Ling Feng experienced the battle of the cultivation ground, and it was better to say that it was a battle than acting, but there was a little mistake in the arrangement of the script in this scene, which caused the ending to change. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info It's as if the law of cause and effect has changed.

Now Ling Feng was lying quietly on the bed in the college's health room, all as white as in a hospital room, and the sunlight shone through the white curtains on Ling Feng's immature face. Shi Yin also lay quietly on the side of the bed and didn't feel that he was asleep, and he slept very soundly.

Ling Feng had been in a coma for a day, and he didn't know when he would wake up, and Shi Yin had been here with Ling Feng for a day and a night.

"Hey, scumbag master, still sleep! if you sleep again, you will really sleep, you will never wake up again, get up, get up!" the little devil urged.

Ling Feng in the spiritual realm was also sleeping, lying on the ground covered with green grass, the sky was clear, and the wind was gusting, blowing the grass on the ground and swaying back and forth.

"Where is this?" Ling Feng opened his eyes and said to the little demon, "Is it heaven? Wasn't I killed by Nangong Le?"

The little devil furrowed his eyebrows and flapped his demon wings and flew towards Ling Feng.

"Where, scumbag master, why are you so forgetful, do you still recognize me? This is the spirit realm, why did you run in again?" the little devil blinked at those demonic eyes. "I don't know, who are you! How do you still have wings, what a strange world, who am I!" Ling Feng rubbed his temples with his fingers as if he had lost his memory, putting on an expression of "I am amnesiac".

"Don't you know, master, do you really have amnesia, do you remember this?" The little devil's little finger pointed to the hammer in his other hand, which was also strange, the hammer was several times larger than the little devil's body, how could those hands like children have so much force to take out such a big hammer. "You won't forget this master, right?" a wicked smile appeared at the corner of the little devil's mouth, "Isn't it?"

Ling Feng swallowed dryly, swung his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and said in an extremely helpless tone: "It's really not enough to fill your spiritual weapons, you can know my mind, but why can't I know your mind, it's too unfair, it's like the conduction of neurons, it's just one-way." And not in both directions, what is the truth. I wanted to tease you. "Ling Feng is a very appropriate metaphor for the little devil, no, it should be the ability of all spirit weapons.

"It's really unpleasant that my mind is being snooped on by others. Ling Feng had the feeling that he was wearing clothes, but he was still seen naked by others, not to mention that he was still a "demon".

"What's upset, I don't want to see your mind, and the little angel can know your mind. Who wants to know about your little bit of heartbrokenness. So please don't make the mistake of sometimes making mistakes, don't think that you are on the golden beach, the blue sea, and there is a group of tall, bumpy beauties in sexy bikinis waiting for you to apply sunscreen. The little devil flew to the whirlpool in the middle of Ling Feng's hair, sat on it, and said in a broken mouth, "Master, you must know that your world is not a world like the harem, the kind of world where beauties revolve around you can never happen to you in the real world, unless of course you are a rich second generation, driving the world's top and limited edition Bugatti Veyron, drinking 83-year-old red wine, wearing a tie, a suit and leather shoes, and a dog-like person." Even if you're a pig, those beautiful women still stick to you, oh no, no, you're wearing big pants, slippers under your feet, and you're full of beard, and people still come to give you a kiss because of your luxury car. Of course it's impossible, and there's no Bugatti Veyron in the world, right? The world is very realistic, just like you were in the original world, people everywhere are very realistic, if your composition is also bad like your other subjects, do you think your homeroom teacher will still pay attention to you like that, drag you to the office every day to discipline you, teach you, don't be stupid. The little devil said in a rambling voice, hoping that Ling Feng would be able to ask for that kind of neurotic middle two paranoia.

"In his position, he seeks his government. You always think about the impossible, can't you be realistic, master?" the little devil wielded the sledgehammer in his hand as if he were wielding a wooden club.

"Hey, little devil, I said that you are not a little far away, are you re-establishing my outlook on life, values, and morals?And how do you even know about the things of that world, if I remember correctly, you and the little angel and I only appeared when I met Hilton with Shi Yin, how do you know so much?" Ling Feng felt that this little thing was simply a devil, but what was the difference between a demon and a devil, it was just a word difference.

"Don't ask me, I don't know, the scum owner doesn't know the question, how do I know as a spirit weapon. The little devil simply lay on Ling Feng's head, crossed Erlang's legs, and said truthfully.

As soon as he said this, Ling Feng was so happy in his heart that he died, "There are still things you don't know!"

"I'm not ********, you can do anything!" the little devil flew down from Ling Feng's head.

"By the way, what about the little angel, why didn't you see her?" Ling Feng suddenly remembered that the little angel hadn't appeared, and said with a worried face.

"She's sleeping, sleeping all day. The little devil looked displeased. "Why are you sleeping again?" Ling Feng asked puzzled. "You ask me how I know, I'm not a little angel. Said in an arrogant tone.

"Master, what do you call me?" said the little angel as he appeared, rubbing his eyes.

"It's nothing, what is your ability, the little devil uses his ability to copy other people's spiritual weapons, then your ability must be better than his!" Ling Feng raised his eyebrows and said happily, as if he was looking forward to it.

"It's nothing, master, you'd better not know my abilities now, you must be in the most desperate state when you use my abilities, so it's better not to use me. The little angel said in a solemn tone, not looking like he was joking at all.

"Yes, by the way, do you know the world?" Ling Feng first threw the answer he was eager to know at the little devil, but the little devil didn't even have a straight eye, to no avail. Turning to look at the little angel, the little angel shook his head and replied to Ling Feng, obviously not knowing.

"You're really enough, you've been here for so long, since you don't even know about this world, people are the first to understand it, it's good for you, except for the girl or the sister all day long, you have no end. "Little devil, you're enough. Don't complain endlessly, it's annoying. If you don't know, you don't know, don't act like you don't know anything all day long, Lao Tzu is not rare, you tell me. I learn about the world myself. ”

"Really? goodbye then. ”

The little devil disappeared with a swoop, leaving only Ling Feng and the little angel looking at each other stupidly. The little angel blinked his eyes full of aura, and asked weakly, "Why is the master angry?" Ling Feng hated others pretending to know him very well, "That guy seems to know me very well, but in fact, he doesn't understand anything. "Oh, got it. But the master forgot that we are your spiritual weapons. How can I not even understand my own Creator? Ah......h "Alright, master, I'm going to sleep too, bye-bye. The little angel said goodbye to Ling Feng very politely.

"Goodbye. Ling Feng also waved his hand.

The cherub was also gone in the blink of an eye.

In the spiritual realm, there is nothing, and there is a vast white patch, like a heavy snow covering the earth, covering everything in the world under the whiteness of snow.

"Now that I have a spiritual weapon, it's a pity that I'm still a scumbag. Ling Feng fell asleep and got up again, this is like when you exploded a particularly awesome equipment in the game, an artifact that can destroy the world, but unfortunately, looking at the required level on this equipment, people were instantly dumbfounded, indicating that they were speechless in their hearts. You didn't reach the level required for the equipment. No matter how great the equipment is, you can't bring it with you.

So the next thing you have to do is to desperately farm dungeons, earn experience, slash monsters, kill monsters, and reach the level required for that anti-heaven equipment. Ling Feng clearly understood that he was now at a poor level, and the cheating artifact was ready. Ling Feng is now like playing a game, he also needs to level up, he needs combat skills to improve himself to adapt to the little devil artifact, and the master also needs to have the anti-heaven artifact that matches the little devil. Otherwise, it's not good to be disliked all the time.

"By the way, I'm short of combat experience right now. Fighting skills, I want to become stronger, I want to brush up on dungeons to fight monsters, level up, and become a brave man who is a man and a hero. Yes, it is the brave. Ling Feng secretly swore in his heart.

"By the way, I have to wake up quickly, how to wake up, and by the way, I will experience the pain of seppuku at that time. The pain can be very refreshing. Ling Feng imagined Nangong Le's appearance in his mind, with silver hair, double ponytails, a red witch robe, and a string of bells hanging around his waist with the same color as Nangong Le's hair.

Ling Feng implanted Nangong Le's image in his head.

A Nangong Le appeared in the spiritual realm.

This is the spiritual realm, a fantasy world, surrounded by the fantasies in the minds of the owners of the spiritual weapons.

"Okay, boy, let's use your huge brain hole again, and the next thing is to restore the scene of the battle at that time. No, no, it's not good, it's still Shiyin, Shiyin is the heroine. ”

Shi Yin, with long straight black hair, was as tall as Ling Feng, and his spiritual weapon was a ghost. "Niance, perfect copy. ”

Plot rollback.

Nangong Le, who fell to the ground, immediately disappeared without a trace, and by the time Ling Feng found out, it was already too late, Nangong Le's flying sword stabbed, and Ling Feng grabbed Shi Yin's hand and hid behind him.

The sword stabbed Ling Feng's lower abdomen impartially, and in an instant, red blood gushed out. Ling Feng fell headlong and ...... The cone-like pain was transmitted from his stomach to his head, and Ling Feng fainted from the pain.

"Nima's, I don't want to experience this damn pain again. ”

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