'Ding, ding, ding~' When such a mobile phone alarm sounded, Song Yong couldn't wait to smash the mobile phone on the ground, and it was only after smashing it and scrapping it directly.

I don't know if it's because I'm completely drunk, but this night he slept as relaxed and sweet as he had never been.

There is even something bizarre that he had a very strange dream:

He was alone, barefoot on the deserted, snow-white sand, and the gentle sea breeze gently blew on his face, as if rubbing his cheeks with the finest silk.

And in the sea breeze, he didn't smell the slightest smell of the sea.

Instead, there was an indescribable scent, a seductive scent that tugged at his heartstrings.

In such an unprecedented dream, he ran the white sand, as if he had returned to the carefree seventeen-year-old.

All of the above feelings made his whole person feel indescribably relaxed, and if he could, he would like to be immersed in such a sweet dream all the time.

So when he was suddenly woken up and all the good things were in vain, he hated this annoying ringtone so much.

Of course, in the end, Song Yong was still reluctant to smash the mobile phone in his hand on the ground, no matter how it was, this was the only household appliance he bought at the cost of 300 yuan.

And even if you smash your phone, you won't be able to get back everything in your dream just now.

After all, he Song Yong is just a mortal of flesh and blood, and he doesn't have the ability to continue to pick up his sweet dreams after continuing to fall asleep.

On the soft sofa, after struggling hard for five minutes, Song Yong still got up with supreme will.

Originally, when he first got up, his head was a little groggy after a hangover, but when he accidentally saw something hanging from the tips of his fingers, he immediately came to his senses.

It was a silk embroidered suspender nightdress, and with that ultra-short and translucent material, Song Yong didn't think it could cover anything.

From the place where the nightgown was placed, Song Yong could naturally guess whose thing it was.

"I'm going! I can't imagine that Sister Amei, who looks quiet on the surface, still has such a wild heart. Song Yong, who looked at this thing, secretly complained in his heart.

Then, the thing started to have a headache.

Because at this time, he could see a large and obvious water trail from the nightdress, and combined with everything that had happened in the dream just now, he quickly figured out where these water trails came from.

In this way, he just threw the thing on the couch and acted like nothing had happened.

After lighting a cigarette, Song Yong threw down the clothes in his hand, and like a painful old peasant, he let out an extremely sad sigh: What a sin......

There are two flowers, one on each branch.

When Song Yong was caught in a long sigh, he was still struggling with whether to apologize to Sister Amei, and the gifts he gave out in two different planes also happened to come in handy at this time.

In the Primordial Plane Era:

After a nine-day arduous trek, the totem warrior spear finally returned to the giant cypress tree of the Red Cypress tribe with a few hunters of the Red Cypress Tribe.

It was supposed to be a three-day journey, but it took three times as long to complete, so naturally there was a problem halfway through.

That is, on the morning of Song Yong's return to the modern plane, the weather in the primordial plane suddenly changed dramatically.

The cold wind, which was not very gentle, suddenly became even more violent and violent.

Even the snowflakes that were dotted before suddenly turned into overwhelming goose feather snow.

It can be said that in this year's winter, a group of primitive people and natives have at least advanced by more than half a month, and they have ushered in the bitter cold weather that can only be found in deep winter.

And by noon, the snow barely knee-deep in the morning had reached the waist-deep thickness of a tall spear.

In such a situation, it is possible to rush back to the Chibai tribe within nine days.

Or because the spear consciously carries the mission of going against the sky, and there are also the top secret guards in this world, and they dare not rush hard without the slightest delay, so they have good results.

After struggling back into the shade of the huge cypress tree, the ordinary hunters collapsed to the ground almost immediately.

They also knew that the things on the spear's body couldn't go wrong in the slightest, and the spear's desperate urging along the way, it only reached the speed of nine days to rush back.

Now as soon as the willpower in their hearts relaxed, they found that their physical strength had been squeezed out.

As a totem warrior, the spear always walks in the front against the cold wind along the way, and even drags several hunters behind him with vines.

After finally returning to the tribe, he was naturally tired enough.

If he had a choice, he would also prefer to lie in a hut with a warm fire and sleep well for a day and a night before getting up.

It's just that the heavy responsibility on his shoulders makes him know that such a thing is just a matter of thinking.

So, in the end, he insisted on walking to the depths of the tribe, to the sacred place in the hearts of all the members of the Red Cypress Tribe: the stone temple where the Red Cypress was located......

In the stone hall, the red cypress sat on the animal skin, concentrating on processing an arm-long centipede in his hand.

Whether it is the centipede's thin feet or the venom contained in it, it is a key ingredient for the preparation of a secret poison, and he cannot be careless.

After all, in this season, it is not easy to find another centipede of this size.

At this time, a middle-aged totem warrior guarding the gate of the stone hall fell to one knee after walking in;

The mouth asked: "Venerable Lord Akabai, the spear that went to the Gray Rabbit Tribe has finally returned, and he said that he has something important to tell you immediately. ”

After hearing this, the interest in the leader of the Gray Rabbit tribe, who might be a fellow Daoist, immediately overwhelmed Chibai's interest in dispensing medicine.

He hurriedly ordered: "Quick, let the spear in." ”

Soon, the frost-colored spear knelt down in front of Chi Baiqi, and took out the animal skin bag with body temperature from his bosom and handed it over solemnly.

He said, "Lord Chibai, Brother Yong, the leader of the Gray Rabbit Tribe, is indeed a noble lord, and this is what he asked me to bring to you. ”

After receiving confirmation from the mouths of his henchmen and soldiers, Akabaiqi also began to pay attention to the contents of the animal skin bag.

The main thing is that he wants to know what kind of witchcraft the fellow Daoist who is said to be extremely young, and what is his specific ability to be a tribe at such a young age.

And he is very confident in believing in one thing:

With your own vision and strength, as long as you look at the means of the other party's reply, you can see a lot of the other party's situation.

It was a six-year-old initiation, and after graduating at the age of twenty-five, it took five years to travel through this world, and it was definitely a well-informed person, with all the pride and confidence in my heart!

The problem was that when Akabaiji opened the leather bag and saw two strange things inside, he was stunned.

The clump was huddled together, but it was half a palm-sized piece of clothing, and he could guess that it was some kind of clothing that he didn't know the material and couldn't see how to use it.

It's just clothes, it is estimated that it is a return gift from the gray rabbit, no matter how magical it is, he didn't take it to heart.

But the square object the size of a prototype that can faintly illuminate the figure of others cannot be ignored by him.

The craftsmanship and craftsmanship of this object are described by Akashiki as ingenious, and most importantly, if nothing else, this thing should contain the reply of the gray rabbit.

He summoned the mental power in his mind and tried to pour it into his phone, but there was no response at all.

Chi Baiji, who was a little unbelieving, immediately increased his spiritual power, and even mobilized some of the magic power in his body, but unfortunately there was still no change.

Eventually, he could only look at the spear that was kneeling on one knee.

A sentence came to his mouth: "What! When the gray rabbit gave you this thing, did he say anything in his mouth?"

"Yes, please let me show you how to use this security. ”

It was only at this time that the spear realized that even the all-powerful Lord Akabaiqi in his heart could not crack the secret treasure of the Gray Rabbit Sect.

Suddenly, the admiration in my heart for the young and excessive Lord Chibai was a lot higher......

After a long while, Chi Baiqi put down the mobile phone in his hand, and with his knowledge, he naturally couldn't see why this secret treasure had such a miracle.

The two people's means of transmitting information are so compared, and the difference between superior and inferior.

This allowed him to know that this gray rabbit must be from a witch sect that he had not heard of, but whose methods were against the sky, so that he was looking forward to the meeting next year more and more.

In anticipation, he played with the garment as a gift in return, and suddenly, he thought of how to use it.

First he picked up the clothes, which he had intended to put on his head, but he felt that it was not so correct, and changed his mind.

Eventually, when he lifted the skin from his lower body, his legs were as dry as firewood and his legs were thin.

Then he put the laundry on his empty legs, and at once he felt an indescribable tenderness and ease.

This time, he knew that this gift alone was much more valuable than his bottle of secret witch medicine.

It seems that the next time we meet, we will have to make up for the gray rabbit