When Wen Yiming woke up, he didn't know how much time had passed, except for Zhenyuan, who still had strength left, his whole mind was drowsy and painful, and his mental power was so lacking that it was like a dry desert, and there was nothing left. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Whew!" propped up his body, shook his head slightly, raised his eyelids hard, and exhaled a long breath of turbidity.

When the vision gradually changed from blur to clear, what caught his eye was a dazzling and powerful spear, emitting a trace of pure mist, just by looking at it, he knew that it was two meters seven.

Looking at the lifelike dark gold dragon with four claws clasping the body of the spear and hovering over it, spitting out a mouthful of sharp spear heads, Wen Yiming's spirit was lifted and he shouted, "Good gun!"

His mind was still a little drowsy, and he didn't notice that Yue Qimei in the dark in the corner of the wall not far behind him, stood up with her body, rubbed the temples on both sides of her head with both hands, and approached Ziyan's spear, looking up and down with a sigh, and after a while, she twitched her shoulders and laughed.

Stretched out his hand and patted the upright Ziyan, and the other hand stroked his chin like a twisted beard, and said with a smile: "You kid is good, the golden gun doesn't fall, uh-hey-hey-hey, it's very Lao Tzu's style!"

With a slight force in his right hand, he poured up Zhenyuan and raised his arm to pull Ziyan out of the ground.

'Khoo!'

Rubbing against the rocks on the ground made a soft groan-like golden sound, Wen Yiming only felt his arm sink violently, the muscles on his arm instantly bulged, and his bones made a crackling sound of excessive force.

Even the legs involuntarily bent slightly, which shows the huge weight.

"Wow! It's doubled again, eight thousand catties!" Wen Yiming took a mouthful of Zhenyuan, and hurriedly raised his left hand to hold it, his physical strength has not yet recovered, and it is a little difficult to lift it with one hand.

opened his hips and sank down, Wen Yiming poured his dantian with anger, and his arms suddenly shook out.

'Buzz!'

The flying purple mist sounded with a soft groan, and the tremor echoed as if it was going around the beam for three days.

Wen Yiming put away the gun and stood up, thinking about the dragon roar he heard before he passed out, raised his hand to stroke the dragon's head and swallowed his mouth full of praise, "Handsome! I love you so much!"

Feeling a faint kindness coming from the Ziyan Dragon Spear, Wen Yiming looked up to the sky and laughed, "This name is good, it seems that you like it very much, and you also like to pretend to be forced, haha! It's thick and long, and it's lethal, so I don't want to give you a nickname anymore, it's called Seven Jiro in One Night, oh hehehe... You dare to rob even the purple fire of the chick of the seventh sister of Yue, Lao Tzu admires it, haha, Brother Long, I don't know if you can capture that chick...... Obedient..."

Wen Yiming held the Ziyan Dragon Spear and spun around with a smile, turned around and just stroked his stomach to support his body, and before he was too lazy, he saw Yue Qimei in the corner of the wall not far away, looking at him with a sneer.

"Uh... Hehe!haha..."Wen Yiming put away the Ziyan Dragon Spear and shook his head vigorously, "Ah... What's that? Hallucination, this mental power is consumed, no, no, I have to sleep for a while, am I sleepwalking... Thankfully, no one saw it. ”

said 'bang' and was soft to the ground, and the first-class acting skills were like dead dogs.

"Wen Yiming, if you don't get up within three breaths, I will spread the news that you have an artifact throughout the Western Regions... One breath!" Yue Qimei sat on the chair in the corner and sneered.

Wen Yiming jumped up, stepped in front of Yue Qimei, leaned over and rubbed her head, "Hey, isn't this the Yue girl who attaches equal importance to beauty and wisdom?" I'm so hungry, why don't we have some dinner, and we just want to discuss the problem of breaking the plastic, I think there are a lot of places that need to be brainstormed, hehe!"

Looking at Yue Qimei's sneering and unchanged face, Wen Yiming felt a little unable to speak, and his heart was weak when he thought of Zi Lihuo being abducted by the dragon spear. The worst thing is that he got carried away, and he didn't feel a trace of guilt.

What a hell of an immortal is this!

"Go on!" Yue Qimei put away her sneer, and looked directly at Wen Yiming's away gaze lightly.

Wen Yiming laughed, pulled over the chair against the wall and sat down, touched his nose and smiled: "This... What is that? The old ones don't go, the new ones don't come! Miss Yue, you, hehe, don't look at me with that kind of look, I haven't relied on my looks to eat for many years!"

Yue Qimei's face turned red, she still stared at Wen Yiming, and said coldly: "Give you a chance to say three words, let me forgive you! Hmph, keep talking nonsense!"

Wen Yiming sighed in his heart, this has been a saying since ancient times that only women and villains are difficult to raise, and he didn't dare to think that Yue Qimei was a threat to himself at all, maybe it was really possible to ignore anything under anger.

Thinking about it from another perspective, he has no relationship with Yue Qimei and has no reason, if anyone abducts his dragon spear or Tianshu, he believes that he will probably chase and kill before the ancestral grave of others.

"Miss Yue, listen to me, this is not my intention!In fact..."Wen Yiming didn't dare to talk nonsense in the dark, and was in a hurry to explain.

"There are two sentences left!" Yue Qimei took out a communication card, smiled faintly, and said.

Wen Yiming raised his hand to cover his lips, looked at the flashing green communication card in a daze, let go after a while, and said, "Take you to Northern Xinjiang with me!"

"One last word!"

Wen Yiming picked at his head vigorously, and said, "I must let you learn to refine the plastic-breaking potion!"

With his understanding of Yue Qimei, he can only think of these, after all, this persistent girl's obsession with alchemy is like a zero-IQ girl who falls in love.

Seeing that Yue Qimei, who looked indifferent, did not use the communication card to communicate, Wen Yiming breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and said, "Thank you Miss Yue for your understanding, in the future..."

"Reluctantly let me not hold a grudge against you for the time being!" Yue Qimei interrupted Wen Yiming's cold words and said, "If you want me to forgive you completely, either you kill me, or answer me a question, and then fulfill the promise you made just now." ”

Wen Yiming scratched his head and sneered, killing Yue Seventh Sister in the Alchemy Guild, it is estimated that he can only die of old age in this underground secret room. Moreover, he had never had such an idea, although it was not his intention to abduct Zi Lihuo with the dragon lance, but he did owe it to others.

Ignoring Wen Yiming's weak attitude, Yue Qimei looked at Wen Yiming's eyes tightly and asked, "You will be introduced to alchemy in eight hours and become an apprentice, right?"

Wen Yiming gradually put away his smile and fell silent, he didn't know how Yue Qimei knew about this, it was definitely not that he fainted and was found talking in his dreams, but he had shown enough strength in alchemy, and he didn't care about this, after a while, he nodded and said, "Not bad!"

Yue Qimei had already guessed it, and she was still terrified in her heart, the ancestor had said that the demon revealed by the Divine Zhao Tower and the heaven-sent martial artist were the same person, which was enough.

It took her a while to calm down, adjusted her breathing several times in a row, and suddenly got up and lifted her skirt, bent her knees and knelt down, leaving Wen Yiming completely at a loss.

"I want to worship you as a teacher!"

Wen Yiming hadn't come back to his senses yet, and was beaten again by Yue Qimei's words, and his eyes were full of stars.

What the hell is this?

"It doesn't have to be like this, I promised to teach you..."Wen Yiming didn't bother to care about whether men and women would kiss or not, and raised his hand to pull Yue Qimei up.

Yue Qimei's face was calm, blocking Wen Yiming's hand, her slightly pale little face suddenly flushed, and she said resolutely: "Didn't you say that you should send a wife like me?

"I... Go...!" Wen Yiming almost ran without tears, "I'll just say it casually, don't take it seriously!"

Yue Qimei sneered, raised the open communication card, and said, "I rarely don't take it seriously!"

"I'm serving you!" Wen Yiming covered his face with his hands, and said secretly, let your beak be in the sky, this is a big deal, "Named disciple!

Yue Qimei smiled, got up and bowed to Wanfu, judging the two of them before and after, and said with a smile: "Disciple to meet the master." ”

Wen Yiming smoked, got up and kicked on the metal door, and said angrily: "Mess, open the door!"

"Disciple obeys!

"Damn!"

"What, master!"

"Nothing?"

"There's nothing, why do you rely on it, master!"

"I like it!"

"What do you like? Master!"

"You care about me?"

"I don't care about you, master?"

“.......”

Wen Yiming cried!