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The sky is bright, the breeze is coming, and the birds are singing.

A dull sound of martial arts training came from the courtyard, like thunder and tiger explosion, one after another, shaking back the silence of last night.

On the plane tree, the nestlings stretched out their furry necks curiously and looked at the 'monsters' in the courtyard under the tree.

Then, as if struck by a heavy object, the sycamore tree shook violently, and the nestlings were so frightened that they shrank in their nests and did not dare to move.

A few sycamore leaves stained with the corrosive saliva of the 'Storm Bird' landed on the shuttle's bare shoulders, but he was unscathed.

The shuttle head was sweating profusely at this time, and his complexion was like a boiled shrimp, red and hot.

I lean back again and again and hit the plane tree.

Iron Mountain!

The three of them, Yin San, and Dusk Xin, were also in the courtyard, either leaping, or familiar with the dexterity of their fingers, slowly practicing.

And Scar has not healed due to his injury, so he can only hold a stool and sit in front of the threshold, like an uncle guarding the door, squinting his eyes, but his mind is trapped in the superstring furnace in his body.

"It's such a big day, and Sikong can't get up?"

The chatter broke the silence of the martial arts practice and looked at the room on the third floor.

"Maybe it's been too long since I've relaxed, so it's good to take a break."

Yin San's body was like Feihong, and he was standing on the wall of the courtyard, but at this time, it was rare to speak, and he actually explained it to Sikong.

The shuttle snorted, put his hands on his chest, and half-crouched, like a cannonball, leaning fiercely against the plane tree.

Then the thick trunk of the plane tree swayed and fell, which made the courtyard a little more autumnal.

"Relax? Cultivation is like sailing against the current, how can you relax! I don't dare to forget my practice day and night! ”

The shuttle wiped the sweat on his face, scooped up the water in the water tank, and drank it.

Scar squinted, looked at the shuttle, smacked his lips and asked, "How is it, did you buy the stove?" ”

Hearing this, the shuttle smiled shyly, touched his head and said: "I bought it, I have a hunch about the three-precision A goods, and I will break through in the near future...... Thank you Brother Dao for the 50,000 yuan! ”

"It's fine."

Scar leaned against the wall, looking into the distance, his eyes were a little ethereal: "When we all reach the second dimension, let's go to that place......"

When everyone heard this, they all lost their minds and subconsciously stopped practicing.

'Knock knock knock ......'

Suddenly, there was a rush and slow sound of going downstairs, breaking everyone's reverie.

"Hey, it's finally up......"

The chatter grinned, looked back, and suddenly, his eyes were about to pop out.

The chatterbox's voice was sharp: "I said brother! You don't have a bit of moderation! The body is the capital of the revolution! ”

Scar and the others looked back suspiciously, their suspicious eyes were still in their eyes, and they were stunned for a moment.

I saw that Sikong was lying on his back, his clothes were disheveled, the cuffs were tied obliquely, and the trousers were one high and one short, which were tied to his shoes.

And Sikong's face was even more sallow, with two fist-sized black circles under his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot, he was dull, and his eyes were full of feces at the corners of his eyes.

Even the bloody plum petals withered, blurry.

It's obscene and decadent, and it's an indulgence!

The corners of Sikong's mouth twitched, he smiled reluctantly, walked to the water tank with difficulty, held the water scoop with both hands, and trembled to make a scoop of water.

'Plop! ’

The empty hand was unstable, and the scoop full of water fell to the ground, like a pearl falling on a jade plate, and the water was sprinkled on the ground.

"So, what, help me make a basin of water and wash my face?"

…………

Looking at the spoon fragments under the dinner table.

And Sikong's right hand seemed to be shaking chicken claws crazy, and the spoon that he was holding was 'smack', and flew out of his hand, Scar shook his head and sighed.

The chatter picked up a spoon with pity, as if he cared about a mentally handicapped child, picked up Sikong's porridge bowl, and blew the hot porridge: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, uncle feeds you ......"

At the end of a farce-like breakfast, Sikong's legs stiffened, like a pendulum in disrepair, clicking.

Caressing the railing of the staircase, Sikong struggled to climb up, as if the sound of a windmill was coming out of his mouth, and he was gasping loudly.

"Oh, yes, that's right, someone will send a courier later, two, twenty catties of porcupine."

An ordinary exhortation fell on Sikong's mouth, like a dumb learner, and he almost swallowed it again several times, choking him to roll his eyes.

Watching Sikong slowly walk up the stairs, the shuttle looked dazed and looked at Scar: "Brother Dao, what is he?" ”

Scar shook his head silently, his gaze resting on the corner of the stairs, thoughtful.

'Plop! ’

Back in the house, Sikong suddenly collapsed on the bed, his eyes hollow, looking straight at the ceiling.

Some obscure and confused minds, but they recalled the thrilling last night in the one-dimensional cone realm.

Although at the last moment, he forcibly tore open a crack that returned to the green micro-string line, and captured the extraordinarily large and bright spiritual body.

Even if that green micro-string is his home field, that group of spirit bodies is even more subjected to a strong dimensional rejection reaction.

But, after all, the spiritual domain value of that group of spirit bodies was at least three times that of his.

Therefore, Sikong was almost blown up under the backlash of that group of spirit bodies!

Moreover, he also swallowed all the twelve pearls, and his mind was in a state of absolute sanity without thoughts and thoughts!

It wasn't until the end that Sikong Zhuangshi cut his wrists, gave up most of the spiritual fragments, and kept the spiritual core, so that he could withdraw from the one-dimensional cone realm in time!

Thinking back to what happened last night, Sikong was puzzled, and couldn't understand why he had met other cultivators.

After all, there are as many microstrings as stars, and the number even exceeds the range of mathematics and is greater than infinity.

Cultivators are distributed on these micro-strings, and the chances of encountering them are very small.

But even if they are in the same microchord line, the cone line extends back and forth, and the distance is also greater than infinity, how can others know that there are other people on this microchord!

And looking at those two spiritual bodies, it seems that they know their dimensional coordinates and their existence!

It's weird, it's weird.

Sikong intuition has secrets that he doesn't know, just like a sharp sword hanging above his head, making him like a fish in his throat, unable to swallow, but he is also afraid!

A tingling pain came from his brain, and his spirit fell into a trance, and Sikong interrupted his high-intensity thinking in time.

After all, he has been mentally traumatized, and it is not appropriate to increase the burden on his brain.

At this time, at many joints, even if he seemed to grasp some tail, he didn't dare to think deeply.

After opening the body scanner and dictating the type of scan, a piece of data emerges.

Mental Domain Value: 2

Degree of Disorder: 1%

Sikong was full of joy and anger, although he had already guessed that his mental state was very bad, but he didn't expect that the spiritual domain value was only 2 points, which was worse than ordinary people!

Fortunately, the Twelve Pearls are worthy of its price, and the demons are almost exorcized, and they only need to wait for time to wash, and the remaining 1% may also disappear.

Sikong smiled bitterly, took the pupils of the second world, closed his eyes, and fell into a realm of sleep.

Today, he also has a spiritual class.