The pine segments in the fireplace crackled with a burning sound.

The girl didn't notice the coat that had slipped from her shoulders to the carpet, and she was hunched down on the mahogany table, writing intently.

is different from the usual youthful and energetic dress, Tu Tingting looks more like a nerdy girl who can only read at the moment wearing round-framed glasses.

"It's a long way to go......," she said, taking off her glasses, rubbing them, putting her pen aside, and sneering. One hand brushed the already empty kraft paper, let it roll up and fly gently onto the bookshelf, the other hand naturally drooped, and the tong finger fell to the ground, exuding a slight black light.

Then, in the next second, her figure disappeared from the small room, and then appeared above the spire of the tower in the Falling Turbulent Valley.

Without a pause, she kicked out, like a swift that instantly streaked across the sky of the Falling Turbulent Valley, and flew out against the upper part of the outer ring of the city, landing on the rushing river without making a splash.

As she rushed out of the city, she had already noticed the thin old man in a long robe.

Tu Tingting tapped the water with her toes and rushed towards the other party, at the same time, the black light on the soles of her feet was released, and in a few breaths, it swelled into a huge black pattern, and when seen from a high altitude, it turned out to be a leafy sycamore.

When the thin old man saw the pattern that was rapidly spreading under his feet, his pupils tightened and he hurriedly retreated, and he exclaimed: "Tu City Lord!" Is this your hospitality? ”

"Guest!" Tu Tingting disappeared in the space, and appeared in front of the old man in an instant, grabbing her fingers forward, and seeing that she was about to pull the other party's clothes.

Suddenly, the water beneath her turned cloudy and black, turning into arrows of water poking at her.

Tu Tingting was a little surprised and stopped and disappeared from the spot, appearing a few steps away.

The center of the turbulent river was black, surging and bubbling as if it were boiling, separated from the surrounding waters. A black balloon of water floated from the surface of the river, splitting from it like a blooming flower, and in the middle stood a somewhat gloomy-looking black-haired woman sitting on her side.

"Little pen and little ink." Tu Tingting looked at the old man in the long shirt who retreated and the woman who rose from the water, and asked with a smile, "Wenli Academy is only four heavenly worship, and now that both of them have come to me to die, are you ready to close the door?" ”

The thin old man snorted, and wiped the cold sweat that broke out with some horror.

The black-haired woman looked indifferent, shook off her long hair, looked a little infiltrating and smirked, but opened her mouth like a young girl: "I said sister, Mu Lao and I came all the way to see you, how can you be so unkind, it's really scared to death!" ”

Tu Tingting rolled her eyes: "I don't know that the old woman who is hundreds of years old is still pretending to be tender." ”

The black-haired woman didn't seem to be angry at all, tilted her head and looked at Tu Tingting: "Sister, you can't say that." is also pretending to be tender, but my sister's way is far worse than you. ”

Tu Tingting said disdainfully: "If you want to fight, fight quickly, if you swallow it slowly, will you be poor?" Immature! ”

"Our purpose is not to fight," the old man in the long shirt clenched the brush in his hand, "I'm just here to chat today, to talk about the reconciliation of the struggle between the upper and lower realms......

"Reconciliation?" The corners of Tu Tingting's mouth turned up, and her fingertips played with the tong finger, "Wu Xianming's breath was cut off by you in an instant, I'm afraid it's not a pretense to reconcile or something." ”

"What's wrong with Jing Congyuan...... she muttered to herself, glancing at the other two of them as if she were casually looking.

The old man in the long robe was stunned by that gaze, he thought that by knocking down the small boat condensed by Wu Xianming in an instant, he could intercept the other party's messenger and prevent the Nether Mirror, the two most closely connected cities, from helping each other, but he didn't expect that Tu Tingting, a woman, would be so sensitive to Wu Xianming's breath.

Tu Tingting put away her relaxed attitude, stood up straight, and narrowed her eyes: "You two are here to stop me, right?" In that case, let's see if you have the ability! ”

She stomped her feet, and the tung finger was already standing on the surface of the water at some point, and the black plane pattern was no better than before, almost suddenly skyrocketing several times, directly covering the water surface where the black-haired woman and the old man in the long shirt were standing.

The black-haired woman and the old man in the long shirt were shocked, and for a moment they were ready to jump upwards at the same time.

Tu Tingting's figure shook for a moment, her legs seemed to be still stepping on the water, her fingers had reached the chest of the old man in the long robe, and her five fingers were scattered.

The old man in the long shirt opened his eyes wide, and his heart was full of turbulent waves. He had just lifted the brush in his hand to his abdomen to block his chest, and the other party had already grabbed his clothes one step ahead of him.

Tu Tingting's other hand brushed the waist of the old man in the long robe, and her hands were staggered, almost giving the other party a palm on the abdomen.

The old man in the long shirt had a bad heart, thinking that he was going to die here, but he was surprised that he didn't feel any discomfort in his abdomen. Looking down, I saw a cloud of ink crossing an arc, like a ribbon across Tu Tingting's hand and his abdomen, blocking most of the other party's strength.

Tu Tingting withdrew her hand, Tong Zhi returned to her hand, and in the next moment, she took her to the back of the black-haired woman, and printed it again with a palm.

"Bang!"

She let out a "huh", and Tong fingers drew half a circle in the air, accurately blocking the strong pen force from the side.

"Gee, you two are really, it's a bit of a hassle." She looked at the old man in the long shirt who slowly put down the brush in his hand on the other side.

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The more the old man Mubi fought with Tu Tingting, the more frightened he became.

When he entered the camera, he was just an unknown little old man in Wenli Academy.

After all, he was already old when he entered the country, and he just wanted to spend the rest of his life here quietly, almost endlessly.

But it backfired, and a chance encounter made him condense the brush in his hand into a stamper. With this brush called Dianfeng, he climbed all the way to one of the four masters of Wenli Academy.

He didn't know if it was good or bad for him. But as his status grew, he gradually forgot his mentality as an old man.

After all, this is a mirror where time stands still relative to the upper realm, and the age outside is meaningless to the mirror.

When she was researching in Wenli Academy, she knew about the famous pestle-shaped seal of Tu Tingting, the city lord of the Nether Mirror's Falling Turbulent Valley, Tong Finger.

It is said that the Sycamore Tree can form a plane tree-like seal that envelops a huge area, and she herself can change the distance between two points within the Sycamore Tree pattern by shortening any sycamore branch, or even the entire trunk.

In other words, as long as she is in her Seal Realm, she can absolutely control the distance between any two points.

In fact, this is not a special ability, but the old man Mubi definitely didn't expect that the other party's use of Tong Zhi had reached this level.

Tu Tingting's body is like a dilapidated picture in an old-fashioned TV set, which is hidden from time to time, and even blurred into a mass of afterimages. At this moment, he slapped him, and the next moment he kicked Mo Lin'er in the stomach.

The thin face of the old man Mubi showed an unwilling look, he didn't even have time to activate the point attack ability, he could only be tired of falling into the dilemma of rescuing each other with Mo Lin'er.

The old man's point is definitely not jealous! He finally got angry, and said in his heart.

Every time he grabbed the moment when Tu Tingting left his side, he waved the point slightly, and the pen power gradually intertwined into a cocoon and wrapped around him.

Finally, Tu Tingting's tong fingers brushed over one of the strokes and made a crisp dinging sound. The density of the pen power could no longer accommodate the proximity of her body.

At this moment's pause of Tu Tingting, the old man Mubi grabbed the starting point and slashed it like a sword.

"Break it for the old man!"

A silver light swept through, and Tu Tingting's body fell on her back as if she had been severely injured.