Jin Changming nodded with satisfaction and sighed: "The future is terrifying. ”

"Is Master Sui Bao praising me?" Gu Yimu's eyes lit up instantly, and his pale little face also returned to blood.

Hey, hey, that's the master of Suibao, and he actually praised him.

Looking at Gu Yimu, who was smirking, Lu Mojin pursed her lips, her cold little face was worried, and asked, "Master, is there any other way?" ”

He asked about the formation.

"Yes." Jin Changming replied quickly, smiled, and his expression became more and more solemn, "If there is a strong Xuan Power blessing, even if it is an ordinary binding formation, it can trap those things." ”

Sui Bao heard that the taste was wrong, and asked tentatively: "Master, how thick is the strong Xuan power?" ”

Jin Changming thought for a while and said, "According to an ordinary person like a teacher, it takes at least forty years of cultivation skills, or even more. ”

"Forty years?" The little group looked down at his ten fingers and fell silent.

Forty years, wouldn't it take many years to be born?

Lu Mojin silently reminded beside him: "Sui Bao, the master is talking about ordinary people. ”

A metaphysical genius like her, who has been rare for thousands of years, has different units of measurement.

Sui Bao nodded knowingly and grinned, "yes, Sui Bao almost forgot." ”

Jin Changming, who originally felt pierced his heart, only felt that he had been hit by another sword in his heart.

This is the legend, strong and unknowing?

Noticing that his face was not very good, Xiao Milk Group hurriedly said, "Master and father, don't worry, we still have Xiao Jianjian and Brother Peacock to help." ”

Thinking of the little sword, Jin Changming was even more heartbroken.

Speaking of which, he is a person who grew up watching small swords.

When he was a child, he couldn't pick it up, and his father comforted him and said that it would be fine when he grew up, but when he grew up, it was his turn to comfort himself.

If it weren't for the fact that he accepted such a closed disciple at his age, he might have firmly believed that the little sword was welded to death in that coffin until he closed his eyes, and it would be impossible to pick it up at all.

Time is tight and the task is heavy, Jin Changming just wanted to tell the two little ones the precautions for encountering a yin corpse, when he heard a small milk sound, "Master, the year is sleepy, I want to go to sleep for a while." ”

"Sleep?" Jin Changming was stunned for a moment, then reacted, nodded and said, "I have to go to sleep for a while to recuperate." ”

Sui Bao answered vaguely, didn't answer, turned around and walked out.

Taking advantage of Gu Yimu's pestering Jin Changming to ask questions, Lu Mojin trotted to follow, and followed behind her without saying a word.

"Years of Treasure." Seeing the little milk group coming out, the uncle and nephew, who were already waiting and were about to lose their patience, quickly got up.

Ning Tingchen didn't notice that the corner of his coat was pressed by the little sword because of his too big movements, and with a sudden movement, the little sword and sword sleeping on the chair were thrown out directly.

The body suddenly took off, so frightened that Xiao Jianjian thought it was the Yin corpse coming, and before he could open his eyes, he began to shout: "Little master, run, the Yin corpse is coming!" ”

The voice landed, and the whole pig "duang" on the ground and smashed to the ground.

Because there was too much meat on his body, he smashed on the ground and bounced up and smashed down, and the damage value was directly stacked.

"Whew!" Xiao Jianjian screamed miserably, grinning in pain, opened his eyes and saw Sui Bao not far away, and cried out directly with a "wow", "Woo woo, little master, something beat me." ”

The little milk group looked at the tears and said that they would come, and the aggrieved little Jianjian opened his mouth and suddenly didn't know what to say.

It's miserable, but it's kind of funny.

Afraid that he would cry in the next second, alarming other unsuspecting villagers, Sui Bao recalled all the unhappy things before, and barely laughed.

But I just didn't laugh out loud.

The upturned corners of the mouth are even harder to suppress than the AK without a magnifier in the game.

I can't wait for the little sword with eight hundred hearts and eyes, and I know what's going on at a glance, and my mouth is pouting like a shovel that can be used to dig the ground in the next second.

He looked around and saw that there was still the sun in the courtyard, and there was no shadow of a corpse, so he was not calm for a moment.

"Who? Who is plotting against Lao Tzu! ”

"Me." A cold voice sounded.

Hearing this arrogant attitude, Xiao Jianjian was directly laughed at angrily, and blurted out: "Dare to plot against the deity, don't you want the dog's life?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a shudder smashed on his brain.

Accompanied by the sound, it was Sui Bao's little milk voice with a bit of gnashing teeth, "Who do you say is the dog?" ”

If Daddy is a dog, then what is she, a pup?

Xiao Jianjian shook his head and looked aggrieved, opened his mouth to explain that he didn't mean that, and his eyes suddenly met Ning Tingchen's cold black eyes.

He just now, he shouldn't be the one who scolds, right?