The process is painful and slow, both physically and psychologically. Jiang Hai's mouth opened to the maximum, and the characters entered little by little, and the rejection of foreign objects entering his body made him want to vomit, but he couldn't move.

I could only scold in my heart: "You don't pay attention to it, you asked me if I agreed, just drill into my mouth, when this is a safe haven, or a garbage recycling station?" Although he knew the extraordinaryness of that character, he still couldn't accept it by forcibly entering his body from his mouth. "You can't turn into a breath, or try something like you before!"

Maybe it was because he heard Jiang Hai's heart, and the characters responded, and they drilled into it more violently. All the way down, it has passed the throat, and it is still continuing, Jiang Hai wants to cry without tears.

When the pain disappeared and he was able to move, the first thing he did was to stretch out his fingers and dig them into his mouth. "Well, you come out for me, I'm not renting it. Regardless of whether the characters could be understood or not, he clasped his hand harder, wanting to spit it out, because he found that the magic eye was already eyeing him. It's going to destroy this third character, and now that the character has taken refuge in itself, it naturally sets its hatred on itself.

"I said, big brother, senior, you can come out quickly, or my little life will be lost for you. ”

"Uh" didn't spit out anything after retching, as if the character had been integrated into Jiang Hai's body and become a part of him.

"I'll wipe you a banana peel," he scolded, as a ray of light came from the Magic Eye. With his strength, he naturally couldn't stop it, and he didn't even dare to touch it, but the light was already close to Jiang Hai's body in the blink of an eye, and the blood shield couldn't resist it at all, and his body had already felt the aura of destruction in the light, how could this be good.

The magic sword is now difficult to protect itself, and he can't fight it, he can only hope that the many secrets in his body can break out at this moment to block the immediate crisis, or it can only be death.

The secret had not been revealed, and he had no choice but to close his eyes and wait for death, and after a moment he felt no pain. When I opened my eyes, I didn't know when a thin membrane-like substance surrounded my body, blocking the light of destruction. Look at the seven characters on it again, and they help each other at the critical moment, which is really unexpected.

After the light of destruction was eliminated, the protective film disappeared, and the seven characters were lined up, and Jiang Hai suddenly had an ominous premonition.

The first word floated in front of Jiang Hai, face to face, Jiang Hai could even see the mysterious aura circulating in it, the obvious vicissitudes of life, and the spiritual power that did not belong to this era. Jiang Hai wondered what it was going to do?

I saw that after swaying from side to side towards Jiang Hai, it bent over, as if nodding, was this asking him? However, Jiang Hai still subconsciously shook his head, no matter what it was going to do, it would not be a good thing.

Seeing Jiang Hai's refusal, the character circled around him, and even pulled his sleeve, this is coquettish? No, there must be a demon when something goes wrong, he nodded more firmly.

The character suddenly lit up, and Jiang Hai's eyes widened, because his body couldn't move again, and his mouth involuntarily opened wide again.

'No, big brother, come again!' even a fool now knows what is going to happen. The character shrank his body slightly, headed towards Jiang Hai's mouth, and then returned to expand his body, which was to measure whether Jiang Hai's mouth could be opened or not, and adjust his own volume.

Although Jiang Hai's body couldn't move, his eyes could still move, staring at the movement of the first character, only to see it fluttering backwards, and then suddenly accelerating and rushing towards Jiang Hai's mouth.

"I*&*, have you adjusted your eyesight for a long time?" his mouth opened uncomfortably, as if it was about to dislocate, the previous position should have been just right, and now it has increased a little, I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional.

Suffering this pain for the second time, Jiang Hai really wanted to cry, but when he saw that there were still six people waiting in line to enter his body, he couldn't cry. 'God, God, you're playing with me, is this the mission, I'm almost lying down now, or it's like something evil.' 'Staring at those six eager characters, trying to kill them with your eyes' You guys think it's a cafeteria, and there is such a neat queue, one by one!'

Eyes can indeed kill people, but it is not what he can do now, and in desperation, he can only relax his body and comfort himself:

Life is like harmony, if you can't resist it, you can enjoy it silently.

In the backyard of Zhao's house, Yahuan took a small folded note in her hand and went into a room

"Madam, Fourth Prince...... The young master has sent a letter. Suddenly, she realized that something was wrong and hurriedly changed her words, but she still saw her frowning and quickly knelt on the ground. He slapped himself with his hand and cried in fear: "The slave deserves to die, please forgive the lady." The force was so heavy that she knew she had violated Madame's taboo.

Seeing this, Madame had to bow her hand, "Forget it, let the letter go down, if you know the consequences next time." "The consequences are extremely heavy.

Yahuan knelt down and thanked him, got up, put down the note, and left tremblingly.

Mrs. looked at the note and was a little unhappy, Zhao Ziwu had four sons, only Zhao Jie was born to her, and she was not Zhao Ziwu's original partner. Fortunately, she can only become the main house when her original partner dies early, so she has always been disgusted by the two titles of 'second lady and fourth son'. If it weren't for the fact that this girl was the old lady's favorite person, she would have broken her mouth today.

She unfolded the note and looked at it, and it was indeed her own child's handwriting.

"Huh, how can this be?" she was a little puzzled after a moment. According to the letter, Zhao Ziying had been separated from him three days ago.

She suddenly had an ominous premonition. The letter said that three days ago, plus the correspondence, it would take two days to go back and forth, that is, he had been gone for seven days, and with his cultivation, even if he left, he should go home, could it be that something happened?

"Xiaoju?" she hurriedly called the maid ring who was waiting outside the door

Yahuan entered the house and waited for orders.

"You go to the third master's mansion to inquire and see if the third master is back. Remember to go out and walk through the small door, be careful not to let people see it, and don't let the people in the Third Master's Mansion know. ”

Yahuan has followed her since she was a child and came to marry, so she naturally knew the severity, and left in a hurry after answering.

Xiao Ju left her and said to herself, "Ziying, Ziying, what are you doing?"

It's the same Zhao family, but it's just a corner.

Zhao Ziwu knelt on a pile of withered grass, and an old man sat cross-legged with his back to him. The silver hair is like a withered face, and the crow has made a nest on the top of the hair that has not been disturbed for a long time, and the eyes are also closed.

This is the ancestral mausoleum of the Zhao family, but the appearance is really shabby, a tomb in the east and a pile of soil in the west, and it is simply a tomb in the countryside if it is not arranged. Only the scattered bricks and tiles, the glass, and the stele that has not completely collapsed tell its past glory. This is also what the ancestors of the Zhao family have always strongly requested, that is, to let future generations look at the desolate cemetery and introspect.

The old man sat on a lonely grave, this is the ancestral tomb, and the seat must be an ancestor of the Zhao family. Even so, no one dared to say him, because he was the father of the Four Dragons, Zhao Tianxiong, the head of the previous generation. Moreover, few people know that he is here, and it is usually forbidden to enter here.

Zhao Ziwu said respectfully: "Father, third brother, he ......" He noticed his father's demeanor and saw that he didn't move, so he continued to speak. "Third brother, he hasn't returned to the clan for seven or eight days, since the day you sent him, his character shouldn't be like this!"

He still didn't say anything to death, because he knew that his father was practicing an extremely advanced technique, and now he was at a critical moment, and he couldn't disturb his mind.

The old man Gu Jing Wubo, he didn't even open his eyes, and said very calmly: "In recent days, my father's heart has been wringing, his eyelids are beating, and his fingers are swinging, so I know that my loved ones may leave, and the only people who go out are the third child, and the fourth son of your family, and now it seems that the third child has an accident." ”

The tone changed a little coldly, "You immediately set off to Zhulu Academy, one is to find out the whereabouts of that thing, and the other is to find information about your third brother." If he died in the land of Fuze, it would be his life, but it was done by others, even if he turned over the Qin Empire, he would find that person. ”

"Yes, father" Zhao Ziwu replied very respectfully, not daring to slack off. He knew that his father was angry, but now the time was not right, so he endured it.

Although it is said to be the four dragons, but what he values most is the third disciple Ying, if it weren't for the depression of his fighting spirit made by mistakes back then, the position of the head of the family now has to be said. Even so, he still has a pivotal place in his father's heart.

When he left the ancestral tomb, he let out a long sigh, was it helpless, reluctant, or something else?

Zhao Tianxiong naturally caught it, but he didn't care, the corners of his mouth trembled and he said slightly: "Third child, if you weren't for your father, you wouldn't be where you are now, it's all your father." Rest assured, it is really man, no matter who it is, I will show you the snow. ”

In a series of pains, Jiang Hai learned to self-hypnosis.

You can see that the moon in the sky is really round, and the night view is really beautiful, which makes me feel very good. The truth is that there is nothing in the sky, only a wall of light.

'Ah, look at those big eyes, they blink like stars in the night sky. 'It's the Magic Eye closed and open, and there's a light coming together, and it's going to attack.

"I'm rubbing, are you really here?" Jiang Hai reacted and jumped up. "Isn't I being controlled?" Look around him, the seven characters are gone, already in his distraction, all in his mouth.

'Ah, when will I be able to fly?' Jiang Hai looked at his feet, he jumped three feet high in a jump just now, and he didn't fall for a long time, am I flying up?

By the way, they all went into my mouth, although they looked very extraordinary, and the ghost knew if it was poisonous or not, or he had a physical examination of himself, which really scared him.

As far as the eye could see, the shoulders began, and the body was a white glow, like the mist emitted by the ice under the scorching sun, hazy but spectacular. It's like the brilliance of a night pearl in the night. This?

Stretched out his hand, the same is true of his hand, and he tried to move his fingers, and the texture of his fingers was so powerful, as if he had been reborn, full of strength.

Hurriedly opened his divine sense to investigate his own condition, his body was white everywhere, even the subtleties, and the seven characters were completely integrated into his body.

Even his nose can smell a fragrant fragrance, different from the fragrance of flowers and plants, and different from the smell of spices, which is the fragrance of his flesh, which makes his nose enjoy it.

He remembered a possibility—sanctification of the flesh.