led him all the way to a more remote place. Cheng Qian held his wooden sword in one hand and the knife in which he practiced a spell in the other. He could n’t believe how reliable Han Yuan was. Use a small pile of pebbles as a mark.

When the cold wind blew, Cheng Qian's original muddy brain started to wake up. Then he realized that he was affected by the words about ghost cultivation before the master brother went to bed. When he heard the word "ghost", he was confused. The ground followed.

He came out with a little barker in the middle of the night, really ...

It must have been infected by Han Yuan.

Suddenly, Cheng Qian shuddered.

Han Yuan led him to a small river. He didn't have the feeling of anger, but thought that he was more dewy and cold near the water.

Cheng Qian already felt that the coldness was not unusually cold, and at the same time, he faintly smelled an ominous stench.

Cheng Qian stunned, and the last drowsiness was cleared up.

"It can't be really dangerous," he plucked a leaf that fell on his shoulder and squeezed it in his palm, thinking calmly, "if there is, how can he let Han Yuan run back?"

Han Yuan put his hands around his mouth and shouted, "Hey, where are you? I brought my little brother, you come out."

Cheng Qian slightly stepped on his feet, covered Han Yuan's mouth, and gritted his teeth and asked, "What did you provoke?"

Han Yuan: "唔唔 ... 唔唔唔 ......"

He was covering his mouth, frowning and looking behind Cheng Qian, Cheng Qian followed his line of sight and turned around, and then almost lost his breath.

I saw behind him a erratic ghost fire, a pale-looking male ghost standing there with a blank face.

Cheng Qian stopped Han Yuan behind him: "Who?"

Han Yuan finally broke free of Cheng Qian's hand and patted his shoulder with a big grin, saying, "It's okay, don't be afraid of him. At first I was taken aback by him, but later found him dull and very fun."

Then, he bent over and picked up a stone. He raised his hand and threw it out before Cheng Qian stopped. The stone passed through the ghost's body straightly and bounced twice. The male ghost looked down blankly. Little pebble, a look of sleepwalking tonight and tonight.

Han Yuan smiled at Cheng Qian with a smile: "Look at it."

Cheng Qian just wanted to confuse his face-when Shizi passed through the male ghost's body, he clearly smelled the smell, like a stinky smell, and mixed with some kind of disgusting smell.

Body oil plus boy blood ...

At this time, Cheng Qian had no time to think about why the other party had just let Han Yuan escape. He had only one question in his mind.

He went into the Valley of the Monsters once to catch up with the demon mutiny, and if he went out for a walk in the middle of the night, he could still pick up a ghost demon repair? 2k novel reading network