Chapter 239: I've always been in love, but my fate is shallow
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When Jiang Pingchuan meditated hard and walked out of this space, he suddenly stretched out his hand and there was a soreness, Jiang Pingchuan's expression tightened, and his body shook suddenly, and he suddenly saw Xia Qingtian with a nervous look in front of him, and saw that Jiang Pingchuan finally woke up, Xia Qingtian breathed a sigh of relief. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
Jiang Pingchuan looked around at the scene, the overwhelming Zerg suddenly stood still, shook his body towards him, and then turned around and disappeared quickly, and the desert covered by ten thousand insects suddenly revealed his original appearance.
Xia Qingtian looked at the scene in front of him in shock, Jiang Pingchuan smiled and put the meteorite eyeball in his hand in his arms, Xia Qingtian noticed the eyeball in Jiang Pingchuan's hand.
"This is the eye of the meteorite beetle"
Xia Qingtian looked at Jiang Pingchuan and said, Jiang Pingchuan nodded, he didn't plan to hide Xia Qingtian in front of him.
"I made an agreement with the insect king Kunao, and this is his mortgage on my property"
As soon as Jiang Pingchuan's voice fell, Xia Qingtian looked at Jiang Pingchuan with some puzzlement.
"You put something so important in your sleeve, why not put it in your own storage"
After Xia Qingtian finished speaking, he beckoned, and the delicate piano appeared in front of him, and suddenly Xia Qingtian waved his hand again, and the piano in front of him disappeared again, Jiang Pingchuan looked at Xia Qingtian in shock, only to see Xia Qingtian smile playfully.
"How did you do it?"
Jiang Pingchuan looked at Xia Qingtian's technique just now and determined that this was not using something to store, but because of Xia Qingtian's breath, the thing in front of him disappeared.
"It's weird that you can hide that gun and not hide anything else"
Xia Qingtian was not in a hurry to answer Jiang Pingchuan's question.
"The Shura gun has a breath resonance with me, and there is no way to hide the rest"
Jiang Pingchuan also did not hide Xia Qingtian, after all, it was very important for Jiang Pingchuan to be able to hide things when he looked at Xia Qingtian, if he could hide anything, it would save a lot of trouble.
"This is a kind of exercise, but it depends on understanding, I will give you the mantra, whether you can understand the knife or not depends on yourself"
After Xia Qingtian finished speaking, he didn't grind, he sat directly on the ground and spread out his palms, Jiang Pingchuan hesitated, sat in front of Xia Qingtian, closed his eyes, stretched out his hands and put them on Xia Qingtian's hands.
When Jiang Pingchuan put his hand on Xia Qingtian's hand, Xia Qingtian opened his eyes, looked at Jiang Pingchuan's serious appearance, slightly hooked his lips, and then closed his eyes.
Jiang Pingchuan could feel the breath of the exercises contained in it through the breath transmitted by Xia Qingtian, and when Jiang Pingchuan condensed this breath in his mind, he saw the mantra of the exercises, and immediately Jiang Pingchuan sank into a meditative state and entered a space.
Jiang Pingchuan looked at the neatly arranged exercise mantra floating in mid-air in front of him and began to study it seriously, this exercise can be linked with his own things through the breath of the cultivator.
Then open up their own storage room in the space of the different level, but the size of the storage room will increase with the growth of the strength of the cultivator, and after the death of the cultivator, his own storage space will also appear from the other level.
Seeing Jiang Pingchuan enter a meditative state, Xia Qingtian slowly withdrew his hand and sat upright looking at Jiang Pingchuan, just when Xia Qingtian noticed that Jiang Pingchuan's head began to have a faint aura condensing, suddenly there was a sound of walking not far away.
Xia Qingtian's expression was tight, and he hurriedly stood up and looked around, at this time, Jiang Pingchuan had already entered a meditative state, so he naturally couldn't sense what was happening in the outside world, and Xia Qingtian was only an auxiliary cultivator, and he had no combat power, and it was impossible for Jiang Pingchuan to protect the Dharma.
Xia Qingtian looked at Jiang Pingchuan with an anxious face and wanted to wake up Jiang Pingchuan, but he saw that the whirlpool above Jiang Pingchuan's head was getting faster and faster, Xia Qingtian sighed and didn't dare to wake up Jiang Pingchuan rashly, otherwise Jiang Pingchuan would easily go crazy at this time, and their situation would become more difficult at that time.
"Sunny day, sunny day"
Suddenly, the source of the sound of walking came out with a shout, Xia Qingtian looked stunned for a moment, and then a look of joy appeared on his face, and he hurriedly raised his hand and waved, and the shout disappeared, just a sound of fast-moving footsteps came.
Not long after, Mo Lang appeared in front of Xia Qingtian, looking at Xia Qingtian with a nervous face, when he saw that Xia Qingtian's body was stained with blood, Mo Lang was stunned, and hurriedly stretched out his hand towards Xia Qingtian's right arm, wanting to check Xia Qingtian's injury.
It's just that Xia Qingtian turned sideways slightly and took a step back to avoid Mo Lang's hand, Mo Lang looked at Xia Qingtian embarrassedly and smiled, but he was more annoyed, annoyed that Xia Qingtian was unwilling to accept himself until now.
When Xia Qingtian retreated, Mo Lang noticed Jiang Pingchuan who was sitting behind Xia Qingtian, and after noticing the breath above Jiang Pingchuan's head, Mo Lang's face suddenly became very gloomy, and Xia Qingtian noticed that Mo Lang's expression also began to become nervous.
"You passed on to him the recipe for everything? How can you do that?"
Mo Lang pushed away Xia Qingtian, who was standing in front of him, and looked at Jiang Pingchuan in a meditative state with a gloomy face, and now the whirlpool above Jiang Pingchuan's head has been formed, which shows that Jiang Pingchuan is comprehending all things.
Mo Lang looked at Jiang Pingchuan with a cold face, suddenly raised his hand and slapped it towards Jiang Pingchuan's Tianling Gai, and suddenly Xia Qingtian grabbed Mo Lang's hand from behind Mo Lang, and Mo Lang looked back and saw Xia Qingtian smiling slightly with a hint of pleading eyes.
"You're finally holding my hand, but why do I think this way of holding hands is so cold?"
Mo Lang withdrew the hand he had blasted at Jiang Pingchuan, Xia Qingtian let go of his hand when he saw that Mo Lang was no longer shooting at Jiang Pingchuan, Mo Lang glanced at the hand that Xia Qingtian was hiding behind him and smiled bitterly.
"He saved me, and the secret of all things is my gift back to him"
Xia Qingtian looked at Mo Lang and said softly, Mo Lang smiled and glanced at Jiang Pingchuan and shook his head.
"He only saved you once"
Mo Lang's voice was very bitter, as the most outstanding disciple of Qingyun Pavilion back then, Mo Lang resolutely gave up the great cultivation resources of Qingyun Pavilion and went to Xia's house to be Xia Qingtian's personal guard because he was married to Xia Qingtian again.
It's just that he never thought that his fiancée didn't have the slightest affection for him, he wanted to win Xia Qingtian's heart through his own efforts, but unfortunately in the end, Xia Qingtian never showed a trace of love for himself.
And how many times did he die for Xia Qingtian's birth, the stranger in front of him only saved Xia Qingtian once and was given the Xia family's secret magic recipe by Xia Qingtian, how much Mo Lang wanted to ask God out loud Why Xia Qingtian was so unfair.
But he couldn't open his mouth, it was a luxury to be able to be Xia Qingtian's personal guard, he did the current personal guard but couldn't be Xia Qingtian's intimate guard, Mo Lang wanted to be content, but he was unwilling. (To be continued.) )