I vomited for a long time before I could barely stop the churning in my stomach and walked out of the villa quickly.

Gu Chuan helped me out of the villa and asked me what was wrong with me after I stopped.

I retched a few more times, mentioning that the stench of corpses in the villa was too strong.

He breathed a sigh of relief and asked me to stay outside the villa and wait for him for a while, and he went to say goodbye to his employer and came back.

As soon as he left, my stomach healed without medicine.

I was so nauseous with him that I was so nauseous that I reacted physiologically.

I let out a long sigh of relief and thought about his long black whip.

The long black whip is actually like a whip like a sword, and there is a prismatic sword head attached to the tip of the whip.

The prismatic sword head is jet black without any luster, and it is not easy to distinguish from the whip, which is actually a sword whip.

The sword whip was supposed to be his natal weapon.

The sword whip came and went so fast that I couldn't see it more concretely.

How deep is his skill?

I stayed where I was for a minute or so, and then I turned back into the villa.

My backpack, boomerang, and coffin rope are still in the villa.

I asked someone to put a mask on when I entered the gate.

It was time for me to put on my backpack and retrieve the boomerang as he was taking the nail cord from the white flesh of the lobster, and my employer sent him out of the parlor.

When he saw my movements, he quickly stopped, blamed me for being disgusted and re-entered the villa, promising that he would help me get a new coffin later.

His appearance made me sick to my stomach again.

I couldn't help but feel sick to my stomach, so I went to the water pipe to wash my hands repeatedly, and then returned to Shallow Bay with him.

On the way back, he kept testing me, asking if I would tell him that I hadn't been back to Shallow Bay for more than a month, and if I knew something I shouldn't know.

These temptations of his, in the past, I would only think of them as concerns.

For his temptation, I came up with the words I had already thought of.

I made him think I was telling him that I hadn't been back to Shallow Bay for more than a month, and I convinced him that I didn't know anything I shouldn't know.

The contest between the two foxes is harmonious on the surface, and the dark tide is turbulent under the surface.

Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger and pretending to be a tiger and eating a pig Thirty-six tricks, or he taught me in a false life in order to show off, and now this can be regarded as a backlash.

My skills are all from the little monk's personal teaching.

In his false life, he attributed the credit of the Emei thorn spell book and the cultivation of internal and external skills to collect and release evil qi.

He arranged for the paper man surnamed Gu to be the old man and the old man as a tool man, and rationalized it, and I have been appointed as the second pulse of the governor, about the origin of the knowledge of exorcism and divination.

He also arranged for the tool man Qingbo to teach me to read and write, and changed my font, and also made me suffer another betrayal and stimulated me to no longer believe in goodness.

He never taught me anything but a boomerang.

When I returned to Shallow Bay, I asked him that I should learn his paper-cutting sorcery.

He silently mentioned that my spell had not been fulfilled.

It's best for me to continue to focus on the spell and then fix the rest after the spell is completed.

I didn't mention anything about learning from him, and took out a boomerang to play with.

Practicing a boomerang requires a lot of concentration, and the boomerang he gave me was so sharp that it took me a week to practice.

On the night I practiced the boomerang, my dreams changed again.

From that night onwards, I continued to have no dreams, and only dreamed again on the day of the little monk's resurrection and dreamed that the little monk was still in the cave.

He taught me boomerang at the time, naturally to promote the recurrence of my dreams.

Ever since the night I practiced the boomerang, my dream changed again, and the message I sent him was that I had not dreamed again.

He must have been in a hurry.

Nine times out of ten, when he saw the boomerang, he would have the idea of re-inspiring my dreams to change again, and even if I didn't teach me paper-cutting sorcery, he would teach me something else.

He went to the stern of the boat to cook after I didn't mention that I wanted to learn his skills, and from time to time he paid attention to me playing with the boomerang.

I only watched him out of the corner of my eye, watching him think in his eyes, watching him hesitate, and watching him gradually make up his mind.

During our second meal, he mentioned that he did not press down, and it was not an overnight thing to improve the charm, since I was interested in paper-cutting witchcraft, he taught me.

I laughed out loud, and I found scissors and paper to fill my stomach.

Paper-cutting witchcraft is a very old and almost lost form of witchcraft, and it is not as well-known as the art of disgust or the art of wishing.

Paper-cutting first began in the Han and Tang dynasties, and the early paper-cutting was related to Taoist worship of gods and souls.

In fact, real paper-cutting witchcraft can not only summon spirits and exorcise ghosts, but also make stand-ins for oneself, and can also make people hallucinate, and even find people.

He taught me the art of paper-cutting, only mentioning that the making of a stand-in in the paper-cutting witchcraft was for my own use, and he only taught me how to make a stand-in for my own use.

I knew I couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

I also know that just learning and mastering the making of stand-ins in paper-cutting witchcraft is not something that can be done in ten days and a half months.

I know better that as long as he doesn't get what he wants from me, I'll always have a chance to continue to eat away at the rest of his abilities.

He stayed in Shallow Bay until the next night, after teaching me all about making a stand-in for himself, and then left, telling me to combine work and rest.

I understood the true meaning of his combination of work and rest.

On the one hand, he still hoped that I could go into the sea more often, after all, the closer I got, the clearer I could feel, and on the other hand, he hoped that my dreams would change again after I learned the content of his Protestantism as soon as possible.

He actually wanted me to learn about his Protestantism while I wandered around the seas.

His combination of work and rest also made me more and more convinced that Chidan was somewhere in the sea.

His so-called carpet search for Chidan under the land and underground is probably nonsense, he should be planning something else.

I watched him leave and return to the ship, immediately starting to master the new content.

I don't resist dreams changing again.

I want to take the initiative.

It's just that, according to what he said about foreseeing in dreams before, my ability to foresee in dreams should be an innate ability that only manifests itself after a certain age, so why is he aware of my ability, but the little monk who raised me is not?

In the middle, what else does the little monk and I don't know?

Thinking of this, I stopped what I was doing.

When I was only about three years old, the little monk was ordered by the master to take me back to the master's door.

When he arrived, there were several groups of forces fighting, some trying to take me and some to kill me.

Because he was also going to take me away, he became the target of public criticism as soon as he appeared.

Who are the forces that are fighting?

I was only about three years old at the time, and the desire to kill me was naturally related to my background, and the hatred naturally came from my father or mother.

As for my background, who are my parents, let's not talk about this, if they want to take me, why do they want to take me?

If you want to take me away just to save me, you won't, and if you want to kill me, you will immediately join forces to attack the little monk.

My secrets, such as my ability to foresee, may be something else, and those who want to take me will be clear.

If my parents had not agreed or even known that Master was going to take me as an apprentice, then there might be other secrets about me, such as foresight, and Master should have known about it.

Then, Master also sent the little monk to rob people because of my secrets, such as foresight and perhaps other things.

So, there is no difference between Master and other people who want to take me from the point of view, but the picture is that there may be something else in my secrets, such as the ability to foresee.

Gu Chuan was one of the people who wanted to take me back then?

Or did he actually know Master, and he actually learned about my secrets, such as foresight, and maybe something else, from Master?

Things seem to be getting more and more interesting.

The corners of my lips curled sarcastically, and I continued to move in my hands.

The wild cat, who had committed suicide by jumping into the sea, had already healed from his wounds, and walked to my feet with his head bowed and curled up at my feet.

"If you want to find comfort from me, I'm sorry, I can't send you slowly. I glanced at him and withdrew my gaze.

"She's dead. He was crying, and his body trembled slightly.

"Congratulations. "I don't sympathize.

Since he was wrongly paid, her death was naturally a relief for him.

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