?Otherwise.

Ying Zheng may still be alive, and the history of the Central Plains will be another scene.

Even though he believed in science, when he went into retreat for eight days, without eating or drinking, and extinguishing the bat incense given by the ruffians, he saw himself sleeping peacefully in the big bed.

Then I saw myself fly away.

Flying over the high-rise buildings of reinforced concrete, the profound surging of the universe, the Milky Way full of eyes......

Originally here.

If it weren't for his own experience, he would have thought that the middle crossing in his life was just a mottled invention of the end family, not limited to traditional Xianxia, or a creative method in the contemporary format.

Moreover, Brother Yuan of Little Kunlun froze himself in ice cubes for 8 days, not eating, drinking, or breathing. At first, I was safe and sound.

All of this corresponds to one sentence: supernatural powers are really strange.

Death is not so easy.

Gradually, Li Xiao identified with his identity and identified with the world.

Cultivate the Fa, use your own strength, and break through the sky.

One hundred and twenty steps from the west of Yanlang, you still see a small forest, the forest is several miles deep, there is a broken courtyard, standing in the middle.

That's it—Little Kunlun.

There are two orphans in Kunlun, one is for Brother Yuan, and the other is for Li Xiao. Both of them are Kunlun faction eighteen lines, a total of a dream, life for more than 18 years, hope that one day, Kunlun will stand at the head of my village.

took off his cloth clothes, and Li Xiao was also happy to do it. However, the routine of crossing, shouldn't the supporting role have a system, a golden finger, an old man, or a multi-born martial spirit?

In fact, Li Xiao is very happy to have a plug-in system that belongs to the supporting role and become a glorious existence.

Even if it's a waste system, he's willing to accommodate it.

I don't want to be against the sky, I just want to equip the traverser with the fundamental premise of life.

But.

Every day, I constantly travel through Caojiao Village, run errands to earn fairy fate, and cultivate the Fa.

This column of reality informed him.

There is a way to do a good thing, but it is too simple.

In the first year, practice to earn immortal fate.

In the second year, practice to earn immortal fate.

In the third year, practice to earn immortal fate.

……

……

So far, the late plug-in, after all, is absent.

Li Xiao was already dead.

There are tools, and if you are absent, you are absent!

There's nothing to regret!

——

Li Xiao, who stepped on the little turtle, walked through the bamboo forest and returned to Little Kunlun, which was his home in this life.

Li Xiao walked lightly and passed through the hall.

Brother Yuan sat down beside the demon refining furnace, and bursts of green smoke rose up. Li Xiao really didn't want to disturb this senior brother.

"Why did you come back so early today?"

The corners of Li Xiao's mouth rose slightly, and he applauded:

"Senior brother doesn't know, today the opportunity is not safe, the village is closed, and there are monsters to make ......."

A hint of banter flashed at the corner of Brother Yuan's mouth, his hands forward, and a doll that was extremely similar to him broke out and said: "Moreover, the village chief also said that today is only a good time to rest."

Li Xiao: "Senior brother is really talented."

After that, Li Xiao looked at Brother Yuan, that is, he slipped away.

"Senior brother, you stop. Since the amnesia, your spiritual power has not grown, and this lie power has never grown, this is strange, this lie, you have told it 108 times. ”

Li Xiao said solemnly: "When I settle down, think about one or two, and I will definitely hand over a new lie to my senior brother one day."

After saying that, he turned around and suddenly frowned.

It seems that there is something wrong there.

Now that he knows that it is a lie, why does the senior brother still use puppetry?

"Senior brother, who are you?"

At this time, a blue light wave floated back from outside Xiao Kunlun, which instantly merged into Brother Yuan's body, Brother Yuan closed his eyes and said:

"The head of Caojiao Village has been wrecked, and the village has indeed been closed. Today, you should rest and recuperate, so that you can realize the Fa. ”

After speaking, Brother Yuan settled down from the beginning, and the noise and disturbance around him were also silent.

Li Xiao sighed lightly and walked towards the room lightly.

Is the village really closed? Today's lie is not a lie.

It is valuable to steal half a day of leisure, and it will not become waste time.

Let's get some sleep first.

Lined up, the azaleas at the door were blooming, and on the bed behind the fence, the stupid cat was still sleeping with his head covered, and the quilt was disciplined with the rhythm of breathing.

On the left side of the fence, in front of the entrance to the cultivation room, is a coffee table.

A few ***, a few vases.

"The seventh middle crimson pattern has been brought back."

Li Xiao's right hand is pointed forward, his left hand is stretched out, and the twenty-four bridges on his waist are shining green on a bright moonlit night.

Immediately, the white bud appeared in Li Xiao's palm.

He chuckled, and then, the white buds flew with his fingers towards the blank snow-white vase.

The other six-colored flowers spread their arms and showed fiery smiles.

Li Xiao smiled at the corner of her mouth, bent a special arc, stretched her waist, patted her mouth, closed her eyes, and half-raised her head and walked behind Fan Li.

"Meow!" A sharp sound came, accompanied by anger.

"Oh, Xiaobai, you and Haihan, I forgot that there was a you in the bed."

Immediately, a snoring sound.

Under the fence, with the sound of the cat's cry, the white cat stretched and yawned.

Pacing lazily revealing his body, skillfully jumping onto the desk in front of the window. The little paw nudgs, the sunlight faintly enters, and the white cat follows the trend.

Brother Yuan was still settled in the smoke of the cooking, and the sound of the cat did not disturb him in the slightest.

In fact, Li Xiao is not a complete sleep.

As an immortal cultivator, he doesn't actually sleep, and he doesn't hurt his demeanor. But the bad habit of sleeping in the world is like an addict, and he is unwilling to let him go.

So, he still insisted on this habit.

Compared with Brother Yuan's meditation, he was sleeping heavily, and his cultivation mana was much slower.

Now in the dantian, the mana is only 27943.

His senior brother is afraid that he has already broken 100,000 mana.

It was evening, and it was drizzling.

"Senior brother, when it rains, you stop cultivating, it's over, so that you can settle down smoothly."

Li Xiao didn't know that this was the 35th time that Brother Yuan had called to say hello.

"Senior brother, come on."

It rained lightly in the evening and the night was not too deep.

Don't wait for Li Xiao to ride the little turtle.

There was a thunderclap outside the door, with the light of the fire, and the light and fire in the room were also transparent.

A domineering and rude voice came from the door.

"Presumably you are Li Xiao?"

Li Xiao in the room was immediately stunned.

In this situation, this is a great omen. Putting away his mount, he left the door, and peeked through the crack in the door to see the wind and grass outside.

The fire in the courtyard is transparent, and a team of people is neatly arranged, which is the knights of the Royal Forest Army. The first one is fully armed, with golden armor, holding a sword, arrogant, and a general's appearance.

After his death, there were several popular soldiers, wearing popular armor, with a halberd painted in one hand and a blazing torch in the other.

The firelight followed the raindrops, and they stared at Brother Yuan in the thick black smoke.

The copper-green demon refining furnace in the courtyard had merged with the night, and a faint red star appeared in the furnace hole, like the eyes of a ghostly ghost.

"Dare to ask the official what is the matter?" Brother Yuan held a Bodhi plantain in his hand, got up from the stove unhurriedly, and stared at the general.

"I heard that earlier, a young man passed by the bridge, and the open fire took away the things of the two princes." The general's face was full of resentment.

"What does the leader mean?"