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There is a little girl in the family who has just grown up

originally thought that Zhen Cheng could be relieved by sleeping and drinking some hot water, but in the evening, he realized that he had imagined the problem too simple.

Physically, it's fine, but mentally it's very problematic. As long as he opened his eyes, Zhen Cheng was like a drug addict, yawning and just wanting to sleep.

"It's cold under the mountain, let's go back to the medicine garden!" From noon to night, Zhen Cheng ate a little bit. Looking at Zhen Cheng's sleepy appearance, Wu Xin suggested with concern.

"I have a game tomorrow, it's too much trouble to go up and down the mountain!" Zhen Cheng lay lazily on the bed, reluctant to even move his body.

"You're like this, can you still compete?" Helping Zhen Cheng cover the quilt, Wu Xin sat on the edge of the bed and said distressedly, "I won't let you participate in the competition!" ”

"I'm fine! Yesterday it may have been out of strength! Take a day off today, and it's estimated that tomorrow morning will be about the same! "Zhen Cheng doesn't want to give up the competition, and the ranking is second, but if such a haode exercise opportunity is wasted, it would be a pity. In order to prove that he was okay, Zhen Cheng tried to run the true qi.

True Qi was running very smoothly, even more smoothly than before the injury. In the past, when Zhen Cheng was running True Qi, it would take a long time to brew, but this time, Zhen Cheng only thought about it a little, and True Qi ran naturally and smoothly like blood.

The limbs and bones moistened by the true qi were unusually comfortable, but after the operation, Zhen Cheng had a splitting headache, his eyes were dark, and he almost fell on the bed.

"No! You can't participate in the competition! Fine sweat broke out on Zhen Cheng's forehead again, and Wu Xin resolutely made a decision for Zhen Cheng. You rest for one night in the second village, and tomorrow we will go back to the medicine garden! ”

"I—"

"What am I! I've got the final say! Zhen Cheng still wanted to argue, but Wu Xin had already made a decision unceremoniously. His hands pressed Zhen Cheng's shoulders, tucked the quilt and ordered, "Hurry up and go to bed!" ”

Since I met Zhen Cheng, Zhen Cheng has been like an iron man, who doesn't take medicine or hang salt water. Wu Xin has never been able to find an opportunity to take care of Zhen Cheng. Now that Zhen Cheng is lying in bed, Wu Xin is a little maternal and takes care of Zhen Cheng like a child.

Zhen Cheng wanted to struggle to sit up, but he was mentally exhausted and just wanted to sleep. His eyelids were stiff, Zhen Cheng wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while, and then try to convince Wu Xin. The sleepiness suddenly surged, and Zhen Cheng fell asleep again in a daze.

After experiencing the soul-like painful struggle last night, Zhen Cheng didn't want the night to come, let alone go to sleep. Zhen Cheng was a little afraid of the appearance of the machine spirit, but it was useless to be afraid. When Zhen Cheng's spirit was in a trance, he suddenly felt that there was a white expanse in front of him, and he appeared in his mud pill palace like yesterday, like a grain of millet.

"Lazy!" The voice of the Black Death Weapon Spirit sounded in the Mud Pill Palace, and the old man's voice was full of dissatisfaction. "Told you to cultivate your spiritual power well, are you still sleeping?"

After waiting for a day, he didn't see the milky white gas appear, and the black corpse spirit appeared in front of Zhen Cheng with some chagrin.

"I'm sick and I don't have the strength to do it! I just want to sleep, I really can't cultivate! "What is spiritual power, Zhen Cheng is ignorant. Compared with yesterday, when he faced the Black Death Weapon Spirit again today, Zhen Cheng was much more indifferent.

"Sick?" It was black, and the black corpse spirit formed by the convergence of gas, although it could not show an expression, but there was mockery in its voice. "It's the first time I've heard that a cultivator can make himself sick! In the past, when I saw you engaging in women, you were always alive! ”

"What? - Zhen Cheng looked at the Black Dead Artifact Spirit in horror, and wanted to rush up and bite it to death. Sleeping with a woman by himself, the black corpse machine spirit is shameless voyeurism, and he has to be shameless? Is there still a little * to keep it?

"In my eyes, there is no difference between men and women! Don't worry, I'm not interested in women! I'm only interested in fighting! The voice of ridicule has returned, but this time it is much more solemn. Since you're not happy to exercise your mental strength by yourself, I'll help you! ”

"Ahh

Time suddenly became longer, Zhen Cheng endured himself, wailing in pain. This wail can only be heard by Zhen Cheng, a cry for help from the depths of his heart.

What does it feel like for thousands of ants to gnaw on white bones? Multiply a thousand times, that's how Zhen Cheng feels at the moment.

What does it feel like to slowly cut off the ten fingers with a pencil knife without anesthetic? Multiply it by 10,000 times, and that is all Zhen Cheng's pain and wail.

The soul was abused over and over again, and it was not until the milky white gas reappeared that the pain gradually faded.

Zhen Cheng wanted to curse, but couldn't find the right words. Can the pale and feeble insults be compared to the pain they have suffered?

If you want to solve the pain, the most haode way is to drive the machine spirit away from your mud pill palace, or destroy it. Seeing that milky white gas being greedily swallowed by the Black Soul Spirit, Zhen Cheng wanted to fight desperately with the Black Soul Spirit. When he ate eggs, Zhen Cheng finally understood the hen's mood. At this moment, for the Black Death Weapon Spirit, the greatest value is that it can produce that milky white gas?

Isn't Black Dead a Volcanic Cold Core? How did you become this monster in front of you? Zhen Cheng remembered that Dong Chao once patted his chest and assured himself that the black corpse is a volcanic cold core, which is an excellent material for making weapons, how can there be a monster hidden in this black corpse? It can be inferred from the Black Dead's words that the Black Dead Machine Spirit must have been awake for a long time, otherwise how would it know that it had slept with many women?

"Comfortable! Comfortable! The virtual shadow of the Black Death Weapon Spirit seemed to be much stronger again, and Zhen Cheng heard a burst of sighs that needed to be satisfied.

The milky white gas, every time it gushed out in the same direction, the black corpse spirit seemed to have mastered the law, greedily devouring most of it, leaving only a small part to nourish Zhen Cheng's dry mud pill palace.

The milky white gas relieved Zhen Cheng's painful nerves a lot. But thinking about his next days, Zhen Cheng endured painfully and calmly.

"If I don't let you die, you won't die! I don't want you to live, you can't live! The old man's voice was overbearing, and the Black Dead Weapon Spirit said disdainfully, "Your little bit of Taoism, in ancient times, you are not even qualified to be the gatekeeper of my master's family!" I can't figure out how this shijie has declined to its current state! ”

Zhen Cheng didn't have an interface, and he didn't know how to interface, so he listened silently, listening to the worthlessness that the Black Death Machine Spirit had depreciated himself.

"I know what you think, but I can tell you for sure! You are now the Jindan Ancestor, and you can't do anything about me! ”

"It's always okay for me to kill myself!" Like yesterday, Zhen Cheng repeated his old tricks, wanting to combat the arrogance of the Black Death Weapon Spirit.

"I could have appeared in front of you yesterday, and I can do the same tomorrow! My soul is immortal, and if you hadn't destroyed my body, would you think I would like to stay in this filthy flesh and blood and endure your filthy breath? ”

"I'll find you a material that's harder than the Volcanic Cold Core, how about you leave my Mud Pill Palace?" The Black Death Weapon Spirit had inhaled the milky white gas, and it shouldn't have tormented itself anymore. Zhen Cheng tried to negotiate the conditions with the Black Death Weapon Spirit.

"To leave or not to leave, I decide for myself! Being able to withstand my materials is not something you can solve with a word! The Volcanic Cold Core only grows once in thousands of years, but it's ruined by you ignorant idiot! I hate it! ”

The words of the Black Dead Machine Spirit were full of hatred, and Zhen Cheng, who wanted to argue a few words, hurriedly kept silent.

Ever since he got the black dead, Zhen Cheng has used it as a freezing stick. The words of the auditory spirit seem to be very powerful.

"If it takes another fifty years, this volcanic cold core will be fully mature! At that time, I was as free as before. What a hate! ”

The Black Death Weapon Spirit floated around in Zhen Cheng's Mud Pill Palace, his voice full of regret.

Free? You just blow it! Zhen Cheng was very skeptical of the words of the Black Death Weapon Spirit. Could it be that the machine spirit in front of him can still turn into a human form and fly around?

"You don't believe me?" As soon as Zhen Cheng's questioning thoughts sprung up, the old and angry voice of the Black Death Weapon Spirit rang out, "Thousands of miles away, take people's heads, do you think it's a joke?" Without a machine spirit like me, what weapon can do it? ”

"Missiles can do it!" The machine spirit jumped like thunder, and Zhen Cheng felt a strange kind of happiness instead. "Don't say 10,000 miles, it's not difficult to fly hundreds of thousands of miles!"

"What is a missile? Better than me? The Black Soul asked unconvinced, but his words were full of caution and caution.

"Better than you anyway! What else can you do except hide in the Mud Pill Palace and not come out! "Zhen Cheng can't introduce the missile too carefully, if the machine spirit knows that he is fooling it, he will probably torture himself again.

"What? You say me, what else can I do? "It's been so many years that the Black Dead Machine Spirit has heard such ignorant and ridiculous words. The finger-like black shadow swayed, and the machine spirit said, "I can torture you, it's my ability!" ”

Zhen Cheng wanted to provoke the Black Death Weapon Spirit, and wanted the Black Death Weapon Spirit to come out of his Mud Pill Palace in a fit of anger. As for what he would do after the Black Death Weapon Spirit left the Mud Pill Palace, Zhen Cheng didn't know.

The Black Dead Weapon Spirit is a scoundrel, and a very shrewd one. His own little tricks, in front of this old monster, were quickly defeated.

"I want to know, the weishenme black corpse will turn into a black liquid under the infusion of true qi?" The Black Death Machine Spirit had no intention of leaving for the time being, and Zhen Cheng didn't know what to continue asking. Thinking about the disappearance of the black corpse, Zhen Cheng wanted to know the reason.

"Humph! You should think about where you put me! ”

"You're not frost-resistant? Could it be that it was placed on the summit of Kaikabo Peak and froze you to death? "The reminder of the machine spirit, Zhen Cheng found the direction of thinking, but said that the black corpse can't stand the freezing, isn't it too ridiculous?" Doesn't Black Dead damage enemies by freezing it? ”

"Fart! Fart! Enraged, the machine spirit yelled, "Only an ignorant fool like you would use the Black Dead as an ice cube!" ”

"It's not exactly ice!" Zhen Cheng was a little unsure, but after thinking about it carefully, after he got the black fallen, it seemed that he often put the black dead in the refrigerator, and the electricity at home did save a lot. "Black stabbing things, it doesn't seem to be as sharp as a knife!"

"Can you die if you don't speak? Do you still want to exercise your mental strength? The Black Death Weapon Spirit was enraged again, floating around in the Mud Pill Palace, and eeriely warned Zhen Cheng to shut up.

Zhen Cheng shut up, but the Mud Pill Palace was still full of the anger of the machine spirit. If you think about it carefully, if your body is ruined by others, even if Zhen Cheng is angry, she will be hateful.

What are the special functions of the black corpse, Zhen Cheng doesn't ask. The reason for the destruction of the black corpse, Zhen Cheng vaguely guessed. After doing it for a long time, it was frozen. It's cold enough to open Kabo Peak, and the real qi is hot enough, is it melting as soon as it's cold and hot?

As a modern person, it is difficult for Zhen Cheng to understand the thoughts of the machine spirit. I won't blame myself for the damage of the blackmail. If the weapon is broken, it's a big deal to get a new one, what's the big deal.

Zhen Cheng even regretted it a little, if he hadn't prepared to attack Liu Gang with a weapon on a whim, where would he provoke the perverted guy Shangqi Ling.

The more I thought about it, the more I regretted it, Zhen Cheng's Mud Pill Palace seemed to have been affected, and the white mist became thicker and thicker.

"Where's your jade hand?" Zhen Cheng couldn't bear his thoughts, but the machine spirit couldn't bear to ask aloud anxiously.

"Thrown!" Zhen Cheng replied angrily.

"There is a limit to my patience!" There was a threat in the voice of the machine spirit, and vaguely, Zhen Cheng had already felt the pain getting closer and closer to him.

"There is a limit to what I can bear! If you toss again, my Mud Pill Palace will explode! When the time comes, I will become an idiot, and I will even more unable to remember where I put my jade hand! ”

The machine spirit suddenly asked where the jade hand was, and Zhen Cheng was shocked. His head was spinning, and Zhen Cheng suddenly remembered the interdependent relationship between Hei Yan and Jade Hand.

In the past, when I used to use the black corpse, I had to wear Guanyin jade hands. When he dealt with Liu Gang this time, he didn't use Guanyin Jade Hand at all. Zhen Cheng gradually understood the reason why the black corpse turned into black water, because of the foundation building period, when he took out the black corpse from the peak, the true qi had been automatically infused to resist the cold, but because of this reason, the black corpse turned into a black corpse? Zhen Cheng became more and more suspicious.

The black corpse and the Guanyin jade hand were discovered together. Zhen Cheng still remembered that when he was at the bottom of Tianzhu Peak, the black corpse and Guanyin jade hands were put together. After that, as long as the black corpse was a certain distance away from Guanyin's jade hand, it would burst out with a bone-chilling chill.

From the time he put the Black Dead on the peak of Kaikabo Peak, the Black Dead and Guanyin Jade Hand should not have been together for more than a year. Could it be that the real reason is because Guanyin's jade hand is not with the black body, and not because of some cold and infusion of true qi?

Looking at the appearance of the instrument spirit, does it really care not about itself, but about the Guanyin jade hand?

"That stuff is important to me! I swear, if you don't get it back, I'll kill all your loved ones! The machine spirit's voice was cold, hard and decisive. Zhen Cheng seemed to hear the clanging sound of the sword coming out of its sheath, and the Mud Pill Palace seemed to be frozen in an instant.

In the Mud Pill Palace, Zhen Cheng didn't say a word! Regarding the warning of the machine spirit, Zhen Cheng has to think carefully before answering!

PS: Thank you brothers for your strong support in March, and thank you to "Alpine Bridge" and other brothers for their tips and subscriptions! It's April Fool's Day, and I wish you all a happy holiday! Last month's flowers were added, and the master still owes two watches, and he will pay them back as soon as possible! This afternoon, the school badminton competition, the master is going to participate! Let's get a big chapter first, and try to get another big chapter out in the evening! At the beginning of the month, if there are flowers, they will be smashed, and when there are flowers, the master will have passion! Quack -