This mirror is a ghost's love token, besides, the kind of single goods in his previous life that he has been single for 10,000 years, he will have this kind of consciousness, and if he prepares a gift for his future girlfriend, he will not be single until now......

Anyway, this mirror is not very serious, Luo Fan picked it up and took a photo, and a question mark appeared.

"Nima, does labor look like a question mark?" The corners of Luo Fan's mouth twitched, and he scanned the mirror with his God-given eye.

And Mo Long didn't look in this mirror, he came over, looked at it, and almost didn't go wild.

"Big brother, I'm actually a cow!"

Mo Long was like constipation, and his face was even more ugly than Luo Fan.

Anyway, the eldest brother is still hungry for the question mark, he didn't become a beast, he is good, he has become a cow directly!

"Am I glad I didn't show me a pig?" Mo Long complained.

Luo Fan almost died of laughter, and he was a little skeptical that Mo Long was not a cow spirit.

At the same time, the message of this mirror appeared in my mind.

The Origin Mirror can see the body of the first life, that is, the body of the origin.

Luo Fan was a little surprised, he thought it was similar to a demon mirror or something, but he didn't expect it to be so tall, it was actually an origin mirror.

"This is your first life, and your Origin Body." Luo Fan looked at Mo Long with a strange face.

He really didn't expect that the origin of this guy is really a cow, and this mirror will not deceive him!

Mo Long looked suspicious of life, he had such a powerful identity in this life, and he was actually a cow in his first life? Could it be that he opened it the wrong way?

Mo Long took the Origin Mirror and wiped it vigorously with the sleeve of his robe.

Luo Fan rolled his eyes, speechless at the object. Look at the appearance of this comic comparison, where is there a little bit of a master of the Tao and the appearance of a cultivation boss.

Are you stupid enough to wipe such a tall mirror with your sleeve? This thing is absolutely authentic and non-staining!

It can be said that the dust does not dare to touch him, and when he touches it, it will be wiped out, and there is not even a bit of ash left.

Casually Molong was unwilling to toss, and Luo Fan continued to watch.

It's really varied, all of them are things left over from his previous life. Even the ground product exercises have a big bookshelf, not a lot at all.

Not only that, but there are even two copies of the Heavenly Exercises.

"Big brother, you said before that because of the distance between immortals and mortals, none of the god-level exercises can be borne by the yang world, so you can't bring them down......"

Seeing that Luo Fan frowned, as if he was not satisfied with these exercises, Mo Long hurriedly explained.

Luo Fan was stunned, the immortals were separated, and he couldn't even bring the exercises down?

"What if it's word of mouth?" Luo Fan raised his eyebrows, if he remembered, if he didn't bring it down, it would be okay to teach it with his mouth, right?

Mo Long was full of excitement, instinctively took two steps back, and Luo Fan was confused.

What's the situation, this guy is also the dean, why was he shocked, and he followed the devil.

"Big brother, don't, I almost lost my soul at the beginning, if you hadn't rescued me in time, I would have been without me a long time ago!"

After the arrival of the ink dragon in the future, Luo Fan heard it.

At the beginning, Luo Fan really taught Molong god-level exercises, but he didn't expect that as soon as he opened his mouth and spit out a few words, the thunder roared, which was the kind of thunder that was so exaggerated that even the lowest immortals couldn't bear it, and it almost didn't split on Molong's head.

Fortunately, Luo Fan reacted in time and kicked the thunder away.

Well, that's right, it's kicking.

The corners of Luo Fan's mouth cramped, was he too coquettish at the beginning, this operation made him very suspicious, did the big guys like the Emperor of Heaven want to crush him......

Speaking of kicking the thunder in the sky, Mo Long, a three-hundred-year-old man, actually adored with a face, just like a child who saw an idol.

Luo Fan didn't bother to pay attention to him, anyway, now, he didn't remember any god-level exercises, and he was worried about wool.

I picked a few books casually and prepared to take them out to Qin Hao and a few people.

Because his body is too weak, even if he follows him, no one else can enter, and if he comes in, he will only end up and be bombarded into scum.

"So, this palace was built to store these things?" Luo Fan felt that it was too wasteful, wasn't this a tyrannical thing?

Even if you have some reports here, you won't build a palace like a fairy palace to be used as a warehouse, how rich and capricious do you have to be able to do it?

Although Luo Fan did not doubt how rich he was in his previous life, after all, judging from the fact that in this life, those guys who knew his details cried when they met and called their mother's behavior of sending babies, they should have been even crazier at the beginning.

However, he still feels shameful for this kind of wasteful behavior.

You must know that this palace, even if it is a jade floor tile on the ground, can provide ordinary Jindan stage cultivators with a day of cultivation.

If it is changed to the Qi refining period, it will be able to cultivate for more than a month.

But here, it's just the tiles used to pave the floor......

"No!" Mo Long's face was strange, and he shook his head with a smile: "Big brother, this palace was not built by us at the beginning, but came with you!" ”

Luo Fan was confused, what the hell?

Can this thing still fly? He should have been an immortal-level existence at the beginning, isn't it normal to fly around in the sky, such a huge palace is flying around behind his ass......

You're kidding me!

Luo Fan almost smacked Mo Long's face, feeling that the more this guy talked, the more nonsense he became, and it was a waste of talent not to be a screenwriter to write funny mythological stories.

As soon as Mo Long saw Luo Fan's expression, he knew that he didn't believe it.

He was also full of black lines, and he also had an expression of disbelief, and he couldn't smile bitterly: "Really! ”

"At the beginning, when you took me and settled here, preparing to open a mountain and establish a faction, this palace smashed to the ninth peak, impartially, just located at the peak, and almost didn't hit me!"

When Mo Long mentioned this incident, he still looked sad and aggrieved.

You were paralyzed, and you were almost smashed by a huge palace flying from the sky, in the sky and on the ground, I'm afraid he is the only one.

This experience is enough for him to blow ...... No, it's enough for him to cry for the rest of his life.

Rovan: "? ”

Why are you making up stories?

Luo Fan glanced up at the same tall dome of the palace, although he still wanted to complain wildly, thinking it was too nonsensical, but he already believed it in his heart.

Whoever made this palace is indeed too tall, and when people look at it, they feel that it should not exist in the mortal world, just like the fairy palace.

"By the way, why doesn't this palace have a name?" Luo Fan frowned, don't ordinary palaces have plaques to name them.

Mo Long's face became even stranger, and he got into the rows of shelves, tinkered with it for a while, and dragged out a large bag of things.

Luo Fan looked at it, is this a curtain?

No, this kind of tall fairy palace should have no such thing as curtains, anyway, it is a cloth curtain that doesn't know what it is, wrapped in a big bag of scum.

Open it and take a look, your sister, this is not a broken plaque, because it is too broken, Molong fought for a long time before he could see the handwriting.