Chapter 17: The Amnesiac Machine
After Yang Xiaotian and Dong Xu left, He Xiangjun walked in with a smile on his face: "Congratulations to the general." ”
"And that's thanks to Madame."
Beiminghong is also rare, patting He Xiangjun's hand with a smile: "By the way, Yu'er has a letter?" ”
"A few days ago, Yu'er sent a letter, saying that he had broken through the five-fold forging body." When it comes to Beiming Xianyu, He Xiangjun said proudly.
Beiminghong's eyes lit up when he heard this: "This kid has a bit of the style of an old man back then." ”
"Not really, hehe-"
"Hahaha-"
was thinking about it behind closed doors, no, but the retreating Bei Mingyu didn't know that the Feng Marching Army, who was originally guarding the original body and was taboo by everyone, had completely withdrawn from the General's Mansion.
In the room, Bei Mingyu found a basic exercise from the book of the storage ring.
The matter of the prime minister's son has been resolved, she has been punished and grounded, and she should be able to be quiet for a while.
Before looking for evidence to deal with Beiming Xianyue and He Xiangjun, she had to practice hard to enhance her strength.
Yesterday's personal battle made Bei Ying truly realize the power of the martial artists in this world.
Martial arts are respected, and medical skills alone will not work!
It's a pity that this pair of body meridians has been damaged since childhood, and it has been stereotyped, and it can only be nourished slowly for at least ten years.
Although the cultivation is slow now, it is better than nothing.
Thinking about it, Bei Mingyuan followed the exercises, sat cross-legged, five hearts to the sky, closed his eyes, concentrated, inhaled and exhaled, and guarded the dantian-
When night fell, Bei Mingyu frowned and opened her eyes, wanting to cry without tears: "For such a long time, only a little bit of internal strength?" ”
If you want to break through the double forging body and get the Year of the Monkey?!
Thinking about it, the wound on Bei Ming's face suddenly flashed with a dark golden light, and Bei Mingyu disappeared into the room out of thin air.
At the same time, Xuanyuan Juan in the courtyard next door, the Shura sword on his side came out of his body again, flew into the sky above the Bei Ying Yuan's room, and hung down.
Xuanyuan's divine sense swept across the empty room, frowning in confusion.
However, Bei Mingyu appeared in a space carved with complex lines.
What is this place?
Bei Shen looked around the unfamiliar environment in front of her vigilantly, ready to summon the meteor needle at any moment.
"This is the Xuanzhen Space." At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the space.
Bei Mingyuan was shocked and shouted coldly: "Who is it?!" Come out! ”
When the sound fell, a handsome young man dressed in a black and white Tai Chi robe, black hair and golden eyes, red lips and white teeth, appeared in front of Bei Ming Yuan out of thin air: "Master." ”
"Master?"
Bei Ming looked at the strange young man in front of him vigilantly, and her eyebrows furrowed: "What master?" ”
"The master has made a blood pact with me." The boy mechanically answered Bei Ming's question.
Bei Ming was stunned when she heard this, and concluded a blood contract?
How did she not know?
Looking at the young man's golden eyes, Bei Ming didn't dare to believe it: "Are you a human or a ghost?" ”
Don't tell her there are contact lenses too!
"I'm a machine spirit."
"Machine spirits?"
Bei Mingyu tried to search for information from the machine spirit in his mind, but found nothing: "What is that?" ”
Bei Mingyuan, who has been reading medical books as fairy tales since she was a child, has never read those fantasy novels and has no concept of this.
And the original body has no memory of this.
"A spirit derived from a spirit weapon."
Listening to the literal meaning, Bei Mingyuan's heart turned a little pale: "Then what kind of spiritual weapon are you?" ”
"I don't remember."
"No, don't remember?"
The corners of her mouth twitched, and she looked at the expressionless machine spirit boy from beginning to end.
An amnesiac machine spirit?