058 The Mystery of Cultivation

However, this thought is just a thought.

Hua Weirong doesn't know enough about magic skills.

After all, she had never thought of cultivating magic skills before!

There must be a lot of bad people in the world who are full of evil, because the population base of this world is also very large, billions of people, and there are evil bad people, even if there are not hundreds of millions, tens of millions, or even 100 million, there are probably still some of them.

Therefore, there are a lot of cultivation resources that can be used by her.

But he still didn't dare to try it easily, after all, any kind of cultivation would require relatively few resources in the early stage, and in the later stage, the cultivation resources would increase exponentially!

What makes her even more uncertain is that no one knows whether "Demon Evil" will affect people's minds.

This kind of magic skill is easy to get started with, but it is even more difficult to get rid of it.

She will never try it lightly unless she has to.

After eating in the evening, Du Wuxian rested in the room.

In the two rooms, if the painting Weirong wants to go quietly, it will definitely not alarm Du Wuxi.

At half past nine in the evening, the painting got up.

She deftly came out of the apartment, and immediately after, began to run quickly.

This apartment is in the city center, but the problem is that City B is too big and the city center is unbeatably large.

From the apartment to the jade antique street, it is not close at all. However, at her speed, it is not a difficult task.

At about 9:58, Hua Weirong was standing at the intersection of Jade Street.

It's not very deserted, probably because there are too many people in this city.

Hua Weirong quickly entered the street and walked directly towards Lingyuzhai at the other end of the street!

Her speed was very fast, and at ten o'clock, she stood at the door of Lingyuzhai.

Unlike the bustle on the other side of the street, this place is already very deserted. Lingyuzhai's buddies are also already closing.

Hua Weirong stood at the door and didn't go in.

Soon, she felt someone approaching, the sound of footsteps coming from behind her.

The painting turned his head slightly, facing the eyes of the person who came up.

"Very punctual, good girl." The man smiled elegantly.

"Where's the stone?" The painting is not beating around the bush at all.

The man smiled, "Don't worry, the stone is not here, I'll take you to see it, be patient." ”

The painting is noncommittal.

Out of the street, the man's car was parked on the side of the road.

After getting in the car, the speed was not fast, and I didn't ask where to go. Along the way, the neon flashes and the bustling streetscape is constantly receding......

Gradually, I can't see the endless flow of traffic, nor can I see the high-rise buildings......

The car entered a group of villas and eventually entered a villa further in.

"Let's go, the stone is here."

The man's smile was bright.

Hua Weirong got out of the car and looked around.

It was already late at night, and there were many trees around the villa, blocking the lights of other villas, and it was very dark.

However, in the courtyard of the villa, many tree roots are equipped with floor lamps.

Different lights hit the trees, making the whole villa yard look dreamlike, like a fairyland.

"You go in first, I'm going to fight a cargo."

The man said with a smile.

Hua Weirong nodded and watched as the man took out a travel bag from the trunk.

The travel bag looks relatively large, about the size of a person, and it seems to be carrying some heavy objects inside, and the man has a little difficulty carrying it in one hand.

"Need help?" The painting asked lightly, looking very insincere.

The man smiled, "Not now, there will definitely be a place for you to help later." ”

The lights of the villa are remotely controlled, and the man took out a remote control from somewhere, pressed it, and in an instant, the entire villa was brightly lit.

Hua Weirong walked into the lavishly decorated hall, and the man carried his goods to a nearby storeroom.

Soon, the man came out clapping his hands.

"Sit down for a while, and then you can have a supper and try my handiwork. Cooking is my greatest hobby in life, but anyone who has tried my craft says it's great. "The man was excited.

Hua Weirong chuckled, "Okay." ”

When the man saw that she had agreed, he went to the kitchen with great pleasure.

Probably because this man really likes to cook, the kitchen is actually next to the living room, separated by transparent glass, and everything going on in the kitchen can be clearly seen from the living room.

"If you're bored, you can watch TV for a while." The man brought over a plate of sliced oranges.

Hua Weirong nodded and turned on the TV.

The sofa is very soft, and the pillow on the sofa has a beautiful pattern, and it is very, very soft to the touch, and the core of the pillow is probably extraordinary.

There is a set of bone china tea sets on the coffee table.

The teapot is made in the shape of a skull, resembling a human skull, and the eight teacups around the teapot look like cups made by hollowing out the leg bones and adding the same texture to the bottom.

The shape of the whole set of tea sets is very realistic, and most people are afraid that they will not dare to drink tea just by looking at it.

Hua Weirong was staring at the tea set, and the man didn't know when Lu Dao appeared in front of her again, "Do you like it?" Like I can send you a set. A lot of friends come here, and they all take a fancy to my tea set. I can only make it for them again, and it's very personal, right? ”

Hua Weirong nodded, "It's very personal, it's good to give gifts." ”

"To whom?" The man was in the mood.

"Jing Rong."

"Jing ...... Dissolve? Oh, it's him. How did you meet him? A look of complexity flashed across the man's face.

"I'm his friend."

"Really? He also has friends? Still a girl. The man's eyes narrowed slightly.

------Off topic------

In the automatic update of the manuscript, a drunk is in the middle of a crazy manuscript, and there are at least 50,000 more on the first day of the shelves~

Tremble, dear, go crazy with me, hahaha