About a hundred miles from Jingshan, Luo Mei and Mi hung leisurely in the air.

Romey looked nervous.

"Xianggong, did you succeed?"

Mi leisurely calculated silently for a moment, and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

"It worked. ”

Romei stared into the distance, his eyes full of longing, and his voice was a little choked.

"It's been eleven years, I haven't even seen it, I don't know what happened to my baby......"

Hearing that his wife's voice had changed, Mi Youran was afraid that she would be mad, so she hurriedly stepped forward and hugged her gently.

"Rest assured, it's all under control. ”

Romee is concerned about chaos.

"If Wang is the king, he will definitely give up, and he will definitely be trapped by the 10,000-character mantra, so that the mantra can play a role, otherwise, such a treasure will not play a role. ”

"The effect is there, but it won't be too big, and now a yuan baby is added to it, and the mantra building will have great motivation to really play its role, so that our baby can get benefits. ”

"As long as the baby grows up, he will not be afraid. ”

For the sake of their precious son, this famous couple in the cultivation world just joined forces to dig a super pit, forcing a big master in the fit period to plant it in it, the two looked at each other and smiled, and quietly left hand in hand.

Mi Xiaojing returned to the meditation room in the morning, he put down the basket tiredly, and fell asleep directly on the kang, he hadn't slept like this for a long time.

Rob looked at it with a little horror, he had never seen Mi Xiaojing so tired in the past few days, he could only sit on the side and help drive away the flies flying around.

And Mi Xiaojing saw Wang Weijun's Yuan Ying in a dream.

Mi Xiaojing dreamed of an old man, an old man in a green robe, with a sanctimonious appearance, not to mention, Wang Weijun's Yuan Ying manifested, which is the original appearance, which is quite tempting.

Mi Xiaojing is a polite child, a child with derivation, and a compassionate child, so even if he sees Wang Weijun in a dream, he is very polite.

"Hello grandpa. ”

Wang Weijun recognized Mi Xiaojing at a glance, and he really gritted his teeth in his heart, he didn't blame himself for robbing other people's bodies, but he was angry that others had such a rebellious treasure in their bodies, and imprisoned him in it.

However, Wang Weijun didn't have a seizure, he knew very well in his heart that he definitely couldn't have a seizure, once Mi Xiaojing hated him, then it was useless for him to say anything.

Mi Xiaojing is curious about the baby.

"What kind of place is this?

Wang Weijun was extremely angry in his heart, this was his mother's pit mantra! But there was a smile on his face, although it was extremely stiff, and his smile was more ugly than crying.

"This is the Derivation Realm!"

Let's fool around for a moment.

Sure enough, Mi Xiaojing recited the mantra very devoutly.

"Ancestor bless!"

Wang Weijun was furious in his heart, Yanzu, your grandmother is big! You also bless a fart, Yanxiu should be killed! Kill!

"Yes, yes, this is the Yanjie, and I am the ancestor of the Yanjie!"

Mi Xiaojing looked at him carefully and shook his head resolutely.

"No, you're not the ancestor of the Yan Realm, old man, the ancestor of Yan doesn't have as much anger as you. ”

Wang Weijun was shocked, can you see this?

"I, the ancestor, who specializes in killing, of course I will be angry, little guy, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!"

Although Mi Xiaojing is young, but after more than ten years of cultivation of derivative knowledge, he is not so easy to be fooled, and he once again looked at Wang Weijun carefully.

Wang Weijun was hairy all over his body, and he forced a smile and put on a compassionate look, trying to make a good impression on Mi Xiaojing.

"What, don't you believe it?"

Mi Xiaojing shook his head firmly.

"Don't believe it!"

Wang Weijun was extremely mad.

"Why don't you believe it?"

"You don't have a derivative mind, you don't have a derivative nature!"

Wang Weijun is a cultivator, he has no concept of Xiu Yan, although the two Yan Dao families have a long history, but he has never looked down on the Yan family, for him, the Yan family is the unhappiness of his mother-in-law and mother, especially this time he was trapped by the mantra, and he hated it very much.

"Hehe, what do children know about Yanxin! Okay, although I am not Yanzu, I am a Taoist master!"

"What do you mean by Daoye?"

Mi Xiaojing really doesn't understand, in Xiyanmen, what he comes into contact with is everything in the Yan Realm, and no one tells him about the Xiuzhen Realm at all, of course he doesn't understand what a Taoist is.

Wang Weijun was also a little surprised and a little puzzled, this is common sense!

"You don't know about cultivators?"

"What is a cultivator?"

Wang Weijun opened his mouth and stammered, a child with such good qualifications didn't even know about Xiuzhen, his eyes rolled wildly, this was a good opportunity to fool the other party! Once Mi Xiaojing believed in himself, he thought that he had the ability to fool the little guy and let the mantra of the Lord get rid of it, and without the protection of the mantra, it would be easy to take it away.

Mi Xiaojing instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

"You're not right!"

As soon as he finished saying this, Mi Xiaojing woke up.

Wang Weijun watched Mi Xiaojing disappear suddenly, and couldn't help jumping to his feet and shouting.

"The old man's mind is not right! fuck...... How can that be?"

Because it was covered by the truth, even if Wang Weijun roared, not a single sound would be heard.

Mi Xiaojing turned over and sat up, he covered his head.

"What a strange dream! What is a cultivator...... Strange, strange!"

A small hand pushed Mi Xiaojing.

"Brother Xiaomi, what's wrong?"

Rob looked at Mi Xiaojing worriedly.

Mi Xiaojing is free and easy, and when he can't understand it, he will temporarily let go, and he won't be entangled in it, which is quite a bit of a taste of peace with the encounter.

"Little radish head, it's okay, my brother is fine. ”

Rob looked at Mi Xiaojing suspiciously, and finally chose to believe him.

Mi Xiaojing sat in a daze, Rob ran out of the kang, and soon came in with a wooden basin.

"Brother Xiaomi, wash it. ”

The cold well water splashed on his face, Mi Xiaojing slowly came to his senses, touched his chin, he stopped pestering, and said, "Little radish head, let's go to dinner." ”

Although Wang Weijun can't see Mi Xiaojing or the outside world, he can hear the sound of the outside talking, so no matter what Mi Xiaojing says, he knows.

But it was useless, he wanted to talk to Mi Xiaojing, but he couldn't, mainly because he had just been imprisoned by the mantra and hadn't found a suitable way yet, as long as he had time, with Wang Weijun's ability, he could still find a way to talk, but not yet.

This made Wang Weijun extremely depressed.

For the time being, it couldn't affect Mi Xiaojing, which made Wang Weijun anxious, he was worried about the night, as long as Mi Xiaojing slept, he would always be able to meet.