Some people say that good people must have good rewards, but sometimes they may not be, it can only be said that there are six layers of opportunities that may have good rewards, but most of them are that there is no good reward and no evil reward. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info just like this nameless boy today. As the half-immortal iron mouth and the like in the world said: "Everything depends on fate." ”

As the old way slowly finished working, the white light slowly faded, and the heat seemed to come and go, and the originally pale complexion gradually became a little ruddy.

"Whoosh~" Before the child could react, Lao Dao disappeared in front of his eyes at a speed of Mach 3, and did not take away a trace of clouds.

"Master! It must be a master! No, this is a peerless master!" It was after a meal after the old way disappeared that the little boy came back from the scene that could not be described in words.

So, here's the problem.

The boy who had been convicted for most of the night was finally remembering his current predicament.

"As most of the game's settings are, skills like Locking Feet should have a time limit, otherwise they will create an imbalance in the class. Well, it should be. Thinking of this, Xiao Tong seemed a little relieved, but still a little worried, as evidenced by his incessant swallowing of saliva and a drop of sweat on his head.

When the sky was a little brighter, the door of the firewood room "creaked" and opened.

"Huh?" It wasn't Lao Dao who came in, it was a young man who looked to be twenty-one or twelve years old, wearing a servant's clothes, judging from the expression on his face, he should have been hit hard by the scene in front of him, and asked inexplicably: "Anzi, what are you doing here?"

"Lao Zhe!" the little boy said calmly to the young man, "You should be able to see that I am doing morning exercises!"

"Morning exercises?"

"Okay Lao Zhe!" Xiao Tong was obviously unwilling and too lazy to explain, and said casually: "You will come to the firewood room before dawn, it seems that it is still early to make breakfast." ”

"Hmm~~~" The servant named Lao Zhe's expression was a little twisted, as if he was embarrassed to say something, and hesitated for a while: "Oh! It's okay, I'm up and go to the thatched house, and I'm going to see you after the firewood room, I'm afraid that something will happen to you." ”

"Something?" Although the boy is not very old, Lao Zhe's sentence sounds to him full of loopholes. Under normal circumstances, entering a room that should not be occupied at night is a thatched house, and I have to say that the thatched house is really a magical place. In this regard, Anzi said bluntly: "Lao Zhe, the thatched house and the firewood house don't seem to be in the same direction, right?"

"Can you manage it?" Lao Zhe was impatient and said, "I'm kind enough to see if you still have opinions." After saying that, he brushed his sleeves and left.

"Damn!" Xiao Tong didn't seem to care too much about this, and cursed with a mouth: "When Lao Tzu becomes an immortal, he will come back and seal your Ding Ding and Chrysanthemum, so that you don't have to go to the thatched house in this life, sister!"

"What are you talking about Tintin and Chrysanthemum?" a voice suddenly sounded in the head of the little boy named Anzi.

"Ahh

"Don't be afraid, it's a sound transmission technique. ”

Obviously, Lao Dao underestimated Anzi's psychological quality, because Anzi then changed from a shocked expression to calm, and said, "Are you that Lao Dao?"

"To answer my question. "The Dustless Daoist was a little impatient. Maybe I had an idea about being shocked by this kid last night. Just imagine, it is a very shameful thing for an unborn peerless master to faint in fright by an underage child, and if it spreads, it will be very unfavorable to the entire sect.

"Uh~~~~~" For this question, the little boy named Anzi was obviously unprepared and didn't know how to explain it, but the tone of this voice was full of threats to him, so he could only bite the bullet and say: "It's ~~~ Well! It's the two kinds of props that people need to use when they go to the thatched house! Well, yes, it's a prop!"

This explanation made the dustless Taoist react quickly, and he immediately understood, but he said that these two props were Ding Ding and Chrysanthemum...... It can only be said that it is too creative, and the creativity is so creative that it makes the faces of the dustless people full of embarrassment.

"Old-fashioned. Anzi immediately changed the topic and said, "How long will it take for this fixation technique to be automatically unraveled?"

Anzi's words made the face of the dustless Taoist immediately change, and he appeared in front of Anzi at the speed of four Mach 4, and with a wave of his hand, a pure white long sword flashed and held it in his hand, and the tip of the sword went directly to Anzi's eyebrows, and Sen Ran asked, "Who are you?"

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