"What is this?" During the day, I patted the sitting clouds a few times, and it was indeed very hard, like a stone, and I couldn't help but be surprised.

Tang Huang shook his head, it seemed that he had an article, he was not allowed to speak, his movements were slightly stiff, and he understood that he did it on purpose, and he didn't know, so he kindly persuaded him, "Tang Huang, you and I are here for the first time, we really have to be more careful, and now we are in this situation, and we are also careless." Although the situation is a last resort, you don't need to worry too much" during the day Tianzi said that Tang Huang recklessly stepped on a soul lock stone with him guiltily, seeing that these words had been spoken, but he didn't see Tang Huang have the slightest appearance of untying the knot, Wu Zizi groped up at this time under his feet This strange object that looks like a stone and is not a stone, like a cloud and not a cloud, this thing, at first glance, seems to be formed by the gathering of green mist, and there is no physical feeling throughout the body, so it flutters under the feet, and when you can touch it with your hands, it is pitted, pimple, and not mellow at all, It's not elastic, it's rock-solid, it's a little wet, it's a little wet during the day, and when it's startled, it's beaten, and it's doubtful, and it's rolled up its sleeves and hammered down, revealing that it can't believe itself. The reason is that no matter how this thing is caught and collided under the feet of the day day, there is no sound, this is like Mars hitting the earth, you look at the picture, layers of ocean water are rising, and volcanoes are surging one by one, and the picture is already shocking, not to mention how the sound bursts the eardrum and pierces the brain. However, he was silent, and he disappeared without a trace, as if all this was not worth mentioning. During the day, the sky stood still, since the fall, except for a few words from the three of them, they did not hear any movement, as the saying goes, "listen to thunder in a silent place", the more ignorant it is, the more turbulent the dark tide.

"Little Brother Tang Huang, have you come up with any ways?" Only a milky voice could be heard in the silence around him. Presumably, the black boss has already conveyed some message to the small cup.

Bai Tiantian looked at Tang Huang, a well-born beauty embryo, frowning and pursing his lips, the pair of bright eyes like the sun didn't know what picture he was thinking about, what scene, Bai Tiantian patted him on the shoulder, and was about to ask him not to guess, it was better to listen to the small cup, who expected Tang Huang to turn around unexpectedly, tightly held the hand raised by Bai Tian, and the excitement was overflowing, "Cloud Cage!" ”

"Cloud Dragon?" Bai Tiantian turned his head to the side in a little puzzlement, could it be Li Yunlong? Bright sword? Monk? Monk?!

"Oh, the kid is good," Xiaobei praised in time.

Wait, what are you talking about, the day of the day that has not been able to recover for a long time in the Italian cannon is a mess in the mind.

Xiao Mu pinched the crisp and crisp doll voice and said quite vigorously, "Cloud cage, is a place where black and white are not commonly used to arrest ghosts, and the most superficial layer is the soul lock stone, which is what we see on the surface of the underworld, one soul and one stone, if it is not a ghost who has issued an order to arrest, there is nothing to do, but just now you violated this regulation, and you fell." The small cup coughed twice, probably because the black boss talked too much at once, and he had to recall the memories, and sure enough, from his time there were some strokes floating out slowly and quickly, and these strokes were scattered out, and in the daytime, the palm of the hand and the back of the hand densely formed many words.

"Little ghost, don't talk about it, the cheat sheets are all out" Tang Huang pointed to the small cup, that is, the index finger of the day, and laughed.

The laughter was loud and cheerful, and the milk sound of the small cup only choked a few times under this voice, "I... I... Hmph...", and stopped talking.

Although he felt that this finger was hot and hot, he still looked at the characters on his hand, and he was stupid at this look, he looked familiar with the words on it, but he didn't recognize it, and he suspected that he was illiterate, or he would slap himself.

"You are coming," he handed over a hand.