exhaled, and then sucked into his abdomen hard, and repeated this several times, Lao Hou finally relaxed the funny and sluggish expression on his face.

The palm of his hand slapped the sleeve robe calmly, but the trembling feet at the feet exposed the surprise in everyone's hearts.

The three of them slowly walked to the end of the road, and the dry old man who was sitting at the end also brightened his slightly dim eyes for a while, and there was a rare smile on his pale and serious face.

Immediately got up, gave up his place to the girl in the field, and sat alone on the yellow and heavy wooden table with a new cup of tea.

"Miss Ya'er, the old man has already prepared a good tattoo for the young lady's friends. There was indescribable respect in the old man's words.

This kind of strangeness also made Qingwei have to look at it a few more times, and the girl sitting firmly on the stool muttered in her heart, "Ya'er seems to be unusual!"

Dai Mei was frivolous, and Ya'er's delicate face was also free of coldness, and she said softly: "Brother Qingwei and Shanzi go in quickly, Ya'er will help you pay." His gaze was mellow, and it was not until he stepped into the illusory door behind the table that he withdrew his watery gaze.

A cold wind blew at the root of her ears, and a trace of doubt appeared on the girl's fair face, and she turned her head randomly and said, "Is it true that the fewer people use this pattern, the better the effect?" The faint voice made the old man also stunned.

He didn't expect it to happen suddenly, but fortunately, he reacted in time, nodding his head and saying in his mouth: "Yes, yes." ”

Flipping through an unknown book on the wooden table, Ya'er occasionally took a sip of new tea, and her face was also a little enjoyable.

The atmosphere was dull for a long time, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that the woman was not allowing others to enter again, but there were always bold people, and the two of them thought that they could go in if they bypassed Ya'er, and they had just handed over their merits and were about to step into the threshold.

Putting down the book in his hand that had been in his hand for a long time, Ya'er's eyes swept to the three people, and a rare ruthlessness appeared in his eyes: "If you go in, I will beat him and drag him out!" There was a bit of hideousness in the uneventful words, and the three of them also stiffened slightly, their eyes were full of jealousy, and they couldn't care about anything, so they left one by one.

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Inside the hidden door, there seems to be an unclean story quietly staged, stepping into the door, the feeling of drowsiness suddenly hit the heart, in a daze, Shanzi's strong posture fell to the ground, and then the green eaves of the long figure also quietly lay on the ground.

The scene inside the door also changed suddenly, and the original foggy appearance also faded in an instant, and the silk lines appeared like stars.

And there is a dot under the green eaves and the mountain, and the stars on it are still the same, this is the tattooed eye, if there are boring people and then carefully count the lines, there are more than 200 ways.

Tattoo eyes can be described as a tattoo master will have the product of his painstaking work, generally only a little tattoo skills can be the finishing touch, point out the texture of the tattoo eye, the difference between the tattooed eye and the tattooed eye without the tattoo can be described as a sky, an underground.

When Shanzi fell, he felt weak, and the feeling of sourness was also faintly accompanied, although his body could not move, but his consciousness could still move, and it was the first time that he looked at his body so intuitively, which can also be said to be a strange experience.

The slightest thought wandered in the blood, and with the flow of blood through the blood vessels, over the liver and spleen, looking around like this, it was still fruitless.

Shanzi also sighed gloomily in his heart, it seems that he is greedy, how can the life weapon be so easy to obtain.

But at this moment, when the mind swam through the sea of knowledge, it was a violent shock.

Qi Hai Nayuan, know the sea and hide thoughts.

Shanzi's sea of knowledge is not broken and strange, but the original crystal power of mind is in the sea of knowledge like glue in the blink of an eye, and the slightest blood is connected to the almost viscous mind, but it exudes a kind of heart-ruffling holiness.

This is only shocking, and the more appalling is yet to come.

The telekinesis was rapidly condensed, and in the end, it turned into a ball the size of a fingernail, the surface of the ball was dull, but the red blood was wandering from the bottom of the ball, flowing slowly without saying a word.

The blood flowed down the sea of knowledge and slowly flowed into Shanzi's veins, and suddenly the pain like a knife cut was deep in Shanzi's heart.

The green tendons on his forehead were agitated, his fists were clenched together, and his body had a little bit of mobility at this time.

The pain continued, like a fire cracking, reflected in the skin, gritting his teeth, pouting his bones, enduring the pain, until the last drop of blood flowed in, and the pain of Shanzi disappeared without a trace, only the embarrassment of the bloody man on his body at this time can be proved.

After exhausting the last trace of will, Shanzi also fell directly into a coma and began to change in his sleep.

On the other side, his eyes were slightly closed, and the situation of the green eaves with a peaceful face could not be better.

Qingguan had a dream, and the picture in the dream was still.

The cage that covered the sky fell from the sky and landed on a thousand-foot giant beast, and the face of the giant beast could not tell whether it was sad or relieved, and a pair of narrow eyes stared fiercely at the starry sky of all races, somewhere well-known.

"Only..." The giant beast's mouth made a sound, but the soft voice made the green eaves stunned for a moment, and it took a moment before he exhaled vigorously, and his white palm slapped lightly and heavily on his head.

The low, slightly sad old roar echoed in my ears for a long time...

Qing Qingbu understood why his chest was so blocked, as if the cage beast was himself, and that kind of sorrow permeated his heart.

The pitch-black pupils, staring closely at the figure of the giant beast, seemed to imprint it in their eyes, and slowly closed their eyes for a long time, and when they opened their eyes again, their eyes were gentle, but there was a touch of jerky gray.

In the gray pupils, the figure of the giant beast was also the same as just now, standing quietly under the sky, the wind and rain had not worn off its edge.

The gray and white eyes also returned to the dark appearance between the steps of the green eaves, and the footsteps were up, and a vague back was also fleeting not far away, and then the next step was also violently separated from the dream.

"Buzz"

A subtle sound came from the hook pendant in Qingea's ears, and the faint lines appeared in the light, and then there was a small line, which quietly split from the original pattern, but no one knew about this situation.

Traces of blood adhered to the dull stick, and the blood stains also formed a second obscure line on the stick.

A fluorescent fluorescence was wrapped around the two of them, and a trance fluorescence sent the two of them to the sidelines.

Qingwei and Shanzi also looked at each other, their faces were pale, and a sickly red appeared on their faces at the same time.

"Brother Qingxiao, how did Shanzi do this. Ya'er raised her eyebrows, and her bone-soft cold voice was mixed with a little pity.

And in that broken dream, the figure of Qingya a second before he left stood there forever.

A woman suddenly appeared next to the figure of Qingea, and the woman's eyes were also slightly shining looking at the thin shadow of the young man beside her, which seemed to gradually overlap with a certain back in her memory, this change was heartwarming.

However, no matter how bright the eyes were, they were also stained with frost, and the shadows of the two people passed by in the dream, and the slightly ethereal voices also contained a little more frustration about parting.

The woman sang in a low voice, and her voice also added a bit of desolation.

"The long street is long, the fireworks are numerous, you pick up the lights and look back, the sky and the snow are safe..."