This kind of loss is unbearable for everyone, but the overuse of strength, the fatigue, exhaustion and exhaustion roll in. At this moment, heavy footsteps sounded beside him, and a smiling face with a simple smile appeared in front of the tyrannosaurus.

The thick arm slapped on the shoulder of the tyrannosaurus, and the dragon urn said angrily: "Tyrannosaurus, it's time for us to go down the mountain!" Yes, it's time to go down the mountain, every day, there are only six hours between the beginning of the morning and the setting of the sun, and they can work on the mountain.

The magic of the mine also makes the mountain at night, cold to the bone, in addition to the writer who has really passed the station stage and reached the contract level, he can act at night without hindrance, and the miscellaneous disciples during the station period, as long as they stay on the mountain, they will be frozen into popsicles by the cold air to the bone.

The sunset on the West Mountain, the sunset has its own scene, the breeze blows up the mist, I don't know what time, the fog on the mountain comes up again, the miscellaneous disciples on the mine, began to go down the mountain, still silent, they are tired of a day, than when they go up the mountain in the morning, it is even slower.

Halfway up the mountain, outside the stone house, the purple-robed middle-aged man stood there straight, watching one disciple after another descend the mountain, and when he saw the dragon, the ice on his face seemed to melt some.

"Uncle Liu, I'm going down the mountain!" Touching Long smiled innocently, and handed the wooden cards of the two people to the old man in white in front of him. "That's good!" Uncle Xie swept the wooden sign of the dragon, and the dragon was working hard, especially when it was close to the monthly review.

Today he got rid of a total of five pieces of hardware mines, his realm is similar to that of the tyrannosaurus, but with the help of innate divine power, as long as he works hard, the workload of touching the dragon is no worse than that close to the peak of the Nine Heavens stationed at the station, and it is no problem to successfully complete the task of 100 yuan per month.

But when Uncle Xie's eyes swept over the Tyrannosaurus, the chill on his face couldn't help but be heavy, the Tyrannosaurus rex's mine cave itself has a lot of ores, and only one was removed today, and over time, the monthly review is about to arrive, and the Tyrannosaurus is still seventy pieces short of the task has not been completed......

There are still ten days to go before the annual review, and more than seventy spiritual ores will be removed in ten days, which is impossible with the current progress, it seems that this time the annual review, this thin boy, is destined to leave the Qixi Wenzong.

Seeing Uncle Xie's cold eyes, Touch the Dragon hurriedly explained: "Uncle Liu, the Tyrannosaurus is just in bad health today!" Uncle Liu squinted at the Tyrannosaurus and said lightly: "What does it matter to me whether my body is good or bad, Touch the Dragon, hurry up and go down the mountain, the cold is coming!"

Touching the dragon's face, showing a trace of panic, looking at the white breath rising from the mountain, put down the wooden card, pulled the tyrannosaurus, and went down the mountain together, running all the way, the speed and his huge body, forming a huge contrast.

"Hey, touch the dragon, slow down, isn't this already down the mountain?" The tyrannosaurus gasped, and was held by the strong touch dragon all the way, unlike him, the touch dragon was born with divine power, as if he didn't know how to be tired.

The Touch Dragon ran as fast as a galloping horse, but the Tyrannosaurus that was pulled behind him was so torn that he almost didn't spit it out. Fortunately, the speed of touching the dragon was very fast, and when it was at the foot of the mountain, it stopped, put the tyrannosaurus down, turned around, and looked at the mountain peak with some fear, except for a long breath.

The tyrannosaurus finally recovered from the bumps, looked at the appearance of the dragon, was angry and funny, and said: "It's still early, the cold will not appear until a while!"

As he spoke, the twilight bell rang, and the sound shook the wilderness. As if an appointment had been made, the white mist lurking at the foot of the mountain slowly rose, enveloping the entire mountain peak in mist, and in an instant, it seemed that the temperature had dropped several degrees. The cold air completely enveloped the mine in the blink of an eye, and seeing such a scene, the tyrannosaurus also had palpitations.

Tyrannosaurus rex has also heard about the cold on the mountain, and every evening the cold rises on the mountain and covers the top of the mountain, and the cold is unbearable for the resident writer. "Touch the dragon, you helped me again, thank you. Tyrannosaurus said.

"It doesn't matter, what you said, let's share blessings and difficulties, lie on the street together today, and become great gods together in the future. Okay, let's go back!" Hearing the words of the dragon, the tyrannosaurus felt ashamed in his heart. I'm afraid you're the only one in the world who believes that we can become gods. "Alright, let's go back together. After the tyrannosaurus rested, he returned to the residence of the disciple stationed at the foot of the mountain with the touch dragon. The dormitory for the miscellaneous disciples of the mining is built not far from the bottom of the mountain, and it can be seen from afar.

I was nervous in my heart, for fear that others would see that I had treasures such as the Qiankun pen and suppress my agitated mood, and the tyrannosaurus pushed open the door of his courtyard. Back in his small courtyard, the tyrannosaurus trembled in his heart.

Biting his middle finger hard, he squeezed out a trace of essence blood and smeared it on the Qiankun pen, and after getting the Qiankun pen, because of his low strength, he had to be soaked with a lot of blood every time before he could open it.

I just don't know if this Qiankun pen works or not. The blood trickling out of the Tyrannosaurus rex's body slowly smeared on the top of the Qiankun pen, the sky circle above the Qiankun pen slowly turned, and the cap of the pen slowly cracked.

The tyrannosaurus squeezed its fingers hard, so that this drop of blood slowly fell, and when the blood fell on the Qiankun pen, almost instantly, it was absorbed by the Qiankun pen and disappeared. "It's on!" said Tyrannosaurus's face, a knowing smile.

In this world of online texts, he doesn't have any support, and it is not bad to have such storage equipment as a Qiankun pen, even in the Qixi Wenzong where the strong are like clouds, storage equipment is also very precious.

Only a writer of a considerable level can have it, at least among the miscellaneous disciples of the outer sect, the tyrannosaurus is not seen. The Qiankun pen in his hand, the Tyrannosaurus had a doubt in his heart, he didn't expect him to carry a seal before he came to Qixi Wenzong.

My mother said that the treasure left by a strong writer at this time is now in her hands, and it can be regarded as having a fate with herself, what is the mystery in this little Qiankun pen?

The hand of the tyrannosaurus gently stroked the Qiankun pen, feeling the fluctuations in it, and sinking the mind into the Qiankun pen, the storage function of the Qiankun pen is very simple to use, as long as you think about it, you can open the space to put things in.

But at this moment, a change occurred, and in the Qiankun pen, there was a sudden huge suction. The fingers of the tyrannosaurus were firmly sucked on the top of the Qiankun pen, and the ten fingers connected to the heart, and the essence and blood flowed into the Qiankun pen from the top of the index finger.