I can't remember when it started, but the name Lingji was firmly rooted, growing, and becoming more and more important in Thirteen's mind. Whenever the memory is a little blurry, it will pop out coldly, and it can always be scary.

There are many people with the same name, and coincidences are common, but it's unbelievable that they can come across such an impromptu idea. In silence, the skeleton with the name was given permission to raise its doubts.

"I want to know your name, but I don't want to ask it as a question, how did you get here?"

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Thirteen Lang had already woken up, and he reined in his mind and said generously: "Xiao Thirteen Lang, the mad spirit sent me over." ”

Lingji was stunned and said, "You are the host, how can the mad spirit have the ability to send you over?"

Thirteen Lang looked at him quietly and did not speak.

After a moment, Lingji shook his head and said, "It's not easy to adapt. Well, you ask. ”

Thirteen Lang said, "Do you recognize the spiritual machine?"

Lingji looked at Shisanlang in a daze for a while, and said, "You're not sick, are you?"

Shisanro said calmly: "If this is your next question, I can answer it in advance: no"

"Wait! Hurriedly stopped, Lingji replied: "This name is purely accidental, I don't know other people called Lingji, satisfied?"

"If that's your next question"

"It's not!"

Obviously, the rules are simple and reasonable, but the spirit feels tired, and I want to frown and realize that I only have eyebrow bones, so I said helplessly: "My question is the one just now, you are a host, how can you run inside." ”

"I don't know. Thirteen Lang replied decisively.

"How can I not know" The spirit was a little crazy, and he was so anxious to scratch his head with his hands. "I didn't mean to ask in advance. But you're not bored like that, think about it. What would you do if I couldn't answer anything? ”

"That's the next question. Thirteen Lang said lightly.

“”

"I can answer you once in advance. Thirteen Lang said again.

"Well, then you ask twice in a row. Lingji was angry, emphasizing that he was true to his word, and shouted: "Sue me, what will you do?"

Thirteen Lang said calmly, "I will kill you." ”

The inspiration opened his mouth and stammered. Ban Xiang realized that he couldn't get rid of the identity of the fish under the knife for the time being, and his expression was stupid.

"Sounds simple. ”

"It's going to be easy. ”

Responding casually, Thirteen Lang asked a question: "One, why did you deal with the mad spirit with the Heavenly Dao, and second, I was very unlucky when you appeared, and then I scolded you desperately, and suddenly returned to normal, why?"

Lingji listened carefully, and felt inexplicably angry after listening. said indignantly: "Stained with my breath, bad luck should be, what are you scolding me for?"

Thirteen Lang looked at him quietly and said, "This is the next one"

"It's not!"

The spirit is really angry, because Thirteen, and at the same time for himself. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with him, why he repeated the same mistakes, and he was always so curious.

Why scold? Whatever he wants, let him scold. If you want to kill, let him kill, this is the principle that he should uphold. It is also his own way. I don't know what kind of evil I sent today.,I didn't understand the things I wanted to know at all.,It's all entangled in irrelevant things.。

"It must never happen again, never!"

After repeated warnings in his heart, Lingji spoke: "First, I am not in a group with Heavenly Dao. On the contrary, I have made it my mission to destroy the Heavenly Dao. As for why I deal with the mad spirit, the mad spirit is called immortal, and I take the destruction of the world as my practice, of course I can't tolerate it. At that time, I was too weak, and the Heavenly Dao was in the peak year of rebirth. I can't deal with the Heavenly Dao, and the Heavenly Dao can't help me, but it just so happened that he wanted to subdue the mad spirit, and he was afraid that the mad spirit would fight back and hurt his roots, so he came to me to help. ”

Heaven is the enemy, and the mad spirit is also the enemy, whoever is destroyed is destroyed, and if you don't kill it, you won't kill it.

After a bunch of explanations, that's probably what it means, Thirteen Lang nodded and said, "What about me, what's the matter with the unlucky pause?"

Lingji split his mouth, looked a little crazy empty, and said proudly: "Strictly speaking, this can be regarded as another problem." ”

Thirteen Lang lifted his hand and was ready to move.

"A question repeated twice, it doesn't count, I understand. The spirit quickly shouted.

Jusanro withdrew his fist.

"You're so boring, you can't just joke. ”

Wiping a handful of sweat that did not contain zài, the spirit said: "That's the case." I'm not like you, theoretically the Realm Soul can copy anything, but I can't do anything with it. You use the Realm Soul to extract my Origin Essence from that waste's body and send it directly to the Realm Soul, in other words, I don't exist in that world anymore. Because of this, when I was about to enter, I had a breath leaking, and whoever got it would have to be unlucky. Later, I left, and the breath became a rootless tree, plus I had been fighting with the mad spirit and the Heavenly Dao for so many years, and I had already weakened and not looked like it, and the power of that breath was not enough in case of the year, and it would naturally dissipate after tossing a few times. ”

After a pause, he said: "Having said that, after all, that is my true body dharma intent, and you can survive with such a little cultivation and staining, it is really amazing." ”

These words contained quite a lot of content, and Shisanro silently wrote down all the words and phrases, leaving them to think about slowly.

"It's your turn. ”

"Well, it's my turn. ”

Be inspired to ask what you want to know most.

"How can you have a realm soul on your body? No, no, no, let me put it another way, how did the realm soul come from on your body?"

"A friend sent it. ”

"Who is it? Where is he?"

To the surprise of Thirteen Lang, hearing such a ridiculous reply, the spirit machine was not as unaware as the mad spirit, on the contrary, it seemed to have been expected, and hurriedly asked, "Can I see it?"

Shisanlang looked at him coldly, wondering in his heart whether this thing was pretending or not, there was no reason to be so stupid.

This time was different from the previous times, and the two sides had been talking about each other for a long time, and the wit realized that they had committed another foul, three times at a time.

"Can you answer me this time? I promise, as long as you agree, no matter what you ask next, I will answer truthfully and in detail, and I can also point you to something. ”

Looking forward to the look, the spirit slapped his chest hard, and after a few beats, he realized that it was not loud enough, and slapped his skull instead. The fluffy muffled sound sounded repeatedly, and it moved its gaze to Ding Dong, and said in a bewitching voice: "Including how to save her, what are you doing, ah!"

A punch was smashed out for no reason, and the body of the spirit machine was shattered into pieces, and the skull fell to the ground and roared, but he couldn't say a word.

Even though there is no flesh and blood, it can still be seen that he is in an extremely angry mood at the moment, angry and silently questioning.

"Why?!"

"There's something, we'll talk about it next time. ”

Thirteen Lang replied casually, regardless of whether he could hear it or not

It happened that one morning, the queen ant who was hatching the cocoon had a movement, and it was very large.

There was a hissing sound from inside the cocoon, not like the buzzing of insects, but like the roar of a lion and a tiger, and not only that, but there was a sense of dementorship in the roar, and mortals only felt their hearts beating, but they didn't know why, Thirteen Lang was shocked, and his eyes lit up.

It's not about how much power there is, the key is that the roar comes from the Ancient Age, and after crossing countless time and space, it crashes into the ear drum, bringing the breath of the beginning of heaven and earth. The moment he heard the voice, Thirteen Lang couldn't help but think of the mad spirit, the ring on his head, and even the spirit of the conversation he had just had on the other side, no matter what, it couldn't be compared.

This is simply ridiculous!

A small low-level demon insect, and it is a fake that has been illuminated, how can it be compared to those several breaths, and even have the upper hand?

"Aaron!"

"What a sound!"

Brother Gray woke up, Ding Dong woke up, a man and a donkey had a shocked face, and soon found that there was no sound around him, only the cocoon vibrated and roared.

Finding the source of the sound, Ding Dong first felt disappointed, then surprised, and then worried, showing pity in his eyes.

"It's not a butterfly, it's painful!"

Pain, that's right. Whether it is a lion's roar or a tiger's roar, the roar contains extreme pain, as if the soul is broken, boiling water is poured into the blood vessels and meridians, and it is difficult to describe the feeling of pain to the point of absolute injury. The pain worsened, the cocoon trembled more violently, beating like a drum thundering, and around it, the remnants of flying ants swirled around the beating cocoon, buzzing and drinking, bringing with it the smell of pious prayer.

With each passing moment, the roar became more violent, and the pain contained in it intensified, and what was inside was unknown, but it was unbearable to hear around them.

"Brother. ”

"No way. ”

Knowing that Ding Dong would be disappointed, Thirteen Lang couldn't help but tell the truth, so he had no choice but to spread his hands.

"This kind of thing can't be done indiscriminately, it will make things worse. ”

"What about that. ”

It doesn't have much to do with it, and before today, flying ants were regarded as objects that needed to be guarded against, but not just what's wrong, Ding Dong felt very sad when he heard the roar, just like beating a little playmate and being hurt in front of him, and he couldn't do anything about it.

"It's not that I can't help at all"

Broken cocoon reborn, I don't know what was born, in this case when it comes to helping, the only thing that Thirteen Lang can think of is Hongchen and help it strengthen its will to survive. However, the creature inside the cocoon roared fiercely, but it could be heard that its will was strong, and it was not tortured by pain to the point of wanting to die.

There is no shortage of what can be given to him, and I don't know what is missing.

The Spirit Demon True Qi Thirteen Lang has it, but he has seen it before, the queen ant's attitude when swallowing the two qi is quite strict, and she does not dare to be greedy at all. It feels like a Dan master blending materials, precision is the first, and more will become poisonous. The spirit and demon are like this, not to mention the colorful silk, and they don't dare to use it indiscriminately, and they can't command Thirteen Lang.

In the midst of the hesitation, the sound inside the cocoon became sharper, but its volume decreased, and the amplitude of its bounce decreased significantly, and the flying ants circled wildly, and the buzzing sound was scorching, all signs indicated that the situation was not good.

"Somehow has to come out. ”

(To be continued......)