Chapter 169: That Guy (3)
[Don't get too happy, it's just a small fragment.] ]
[The little flower bone lasts for a lifetime, and she retains her breath for a lifetime, and I can collect her breath to condense the soul.] ]
When the soul is strong, the body can be cultivated.
This can be regarded as an unexpected gain for the first life of the little flower bone.
The system cried tears of joy.
But.
[You are an evil demon, and the Dumb Treasure is a small flower and bone raised by the Immortal Monarch, pure and pure, how can you condense her soul? ] γ
It's not the same source at all.
Unless it's a treasure... Demons too?
[Fool, you don't know a lot...... You don't want it? ]
γOf course!γ γ
Like a system baby, put away that tear soul.
[But, why give it to me, you, haven't you always disliked me for not being able to protect the treasure? γ
[Who knows?] ]
The stupid guy protects the little flower bone, doesn't he also have to protect the other?
The black fog came and went without a trace.
[Hey, wait a minute! γ
The sound of the system, echoing in the void space.
I don't know if the guy is gone, so his voice is a little anxious.
Why do you look so weak? γ
They are mortal enemies, knowing themselves and knowing that the other side can survive a hundred battles, and the system knows the strength of the other party.
Although it does not want to admit that it has been ...... by the other side pressed for 10,000 years.
But with the strength of the other party, it is impossible to be weak enough to return to the west.
[Care about me?] ]
The voice of the evil man, from some corner, sounded faintly.
The system ...... [No!] γ
[Take care of yourself, Xiaohua Guduo will not be able to live well in the next life, Lao Tzu will crook your head.] ]
System:......
Some stinky guys, they just can't be kind to it.
But.
[Wait, I have one last question!] γ
[Say!] ]
I hate this kind of idiot who has a problem and doesn't finish it all at once.
[Is Xianjun, Xianjun still alive? ] γ
The system is fully prepared, and Xianjun is afraid that he will already be dead.
But when I saw this guy, I had a glimmer of hope.
It couldn't help but tighten the tearful soul that was pretending to be a stupid treasure.
Nervously waiting for an answer.
Wait, wait, wait.
The air was silent.
Finally, I smelled it, and I seemed to sigh deeply helplessly about the intelligence of some people.
[Fool.] ]
The voice of disgust completely disappeared into the void space.
Only the system is left to go round and round.
[Gone?] Are you really gone? You haven't answered me yetββ! γ
γDing Dong!γ Health β 1, 97/100 remaining. γ
ββ
When the system wakes up in the next world.
At a glance, I can detect the living breath of Derpy.
It's really small.
A toddler of four or five years old.
It's not as tall as a table leg.
A small chirp is tied on each side of the little head, and the soft hanging hair obediently adheres to the delicate back of the neck.
A small forehead with soft broken hair.
Look at the dress, it is a little boy in ancient times.
Oh, virgin.
The little virgin's white and pure face was like a small ball, round and round.
It's white and soft.
People can't help but want to reach out and pinch it.
A pair of soft eyes, moist and black, and thin long eyelashes trembled, trembling the innocence and curiosity of children.
The small body is wearing a white disciple's uniform.
A small thin waist is tied with a belt.
It's small, it's cute, it's cute!
The system screamed with excitement.
This time, it's sure to protect the cute Derpy!
Derpy tilted his head softly.
Delicate little hands, holding the carved wall with round hollows.
His neck was stretched forward, and his little head was about to poke out of the wall.
Oh, the system just looked at the environment.
This is in ...... A little-known sect?
The sect should have been built on a small hill that was not too high.
Inside the wall, there is a martial arts arena.
The disciples who wore the same costumes as Dubao were boxing.
Look at the hour, it's morning class.
Why is everyone boxing, and Dubao is standing alone outside the wall??
Punished by the master?