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Ying Yiran's hand trembled, and he slowly let go of his hand. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes fierce like a red flame beast.

"If you dare to mess around, I'll bite your neck. ”

Mowgli shuddered involuntarily and nodded again and again. "Don't worry, I'm not going to mess around. Healer's parents' hearts, you can treat me as your parents......"

"I'm here!" Ying Yiran turned around violently, and her voice was fierce. "Nonsense, do you want to punish the Nine Clans?"

"Don't talk about the Nine Clans, even the Ten Clans, and I'm the only one. Wuji smiled, a little surprised in his heart.

This girl is not small, and she has to punish the nine clans for a joke, is she really from the royal family, and the little lady I am holding is actually a princess?" "Okay, okay, okay, just take me in, I'll do it." ”

"Phew!" Ying was ashamed and took another sip. "The dog can't spit out ivory. ”

"I'm not a fish, and I certainly can't spit out ivory. Wuji struggled, pulled his hand out of Ying Yiran's hand, and shook it twice. Ying Yiran was too hard, and her fingers were about to be pinched off by her.

Wuji coughed lightly, put away his playful smile, and said with a straight face: "Brother Qin, we have limited time, so we can't delay any longer." ”

Ying Yiran's teeth were about to crush. She glanced at the old man who was meditating with his eyes closed, but the old man was indifferent, his breath was long, and he looked like he was in a state of silence. Ying was also helpless, and looked at Wuji again.

There was no trace of a smile on Wuji's face, his eyes were firm, and there was no slightest frivolity. Ying Yiran breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, turned around, held Wuji's hand, and leaned towards his chest.

In an instant, she had the feeling of luring a wolf into the room.

Although Ying Yiran was very careful, and Wuji did not deliberately rub the oil, the palm edge still touched a ball of soft and smooth, warm and moist tender meat.

Wuji usually does a lot of rough work, the palm is rough, Ying was also touched by him, the whole body suddenly tightened, an indescribable feeling permeated the whole body, the hand also stopped, only the breath became more and more rapid, the two soft flesh continued to tremble with the breath, and rubbed the palm of Wuji's hand with the desire to refuse and welcome.

Although Wuji is also a little moved, after all, there is a mature soul hidden in his body, and he knows that he is in danger, and it is not the time to steal incense and jade. He said in a low voice: "Brother Qin, I really don't mean to offend in a hurry. If you are offended, please forgive Brother Qin. ”

As he spoke, he gently broke free of Ying Yiran's hand, turned to the opposite side of Ying Yiran, picked up the hem of Ying Yiran's clothes, quickly found the location of the acupoint in the middle of the body, and pricked it with a needle.

Then, his fingers followed Ying Yiran's chest and abdomen, all the way down, piercing the atrium, Juque several acupoints, and the last needle was pierced on Guan Yuan's acupoint.

Ying was also motionless, as if petrified.

After Wuji finished applying the needle, he carefully pulled out the wooden needle, put the hem of Yingyiran's clothes, carefully tucked it, turned his head, and said to the old man who was meditating: "Old man, I have finished applying the needle." ”

The old man slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Wuji appreciatively, and then looked at Yingyi. "What about you, have you ever been ready?"

Ying Yiran nodded in a trance.

The old man turned to Lin Fei and the others again. Lin Fei smiled slightly, bowed down and said, "Don't worry, old man, it seems that I have one foot in the door of the archer." ”

The stones and wood were also confirmed one by one, and the fighting spirit was full.

"Good. The old man stood up, moved his body, and said to Wuji: "Help me shout, I want to talk to Sha Jingou." ”

......

In the tall hall of the National Teacher, Sha Jingou stood in front of the eight pictures painted by Wuji, his eagle-like eyes roamed back and forth, and finally landed on the eighth picture, his eyes seemed to be nailed, and he did not leave for a long time.

It was before he saw this picture that he didn't control his feelings, and he didn't continue to paint.

Although he was a little curious, he did not regret it. With his current ability, he could only understand the sixth picture, the seventh picture could only understand one layer at most, and the eighth picture did not understand at all.

However, based on his understanding of the previous pictures, he believes that this picture is definitely not scribbled by Mowgli.

He could vaguely see the inner logic of these eight figures, which was the result of gradual refinement in order from largest to smallest.

From the ordinary visible body, heart, to the indistinguishable hair, and then deep into the body, I saw the ancestral god depicted in the Book of Heaven, and finally vaguely discerned the body composition of the Ancestor God, which contained his decades of hard work, and witnessed his ecstasy of peeking into the secrets of the Book of Heaven again and again.

Of course, these achievements were all the results of breaking through the realm and upgrading again and again in the process of cultivating the Heavenly Purpose. If it weren't for cultivating the Heavenly Eye to the peak of the day after tomorrow, until the front of the Innate Gate, he wouldn't have been able to see so many secrets at all.

So, how did this young man know this? Did someone sue him, or did he see it himself? Although this young man opened his Heavenly Eyes at a young age, his Heavenly Eyes realm was still low, and it was impossible for him to see such a level.

Could he really be a genius?

The sand gull hesitated.

He was well aware of the importance of the Hundred Variation Pill to the Xiaoyang Kingdom, but he knew better what kind of impact such a talent could have, especially when Wang Xicheng, the master of the Fengfeng Country, and Lin Xianzhi, the master of the Yu Republic of China, had already communicated with him.

Wang Xicheng sent him a piece of divine bone, Lin Xianzhi passed on the arrow magic trick to him, and let his only son be his arrow attendant, such a generous gift, it can only explain one problem: they got inspiration from this young man and learned more secrets about the Book of Heaven.

If he couldn't master these secrets, even with the Hundred Variation Pill in his hands, it would be difficult for the Xiaoyang Kingdom to survive the attacks of the Fengfeng Kingdom and the Feather Republic Kingdom.

Compared to the Book of Heaven, the Hundred Variation Pill is not worth mentioning.

It was easy to kill this young man, but in this way, I was afraid that Wang Xicheng and Lin Xianzhi would laugh from ear to ear.

The sand gull thought left and right, and couldn't decide. There was a sound of footsteps outside the hall, and Silly Er appeared at the door, looking at him with anxiety. Sha Jingou smiled helplessly, he knew what the second prince was thinking.

"Second Prince, this young man is really a talented genius, this piece of paper ......" Sha Jingou pointed hard. "Great value. ”

Silly Er was relieved and grinned. He touched his head and said happily: "National teacher, that old man of the Qin people wants to see you, saying that he has something important to discuss with you." ”

The sand gull chuckled. "Bring him in, and let the boy come with him, I have something to ask him. ”

The stupid two were overjoyed, turned around and rushed out, taking the guards and running all the way to the dungeon.

Outside the hall of the national teacher, Ling Hu Minzhi hugged his arms and stood against the wall. He looked at the stupid two who were running away and sighed softly.

"It's really surprising that this old thing has such a realm. He paused, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. "Mowgli, I'm curious about who taught you such a genius. ”

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