Jin Changming's eyes were a little evasive, "There is naturally a way to be a teacher." ”

When he said this, he believed it himself, and his originally weak expression became extremely confident, and his expression was a little proud: "Although the teacher didn't teach you too much, he is also your master and father, and he is too weak to say." ”

The words make sense, but Sui Bao doesn't believe it, and he doesn't believe a word.

Thinking of the two pamphlets just now, her face suddenly sank, and she asked coldly, "Does Master and Father plan to be bait by himself?" ”

Jin Changming's eyebrows jumped fiercely, and he blurted out: "How is it possible, who are you listening to nonsense:"

After speaking, he realized that his reaction was a bit big, and quickly explained: "The Yin corpse mainly likes the internal organs of animals, and there are some children with soft and tender meat. ”

His eyes looked at Sui Bao's body, and he smiled deliberately: "They like children like you who taste tender meat, and you can bite off half of your head in one bite." ”

I thought it was so serious, how could I scare the little milk group, but I didn't expect her to look at him like that, and a pair of eyes that should have been innocent and pure looked innocent at the moment.

That look, it seems to be trying to say, you play yours, I don't believe me.

For a moment, Jin Changming thought that what was standing in front of him was not a three- or four-year-old apprentice, but a god who had lived a long time and experienced the vicissitudes of the world.

Yes, the gods.

In the dark grid under Jin Changming's bed, there is a picture, which is said to be a Danqing picture drawn by the ancestor who touched the edge of becoming an immortal hundreds of years ago.

The picture on it is a woman wearing a colorful dress, with cold eyebrows and eyes, looking down at her head with a staring posture.

With the passage of time, the eyes and expressions of the women in the portrait are no longer so clear, but those who are fortunate enough to see the portrait say that the woman above must be a fairy.

Because that kind of emotionless, but with a little compassion for the world, belongs only to the gods.

"Master, are you thinking about how to fool me again?" Sui Bao brought back Jin Changming's thoughts with a little angry little milk voice.

When he came back to his senses, he realized how ridiculous his idea was just now, and quickly explained, "No, Master just remembered something. ”

He is really old and confused, how can Sui Bao be a person hundreds of years ago, if there is such a possibility, she should be the same as in the painting and not a child.

Xiao Nituan pursed her lips and said unhappily: "Sui Bao is not a child anymore, let alone a fool, if Master still wants to fool me, then don't say it." ”

Jin Chang clearly still wants to fool.

But listening to her words, my heart became even more empty.

Looking at his tangled expression, Sui Bao instantly understood something, his little face sank, and his eyes were full of disappointment: "Grandpa said sure enough, Master Father is unreliable." ”

"Who isn't reliable?" Jin Changming was not happy when he heard it, and he blew his beard angrily and glared, "Don't listen to your grandfather's old horseman's nonsense, he is jealous of me because he can't return to Xuanmen now." ”

The little pouted and ignored him.

Since Jin Changming was young, he wanted to compete with Old Man Ning, but now that he is old, he is even more reluctant to be compared with him.

He gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and confessed: "Xiao Suibao, you guessed right, as a teacher, he really thinks so." ”

"Master and father set up the formation, and I will be the bait." Sui Bao didn't think about it and spoke directly.

Before Jin Changming's refusal came out, she quickly spoke, "Didn't Master just say that the Yin Corpse likes a white and tender child like me?" ”

Although it is true that the words are so, why does he have a heart-piercing feeling?

Without thinking much about it, he said with a straight face: "No, the steps after trapping the Yin Corpse have to be done by yourself." ”

"Why? Isn't it just that the copper coin sword still has fire, and the master can also do it. "The little milk group doesn't understand.

No, isn't there still her eldest brother and father?

There are so many people, there is always a way.

Jin Changming's face turned a little red, and he held back for a long time before he said, "Burning the Yin corpse is not an ordinary fire, you need the fire control technique of Xuanmen." ”

"Wouldn't it be okay to leave it to Master and Father?" Listening to his repeated ink, Sui Bao was a little angry.

If you don't remember what your mother said, you should be respectful to your master and father, and she will definitely jump up and pull his beard.

Hearing this, Jin Changming was already red, and even more red to the base of his neck, and the whole person was like someone choking his throat.

"Master, are you not feeling well?" Sui Bao was taken aback by his reaction.