Chapter One Hundred and Four

He pondered for a moment, a look of hesitation appeared on his tired and rough face, and the man's yin face appeared strangely in the man's mind, he sighed, pursed his lips, and muttered: "It's better to report it, otherwise the pervert will come to me again......"

He moved and sat down motionless from the front of the magic mirror, his legs and feet were very sore, and he looked at the mirror alone, he was not Erlang God, and he was about to be depressed and sick when he looked at one at a glance. It's a hard job......

He turned and walked to the dim blue mirror beside him.

So, he happened to miss the change from the illusion mirror behind him.

The original starry pattern is changing at a strange speed, the ink color overlapping, extracting, reshaping, and finally forming a six-petal flower pattern, and at the same time changing, the level judgment in the rectangular frame is rapidly rising.

Then, the red image loses its vivid color in an instant and turns black, suggesting a black "×" shape.

In the end, without warning, the light and shadow were completely extinguished, and a crack appeared in the delicate mirror, which expanded and spread from the center.

And the man just now, the edge of the gold-lacquered mirror that is being carved at the moment is occasionally inlaid with unknown gemstones, shining brightly. The diamond-shaped mirror is such a dull color. It's really a bit of a dissonance.

The man stretched out his hand and drew a formation on it, knuckling over it, leaving no traces.

It's just that when he just finished painting and raised his hand, the mirror that originally looked barren and cold suddenly lit up, illuminating the entire enclosed space as if it were daytime.

When the bright light slowly converged, through the man finally saw the person in the mirror, smoky, vague, as if there was the sound of water.

He approached and slapped the mirror suddenly, it couldn't be too long to be useless, was it broken?!

In the next second, a cold divine voice sounded like a low-altitude flight in the dark space: "Okay, okay, the mirror is not broken." ”

There was some impatience in his tone, and the man only felt that the air in this room had condensed a little.

When the picture stabilized again, he saw only a back, sturdy, shiny, shiny back, with long ink hair spread out......

He finally knew that the man in the mirror was facing away from him. Belch...... Bathe.

He felt that it was not the right time for him to do this, the person in the picture had not squeaked for a long time, he would not be angry.

"I'm not angry......" his voice came faintly.

He was so frightened that he sat down and muttered, "Young master...... "You are really scary...... Do you know how to read minds?!

The man with his back to him ignored his call, and the sound of idleness and flirting came through the mirror, and the man swallowed his saliva, which was a first-class "glamorous" picture......

In fact, when the young master doesn't speak, he is still quite gentle.

The sound of water dripping suddenly stopped, and the man called the young master said in a cold voice: "Don't be so startled, people who don't know still think I'm fierce......"

The man's throat tightened: "......" Everything you say is right!

The man who was in the bathtub smiled abruptly again, and the broken ticking sound sounded again, and he seemed to be in a good mood again, and his voice was as clear as water: "Say, Canaan, what are you looking for me?" ”