Chapter 1886: Still Unwilling (1st Update)
Solving the troubles of no return, Cangzhi Kongkong and Wang Ziliao once again continued the interrupted research on the curse, studied for a full day, and finally were able to superimpose the power of the three of them, so that the children could shout to Yexi to get up.
It's her turn.
Yexi's headache was half relieved, and when he heard that the three of them had succeeded, he suddenly felt better, and he didn't have the gas to wake up, so he rushed over to see the results.
"Okay?"
Cangzhi was holding a cloud as light as a cloud in his hand, which was not the usual black.
"We've done our best."
Night Creek wrote two small characters, one for positioning and tracking, and one for potency superimposition.
The two fingernail-sized characters leaned over one left and one right, only to touch the mana, and with a snap, a small firework exploded.
Red, orange and yellow, like a small umbrella, very good-looking, and scattered at once.
Look at each other.
What do you mean?
Yes? Didn't work out? Which failed?
Empty whispered: "Could it be that the characters are too powerful?" β
Yexi: "I controlled it, but the power is too small to work for him?" β
Wang Ziliao: "Let's do it again, this time I'll come, try it first." β
I didn't have to try it, I looked for it, stared at the two purple-red and purple-red circles, swollen and swelling with water, and my eyelids were bulging and I couldn't see the deep and charming eyes.
Everyone was tense, and they really didn't hold back, and they made a circle of pig screams.
"Excuse me." He felt that his cultivation was really high, and he hadn't killed this group of cubs yet.
The prince of the empty branches shrank his neck, and he didn't know if he could succeed in the spell, how could there be a solution, so he looked at the night stream together.
Yexi is angry in her heart, I'm just a little assistant, what can I know?
smiled weakly: "How much sleep do you sleep?" β
Flicked his sleeves and viciously: "Let me enter your space." β
Yexi wanted to say, your space is not bad, and the scenery is better than the god realm, but when it comes to the pair of purple and red lanterns, the corners of his mouth will be uncontrollable, and he will feel a little guilty and send people in.
He was "recuperating" in the snow and bamboo forest.
"How long does the mana last?" Nightbrook asked.
The three of them really don't know, what about the abilities of the three people, or different sources, and the ghost knows whether they are superimposed or canceled each other.
"Let him stay inside, you see when we were so messy when he wasn't there." There is no return.
Oh my God, he actually slept with Feng Tu for a night, it was terrible.
Feng Tu also regretted that he didn't take out a liver to eat when he slept with a real divine dragon.
Yexi cleared his throat: "As I said before, we have too little experience, we have to go back and make up for it, I will go to the underworld to investigate now." By the way, you go into the space and brew some more bars. And you don't have enough puppets, and the medicine fields are flooding again. β
Swallowing Heaven pulled the fire treasure together, wondering if to get a few more puppets, and it didn't need to be too fine, just take care of the medicine field. Otherwise, just sort them out this time and move them to a large area for them to grow as they please.
Yihua looked at Mingzen and said jokingly: "I just came up, and I'm going to go down again." β
Yexi looked at him: "It's not sure that it will be successful, I'm not familiar with the Divine Realm Difu." If it doesn't work, you can only find another way. β
Ming Chan said to him, "If you don't want to go, you can't go." β
The alien flower didn't explode this time, and was silent, with bitterness in her eyes.
Ming Chan let go of his soft voice: "Didn't you suffer the divine calamity, I thought you let go." β
Yihua looked at him: "Who said that if you really let go, I will help you get cleaved?" I seem to have passed the thunder tribulation, but the last moment is the heart demon tribulation, seeing your last unavoidable thunder tribulation, I seem to see the year again-"
Back then, the master, uncle, uncle and brothers fought for his life.
I don't want to rush over.
"You should thank them."
Otherwise, I wouldn't have passed, you'd have been hacked to death.
Ming Chan said: "If you don't rush over, I'm afraid that even a trace of spirit will not be left." β
That's a dead end, but it's also a life.
Yihua didn't speak, he died and died, how many days he couldn't die alone.
Ming Chan: "You really can't go down?" β
I don't know if I go through it again, I will see through it or be crazy.
Yexi explained Zen: "The fart is seen through, the fart is put down, what's wrong with holding on to the past?" β
Ming Chan: "I don't tell you, you are not a monk, you don't let go of you, you don't see through your way of living, different flowers are different from you." β
It's different, she has hair, long hair fluttering.
Yexi said to Yihua: "Don't pay attention to him, it's a big deal that you are still vulgar, it's good to be a monk with a fart." β
Experience is experience, see through it and never experience it? Hurt is hurt, pain is pain, let go and there is no hurt or pain?
What's wrong with holding on to the memories of the past? What's wrong?
Why forget, those are important people in life!
Monks are not human? Don't talk about conscience?
Even though she didn't say it, Ming Chan could see it in her fire-breathing eyes.
Helpless, look, crooked reasoning one by one. What he said was obviously not forgetting, but a relief, and she had to understand it in an extreme way.
Inexplicable again.
"What's wrong with you? I didn't say anything, why is it so angry? β
Yexi snorted and panted, looking at the circle of people around him, high and low, concerned, puzzled, and sad again.
"I'm calm and calm."
Whoosh into the snow and bamboo forest, sat on a cool stone stool, and looked at her without being surprised.
"Beware of going mad." Squinting eyes.
Yexi waved his hand irritably: "I'm also like this bear when I go crazy." β
Yo, this is how much you look down on yourself.
Ji Liangliang: "Why, you still want to tear down this world to vent your master's anger." β
Yexi lowered his head violently, raised his eyes to look at him, and lowered his voice: "You say, okay?" β
Well?
"I'll give my master a breath, can I do it?"
Look at her, dead girl, this is how to get angry with his master.
"Phew, dream."
For the sake of your master, you can stop.
"Have you forgotten what your master said?"
Yexi slowly lay on the table, deep and sad, buried his face and said sullenly: "I understand the reason, and I also listened to it, butββ"
"You're just unwilling, it's obviously not your fault."
Yexi's head drilled, that's it.
"But thatβ" he pointed up, "it doesn't tell right or wrong." β
"And thatβ" he snapped, "it's even more unreasonable." β
Nightstream: "Why-"
"I still want to know, you ask me, ask your master to go." β
Yexi raised his head: "My master didn't come back with me, did he go to recuperate?" β
There was water in his eyes again.
He stood up: "Come and come again, show me your deep master-apprentice relationship." Go and go, don't bother me. β
As he spoke, he went to the bamboo forest.
Yexi chased after him: "Eh, don't go, let's fight." β
I still have to find him to vent my anger.
He said it was boring: "You can't resist my move." β
"Hit me."
"I don't have a habit of bullying children."
"Count me in."
He stood still, looked back at her, and couldn't bear it: "Can you not say this in the future." β
Is this begging him? No matter how low you are, it's him who is aggrieved.
"Please, please, pleaseβ"
What else could he do? I pinched a bamboo branch and pulled it over.
Yexi stepped back and took out the bamboo qin.
Groan: "This is your space." β
Yexi thought about it, too, put away the bamboo piano and took out the bamboo pen.
This is where characters are used.
His eyes flashed, and he finally came to a little meaning, don't blame him for bullying children.
The two fought together, and a transparent shield was unconsciously raised on the periphery of the snow bamboo forest to ensure that the battle would not spread.
In an unknown place, the bamboo turned over, the slightest pain behind his back, and there seemed to be something churning in his silent eyes.