Whoa, whoa!" The window slammed, and the wind poured in, and the old man's nose twitched, "Ahh Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info", turned over, and fell back to the inside of the bed.

Somehow, Wan Tingjun felt a burst of coldness, a chill came out from the bottom of his heart, how could the people in front of him have cultivated the power of the Divine Yuan, if he got up and slapped him, his life would not be guaranteed.

Wan Tingjun held his breath and didn't dare to make the slightest move.

The room was quiet all of a sudden, the manager curled up, his head was tucked in, revealing half of the red embroidered square pillow, Wan Tingjun frowned, and looked carefully, it was clearly a box.

As a result, he was excited again, and the letter of recommendation from the gods seemed to be within reach, and he rubbed his hands together and sighed softly.

Like a ghost, he pulled half of his black hair from his head, twisted it into a spiral, and gently poked it into the nostrils of the chief pipe......

After being harassed, the elder's face twisted a lot more terrifyingly, his nose kept twitching, and finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, and he sat up straight with a "sneeze!" sound.

"It's over. Wan Tingjun's heart sank suddenly, and he actually forgot to move and escape.

The manager turned his face and looked at Wan Tingjun, his face was bright, "Hehe." The smile, and this laugh was so thrilling, it was deeply shocked into Wan Tingjun's heart, so that when Wan Tingjun recalled it many years later, he still had palpitations.

"Hehe, it's early!" Wan Tingjun slammed the corners of his mouth, and he reluctantly squeezed his face.

But the manager's eyes did not blink, and after the smiling face dissipated, his complexion became joyless and humble, as if he was dumbfounded.

His eyes froze, and for a moment, as if a long time had passed, the manager only yawned, tilted his head, and fell down again. The heart stone fell to the ground, as if it had been reborn, his eyes were much clearer all of a sudden, and he saw the right time, stretched out his hand, put it under the head of the manager, and slowly, pulled out the embroidered satin box.

I opened the box, and the objects inside were clearly visible, just a few letters and papers, and on the surface were the letters of recommendation in black letters on the grass, and the word "god" came into view.

Got it!

"Go north to the Heavenly God Academy, that's the only chance to integrate into this world."

As a result, Wan Tingjun's body was completely involuntarily, his hands trembled violently, and he opened the box again, took out the letter of recommendation, and stuffed it into his pocket in a panic.

I didn't dare to touch the lid of the box again, the wide open box was clearly visible, and the burned half-sheet of the letter suddenly appeared in my eyes, and a clear sentence on it occupied the whole mind.

"Within two months, Your Excellency will bring back the Spirit Slashing Sword, and the position of the cabinet will be vacant."

Wan Tingjun didn't know why, but he didn't dare to think about it, he didn't want to investigate, his body shot at the window like an arrow, and jumped down in a puff of smoke.

I don't know when it began, and the white covered the sky.

The main house faces north, and the east is vaguely golden, and the ground is embedded with a gourd, which is more and more bright.

"Good weather!" Wan Tingjun retracted his gaze, and was thinking to himself, when a white-robed figure slowly covered him behind him, stretched out his hand, and slapped him on the shoulder.

"Hehe, I've seen ......"

"Wow!" his heart sank into the grain again, Wan Tingjun reached out and covered his forehead, and slowly turned his head back.

At such a glance, my heart was relieved, it was a face with an exaggerated expression, only a smile, a deep wrinkled ravine did not feel old, the mustache and the goatee were arranged in a very funny cross, and the cheekbones on the thin face were prominent.

The caster held the back of his head, his eyes narrowed happily, and the old man in front of him always made people can't help but 12Α?br/>

This person is the prince Taifu, poor all his life, but also jealous and hateful, after the national disaster, it was he who led everyone to flee south to here, thus, was elected by everyone as the great elder, but also the great elder's best friend, however, not long after he first arrived here, he became like this in front of him, inexplicably crazy, with a funny smile on his face all day long, others always appear without warning, and disappear inexplicably.

At this moment, the old man in front of him tried his best to put on a serious face, but with the beard that made people squirt, it made people hold their breath even more, "Poof!", Wan Tingjun laughed and hurt his stomach.

"Okay, grandpa, I still have something to do, go play by yourself." "Now, let's get out of here as soon as possible, maybe we should say goodbye, Wan Tingjun took a step forward, smoothed the two mustaches down for him, and smoothed the pleated collar.

"I won't be able to come to see you often in the future, take care of myself....... ”

"Hey, you know, your brother is going to inherit the throne, although it is still a cold war, but he can't marry the princess of the enemy country, and marriage can be regarded as a weight of peace...... Don't embarrass your father anymore, the trivialities of God's kingdom are enough to bother him. ”

"Uh!" What is it, Wan Tingjun's cheeks kept twitching, and the Great Elder was boasting to himself as if no one was around, not understanding what he was talking about at all, Wan Tingjun stopped with both hands and made a forbidding statement, Wen Yan laughed.

"Okay, I see, then that's it, wait for me to triumph like a hero. He snatched his hand on the goatee, turned and walked away, but the voice behind him did not pause in the slightest, and continued to speak to himself.

"Now I don't know how many people are jealous, saying that you Tianyang has **** luck, that Princess Jingshu of Langyun is a first-class beauty, marrying you, the prince of flowers, is like flowers inserted in cow dung."

Han Xuanbin paused, and a strange memory came to his heart.

In July, the fire flowed, the frost city fell, the prince Tianyang married the princess Jingshu of the northern country, the whole country celebrated, a single branch with emerald, if the spring came, the emperor of Tianquan was even more personally under the throne, hanging clothes for the son, but what ......

On the night of the cave room, Tianyang ran away hatefully......

As a result, he became the only prince in the world who was deposed by his father.

And this person is actually himself, the predecessor of this body possessed by Wan Tingjun!

Faced with the old king's complex and changing eyes, the former body always had to be leaned against the back of the great elder, and the gesture of the emperor waving his hand was repeated again and again in the eyes of the child, because he always took the trouble to let himself see him.

Then there was no other movement except waving his hand, and so on many times, the former body of his childhood made a grimace first, and before the old king could wave his hand, he took off his crown and ran away, leaving two old men, in the main hall, looking at each other.

Now I understand the movement of waving my hand, which is a feeling of suffocation in people's hearts.

I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to die......

Wan Tingjun suddenly felt a strange emotion in his heart, although these were not experienced by himself, but they were like his own experience, which was very contradictory.

Wan Tingjun turned around, and the thoughts that were aroused were surging like a tide, however, behind him, there were only fallen leaves whirling in the wind, in addition, there was complete silence, and the elders were like phantoms in memory, where there was still a half-minute shadow, only the dust was slightly raised in the air, and the weak words were that the wind moved with the shadow.

"Isn't it...... Running so fast?" Wan Tingjun was stunned and shook his head wordlessly, "What kind of title can you call......?" Divine Master: No, it should be higher, God King, God Emperor, but it's a pity, my brain is not good, otherwise, I wouldn't have to run to the Heavenly God." In this way, he was talking to himself.

Wan Tingjun stood next to the stone statue of the wood god, looking at the words engraved on the necklace-like thing on his chest, which was one of the most precious things in his predecessor.

"The lord of the barren clouds, the horse without fierce clouds, the wings cover the sky, and the sky is struck to fly."

Wan Tingjun muttered quietly, the color in his eyes was gradually shrouded in a thick cloud, the golden scepter cut through the sea of clouds, and the nameless god rode a silver flying horse in the sky at will.

There are no fierce cloud horses, and the fierce battle of life and death cannot be stained with half of the dust.

The pendant is called "Wulie Cloud Horse".

Wan Tingjun retracted his gaze, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and began to leave the village and walk slowly along the stone wall in front of the mountain.

How far is it, it should be almost there!" muttered to himself, Wan Tingjun wiped his mouth and continued to move forward.

He was talking about Uncle Tengmu's hut, at the entrance to the northwest foot of the mountain, and a little further ahead, he would see a fairly flat road that led directly to Lorente, a heavily armed town that defended the Thunderstorm Alliance.

Tengmu stayed in the middle of the road, and whenever there was a slight disturbance, he would release a bald bird called "Eagle" and fly to the village to inform everyone if it was still safe.

Think about how long it has been since I saw my uncle? In March, half a year? Thinking of the past, Wan Tingjun often pestered Tengmu all over the mountains and wilderness, Uncle is a good hunter, there is a hand of 100 steps through the Yang's archery, when he was attacked by a hungry wolf in the forest, it was his arrow that pierced the wolf's head, speaking of which, the uncle is still his own savior, and only in his place, can he enjoy the game that sprays fresh juice.

Thinking like this, my feet sped up a lot, and before long, my eyes were filled with a clump of lush bushes.

"Hehe, it's almost there. Beads of sweat were left on his forehead, and they were burning and painful, but the expression on his face was more relaxed, and his mind kept thinking about the road down the mountain, and through the forest in front of him, he should be able to see the road to Lorente.

It's just that how do I explain it to my uncle? I stole a letter of recommendation and want to go north to the gods? Obviously, no...... Hey, forget it, don't say anything, I'm just here to eat......

In such a trance, the steps have been stepping into the forest for a long time.

The tall green cedar stabbed into the sky, and I couldn't see the crown of the branches at the top of the tree, where it was completely a piece of jade cyan, and there was a thin light through the gaps in the branches and leaves, so that the surrounding scenery was more hazy and foggy, inhaling deeply, the dim grass and flowers, fragrant and fragrant, making people's hearts feel a sense of relief.

Lin Youyu seemed to pulsate, the branches and leaves in his ears were chattering, and the salsa sounded, and there was a gloomy atmosphere of vitality.

"Chirp, chirp!" A burst of birdsong penetrated my heart, and the huge bird with black feathers and white tops in front of me fluttered to the ground and flapped its wings.

"Well...... Wait a minute. Wan Tingjun's heart shook violently, stared at the bird, and looked at the bird.

The black feathers are like a crow, and the gray and white on the top of the bird is even more obvious, but it is not a white top feather, but really without any hair, and the bald head is ......

"Uh, Hawk?" Wan Tingjun shouted, isn't this the bald bird that Uncle Tengmu raised? Why did he run here, and his feet were tied together by red ropes, and he fluttered on the ground with only his wings.

"What's wrong with you? Uncle Tengmu?" Wan Tingjun estimated that he was in a panic, and actually shouted loudly at the bald bird, but before the words fell, the depths of the forest became inexplicably restless, like a small beast fluttering.

Wan Tingjun curled up, hiding in the overgrown bushes, watching every move in front of him through the cracks in the grass.

"Hey, dead fat man, where is the sound, are you scaring yourself?"

The tall, thin, short and fat two people sprang out, two pairs of eyes searching around, the spear in their hands shaking secretly, looking very careful.

The blade of the spear was hit by the light of the penetrating gap, and it hit Wan Tingjun's face, causing his body to shrink in again, causing the bushes to tremble for a while, and the thin man felt that he stabbed the spear into the bush fiercely.

Suddenly, it missed and inserted it into the armpit.

Suddenly, he missed and deviated to his side.

Again...... The tip of the white-bladed spear gradually enlarged in Wan Tingjun's eyes, and his heart even rose to his throat, and the spear was aimed at his head, piercing straight ahead.

"Chirp, tweet". The eagle fluttered and jumped high, its wings fluttering, and it fanned straight to the fat man's head.

"Ah, haha, I said, it turned out to be the ghost. The tip of the gun stopped at the first two fingers of Wan Tingjun's forehead, the thin man smiled, put away the gun and walked to the fat man, the two of them struggled to catch the eagle, lifted its wings, pinched the waist with one hand, and smirked vigorously.

Wan Tingjun covered his mouth tightly and looked at the two people in front of him, shocked in his heart.

They were one of the rebels of the Tianluo Divine Kingdom, and they didn't want to chase them here after many years.

The two of them were holding the bird at this time, as if they were discussing something.

"Chirp, tweet. Thinking like this, the eagle cried out again, and Wan Tingjun quietly crawled out of the bushes, touched the short stick with thick arms, and held it tightly in his hand, like the two people who were wrestling with themselves.

Look, aiming at the head, simmering twice, one person at a time, the force is just right, and the fat and thin two are knocked unconscious.

Then he removed all the ropes from the eagle's body, and the bald bird was very clever, and at once flew to his shoulder, and raised his neck to follow the black feathers on his body.

Stretching out his hand to tease the bird's beak, Wan Tingjun asked softly.

"How is Uncle Tengmu?"

The eagle looked at him, the bean's big eyes were shining, like hollow gems, and there was a faint flash of divine light in it, it looked far away, and then nodded, and then tilted its head sideways for no reason, I don't know whether to shake or nod.

"Hehe, little thing, I'd better ask them......"

There were a lot of cyan vines in the forest, Wan Tingjun pulled one at random, took away the blades of grass, and dragged it hard, and there were red marks on the ribs on the palms of his hands, which hurt hotly.