As soon as the method of spitting was used, a silver starlight came out of the Xiaobai book like a slippery loach, and it sank into Li Baifeng's body in the blink of an eye. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

It's still the same effect, it's still the same position, it's still the same oil and salt don't soak and don't leave. History is always strikingly similar.

So...... What does that mean? Coming and going to make me laugh?

Li Baifeng "looked" at the starlight in the dantian that seemed to be shouting, "I live as a good intermediary, what are you making trouble about, and you dragged me back again, I told you that I won't leave this time", and his face was full of sadness.

He looked at the little white book in his hand again, and found that the latter had not changed much, and the new content on the third page had been completely written there, and had not disappeared with the departure of Starlight.

Undying, he read this text twice that might have hidden spells, but Li Baifeng still didn't feel things such as "Congratulations, through unremitting efforts and long-term study, you have mastered the Falling Star Technique", or "You want to learn the skill Falling Star Technique, but you have mastered eight techniques, have you forgotten one of them to learn Falling Star Technique?" I had to sigh softly, close the scroll and throw it back to the drawer.

Anyway, sleep.

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In the dark night, there are many stars.

Li Baifeng stood in the air, with a strange mountain and river under his feet, a bright starry sky overhead, and the sound of hunting wind all around, blowing on the pinna of his ears "whirring".

"It's ...... Where?"

He looked blankly at the scene around him, and a sense of strangeness and novelty came to his heart. The next moment, a few stars in the night suddenly brightened, and they fell towards the earth quickly without warning, drawing a silver trajectory in the curtain-like night sky, which was very gorgeous.

It is a miracle created by the power of nature, and it is difficult to describe the beauty in words.

For a moment, he had already forgotten the question of where he was, and all his mind was attracted by this sudden meteor shower.

"Meteor ......" and "Falling ......"

Li Baifeng looked directly at the meteor that fell straight away not far away, and muttered unconsciously in his mouth. In an instant, a wave of enlightenment surged into my heart, it was a feeling that I couldn't explain, I could only understand the ineffable, as if I was used to seeing the vicissitudes of good things returning to annihilation, and vaguely burned all for the glorious magnificence of a moment.

"The east of the river flows, and the stars are in the Beidou. Woohoo, woohoo, woohoo......"

Before this magnificent creation, Li Baifeng's mind suddenly appeared the content recorded on the third page of the "Essay on the Star Picking Tower", and muttered it, although there was no one around and there were flowing clouds, his voice was still very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing the deep night and the falling stars.

With Li Baifeng's thoughts, the silver light flashed in his hand, gradually forming a condensed nebula, slowly rising and turning, and a little starlight came out of it, soft but not dazzling.

The starlight became brighter and brighter, and just when its light was at its peak, Li Baifeng raised his hand high, and an obscure syllable of the ancient language came out of his mouth uncontrollably, and with his thoughts, the nebula in his hand was blazing!

……

Li Baifeng opened his eyes.

The bright sunshine with some blazing sunlight shone unscrupulously on his face through the window, and there was a dazzling brightness in front of him.

Stung by the sun, Li Baifeng's eyes that had just opened suddenly closed again, he turned over, moved himself out of the range of the sun, the coolness on the sheets dispersed the temperature on his body, he moaned with satisfaction, ready to go back to sleep.

"Although you seem to be living in a dream, I would like to warn you that you are going to be late for the sake of humanitarianism." The skullless white bones that appeared at some point leaned against the door frame with their arms around their chests, and said in a gloating tone.

"What?"

Li Baifeng's eyes widened for a moment, and he suddenly fell asleep, he turned over and sat up, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside, and turned on the screen, only to see that the clock on it was impressively displayed 07:55.

He pouted hard.

There was nothing to fear, and unless he could openly use magic to get on his way in public, he was doomed to be late—but he obviously couldn't.

In a spirit that seems to be rational and optimistic, but is actually "dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water", Li Baifeng stood up unhurriedly and stretched a big lazy waist.

"It's a dream again......"

Unscrewing the copper faucet, a shower of cold and clear water slapped on his cheeks, a burst of cool stimulation cleared his brain a lot, and at the same time, some fragments began to appear in his mind.

In fact, what seemed like an ordinary dream was not unusual for him.

Perennial cultivation not only improved his mana and physique, but also nourished his spirit, under normal circumstances, monks do not dream, if there is really a dream, generally speaking, there are several situations: one is the induction of certain things in the dark, the other is someone practice or give him a dream, and the last situation is the mental or physical wear and tear is too great, caused by weakness.

Li Baifeng has rarely dreamed since he stepped into the Qi refining period, but this time when he came to Chaoge, he actually dreamed several times in just a month or so, which made him almost begin to wonder if his realm was slipping.

Although his dreams did not dissipate as quickly as he woke up as ordinary people due to his strong mental power, there were only a few clear fragments left.

In the unfamiliar air, the magnificent meteor shower falling towards the earth, the starlight in his hand with an obscure syllable of an ancient language, and finally ......

"Falling stars?"

Li Baifeng frowned at the familiar face with water droplets hanging in the mirror, and muttered to himself with a little doubt.

"Forget it, no matter."

Regardless of whether the text that suddenly appeared in his dream for no reason was a spell of falling star magic, he couldn't verify it at the moment, so he could only talk about it later.

Li Baifeng dragged the towel and wiped his face, ignoring the ignorant white bones who were shouting on the side, "Obviously it's late, you still look so leisurely and rummaging through your wardrobe that doesn't have a few clothes at all", unhurriedly changed into new clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

Even if you're late, the new week has to have a new look - not to mention yesterday, not counting the holidays.