Qing Huan took out the treasure that her grandfather gave her, and wanted to study it to see if she could find something, but in fact, she didn't have much hope, after all, this Jiuli pot had passed too many people's hands, and those predecessors had not been able to understand the mystery of it all their lives.

After studying for a long time, I didn't come up with a reason, "This ancient thing is really strange, isn't it just for people to build, and you have to make so many twists and turns, such a broken copper and iron, in modern times, no one wants it" Qing Huan complained, and didn't forget to roll his eyes.

"Do you want to drop blood to recognize the Lord?" Qing Huan said this, he was also stunned, dripping blood to recognize the Lord, dripping blood to recognize the Lord, could it be a drop of blood to recognize the Lord? Qing Huan looked at the Jiuli pot suspiciously, thinking to himself, otherwise, just look at the dead horse as a live horse doctor.

Qing Huan gave the Jiuli pot a slap in the eye, and said, "Just a drop of blood," is there too much, my blood is precious.

took a dagger and cut a hole in the palm of his hand, blood gushed out instantly, dripping to the top of the Jiuli pot, after dropping a drop, he bandaged his hand, and then observed the changes in the Jiuli pot, time passed minute by minute, but nothing unexpected happened, Qing Huan couldn't help but be a little frustrated, he was stabbed in vain, how could this be?

After a while, Qing Huan felt dizzy, and fell asleep after a while.

"Wake up, wake up" A crisp boy sounded in her ears, she opened her eyes in a daze, rubbed it, looked around, and didn't see anyone, there was something strange in her heart, maybe it was an illusion.

He looked outside again, and saw that it was already dark, and he got up and wanted to go out.

However, at this moment, another crisp voice came: "You woman, you look okay, but this IQ is really bad, what about you, you dare to look at others, eh?"

Qing Huan felt that the voice was close in front of her, but she couldn't see anyone, and she felt a little strange in her heart, it wouldn't be a monster, she wouldn't be so lucky, she just met a demon, who is it.

What if you meet it, since it can appear here quietly, it is easy to take her life, since the other party did not make a direct move, then I will wait and see what happens. Sun Tzu's Art of War has a cloud: If the enemy does not move, I will not move, and if the enemy moves, I will move first.

After Qing Huan calmed down, he raised his voice and asked: "Who are you, where are you, are you a human or a ghost, don't pretend to be a ghost, have the courage to stand up for me, don't be a turtle with a shrunken head." ”

I just heard a crisp laugh coming, "Haha, haha, yes, that laughter looks like a five or six-year-old child."

"Of course I'm right in front of you, haha, I'm so stupid, I'm the elf in the Jiuli pot, you say I'm a human or a ghost, little girl. The elf said cheerfully,

She never knew that a pot could give birth to an elf, what kind of structure is this, Qing Huan said complainingly.

"Then why don't you come out quickly?" Qing Huan said coldly, and the things in a pot dared to tease her, to see how she cleaned up the little rabbit cub.

I saw a golden light erupting from the spout of the Jiuli pot, illuminating the entire room, and Qing Huan subconsciously blindfolded his eyes to prevent being stabbed by the strong light. When the golden light slowly dissipated, she opened her eyes and looked at a five or six-year-old child standing in front of her, her big eyes flickering, bright and beautiful, small, her skin was very fair, Qing Huan was speechless for a while, how could this be an elf, it was clearly a child, but if it wasn't an elf, how could you explain his sudden appearance?

Seeing the doubts and incomprehension in her eyes, she patiently spoke: "I have been sleeping in this Jiuli pot for tens of thousands of years, and the death of the previous master has also fallen into a deep sleep. Then he said, "Since you have signed a contract with Jiuli Hu, then you are my master, but you are really not qualified to be my master, although you have talent, but you haven't started to cultivate, it's really stupid." ”

Qing Huan was speechless by his series of words.

"Little broken boy, since I am already your master, I should speak politely", Qing Huan said dissatisfiedly. But seeing that the little kid was arrogant, he didn't want to pay attention to her, Qing Huan saw this, since he didn't eat the soft one, then he had to come hard.