There is also a chapter in the evening, reaching out for a collection and a red ticket, which is really needed......

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I have to say that Zhu'er, a girl, sometimes does do some unbelievably stupid things, such as the red candle that is burning at the moment.

She secretly broke this red candle, intending to test if her skin was really the same as the legendary youkai, not afraid of the scorching flames. The problem, however, is that it is roasted and roasted...... She fell asleep because she couldn't bear to be sleepy—what a nervous mass......

Fortunately, this girl was indeed like a legendary monster, and the flame of the candle did not leave the slightest trace on her delicate skin, not even the smoky dirt; Fortunately, there was no fire; Fortunately, it was not discovered by Fang Xing.

If Fang Xing knew about this matter, he would definitely knock on that little head to figure out what kind of gross nerves it would contain. Of course, he would also pinch the other party's little face and say to her: "You are a monster, and you are also my family's bamboo!"

However, Fang Xing did not know all this; He didn't even remember how the girl was almost injured on the day of the massacre; I don't know that the stupid girl in front of me who is immersed in sleep will have a secret in her heart that cannot be told to outsiders.

Since ancient times, beautiful things have been dusty, and they can be pitied the most.

At this moment, the bamboo lying on the table sleeping soundly is the dusty beauty.

Fang Xing's heart swelled with a feeling of pity, and he couldn't help but quietly stop his steps, a little unbearable to alarm the girl. After thinking about it, he gently poked out his right hand from his sleeve, slowly pushed out his palm, and then made a dragon claw with his hand, and grabbed it fiercely towards the void in front of him.

The oil lamp placed on the side of Zhu'er's face was so far away that Fang Xing grabbed it. Then the young man's arm shook slightly, and an extremely cold aura passed along an invisible vein in the void, not only extinguishing the burning wick, but also freezing the lamp oil in the oil lamp - this was Fang Xing's thoughtfulness, and he even thought that the lamp oil might be spilled and burn the sleeping girl.

The sleeves moved again, but this time the energy transmitted from Fang Xing's hand suddenly turned from static. The oil lamp that was held tightly was suddenly pulled in front of the young man by an invisible lasso in an instant.

After gently putting down the oil lamp, Fang Xing recalled the neat and neat movements just now, and suddenly he was happy again—in the previous few hours, he had not been idle for a moment. It was during the half hour that Fang Xing was reading the intelligence information, thinking about the general trend of the world and the character of the characters in his mind all the time, and at the same time, the energy in his body was constantly changing, and the series of actions just now was one of the achievements he had achieved during that time of reading and thinking.

Don't look at those movements, it seems a little simple, but it is a perfect match between one's own spiritual sense and physical strength. That exploration, grasping, and all of them are the most subtle control of spiritual consciousness over energy. And then with a shake and a rope, all kinds of means are transformed from exquisite energy input to wild capture, and it is only because the spiritual consciousness has an extremely great grasp of the transition from static to moving.

With a unique advantage and a long period of tempering, Fang Xing's use of spiritual sense has finally reached the point of perfection.

With an excellent grasp of spiritual knowledge and energy, Fang Xing can now achieve perfection. He even had the courage to say that if an ant appeared within three zhang, he could distinguish between male and female, and then use his innate sword qi to castrate the male.

Thinking of this, Fang Xing felt a little complacent in his heart, but even if this different color was restrained by him. After that, Fang Xing once again stretched out his hand to show his experience. This time, the spiritual consciousness spread around the room, forming an invisible network in the void, condensing the moisture in the air and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and finally evolved into a white cloud the size of three coffee tables.

That's right, Fang Xing's method of condensing the white clouds as a tool is indeed to imitate the magic power of the falling glow in "The Supreme Secret of Autumn Water and Falling Xia". That famous magical power, which can gather clouds and qi for foreign objects such as pavilions, carriages, horses, clothes, etc., is really envied by Fang Xing.

Coincidentally, Fang Xing's Lingtai was in the state of mind with another Ancient True Emperor. As a good sister, Xunnan naturally can't refuse the request from the 'little brother'. It just so happened that she also knew a lot about the glow and clouds. So the two hit it off and staged a sitcom with deep sister and brother love.

So, under the guidance of Xun Nan, Fang Xing quietly looked at the information, and at the same time, he actually exercised the strength of his whole body, from yang to yin, from rigid to soft, after a lot of debugging and experiments, he finally used the purple green saint sword qi to simulate part of the effect of falling back to Baiyun Tower.

Falling back to the White Cloud Tower is a magical power, and it must be cultivated to turn spiritual consciousness into divine thoughts. And the reason why Fang Xing was able to touch the forbidden body on the second day of the Divine Psyche with the cultivation of the third day of the True Spirit was also thanks to the blessing of Xun Nan's sister and the innate sword qi.

However, even so, this 'white' cloud condensed by Fang Xing's own efforts is obviously not flawless; when viewed from a distance with the naked eye, it is not a big problem; but if you look closely, you can see that this white cloud is not pure and white, but its white is cloudy, like a lump of muddy white marshmallows; and even in some places, this marshmallow shows a little yellowish dirt - it is the product of dust and other fine dust in the air being absorbed into the 'cloud'.

Judging from the purity of the color of the clouds alone, the hand that Fang Xing is using now is far inferior to the magic power of the [Luoxia Returning to Baiyun Tower] that Fang Zizheng used at the beginning. However, to be able to replicate and imitate this effect in just a few hours, I still have to say that Fang Xing and Xun Nan have done their best.

That turbid white cloud, under the operation of Fang Xing's spiritual sense, was like a blanket of cotton quilt gently covering the whole body of the bamboo, and then the bamboo was like being gently placed on a white cloud one foot above the ground by countless pairs of invisible little hands, like a pure little heavenly girl lying on the white cloud.

At this time, Xiao Yi, who had been sleeping in a daze, woke up vigilantly. Her eyes widened, and the magical and romantic scene in front of her made her eyes glow with envy. Unable to help herself, she opened her red lips in surprise, fortunately, this smart girl saw that Fang Xing didn't want to disturb Zhu'er's sleep, and when she almost exhaled, she covered her red lips again.

Seeing her well-behaved, Fang Xing winked at her in a good mood, suggesting that she should not speak.

Xiao Yi watched her companion being supported by the white clouds and gradually rising, and she was also happy for her little friend in her heart, but somehow, she suddenly felt a little gloomy.

She stood in the candlelight and thought secretly: Young Master Xing is too good to Zhu'er, not at all like the master's attitude towards slaves. Although he is also very good to her, she can always feel that he has less heartfelt affection for her than he does for Zhu'er.

Even if she understands all the truths and realities, there is indeed a burst of loss in her heart right now that cannot be dissipated - "I envy and envy Zhu'er, I also want to sit on that white cloud and fly and fly......"

And at this time, Fang Xing seemed to hear her voice, so the white clouds also floated - she also flew into the sky, "The feeling of sitting on the clouds is so happy!" ”

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When Fang Xing quietly used those secret methods, Zhu'er didn't feel the slightest alarm, she kept watch for a long time, and finally couldn't help but fall asleep. Now I slept soundly, and even had a very strange dream in a daze.

She felt herself suddenly fall onto a huge, soft, sticky marshmallow that she couldn't finish no matter how she could eat it.

Looking at the huge and white marshmallow under her feet, the little girl couldn't help but drool. She tilted her little head and stared at the seductive candy, her eyes shining. But after thinking about it, she suddenly became depressed, "Although I like to eat marshmallows, but ...... But marshmallows are so sticky to my teeth, and the third brother told me a few days ago that you can't eat this......"

"Why not other delicious shortbread? It would be nice if such a large piece was the red bean and plum crisp from the last dream! I can eat it in the morning, at noon, at night, or even in the middle of the night under the covers. ”

"But...... But I really want to eat marshmallows! At last, the gluttonous girl could not bear the love of sweets in her heart, and asked for a bite viciously—she promised herself that she would only take one bite, and that she would not steal it again......

So, Zhu'er woke up again. She found that the food in her mouth was suddenly gone, so she opened her eyes in a daze and looked around, and then saw that she was a few feet above the ground, lying on a white 'marshmallow' floating in the air, her eyes swept over her partner and the third brother in the distance, and then once again fixed on the 'marshmallow' beside her.

"My marshmallow!" grinded her teeth, and then the girl hugged a cloud of qi, and fell asleep, "My marshmallow ......"

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Looking at Zhu'er's sleeping appearance, Fang Xing couldn't help but sigh. This girl is only fourteen years old, and in Fang Xing's mind, she can only be regarded as a big loli who has just grown up, and she can barely be called a 'little girl'.

But in this world, some fourteen-year-old girls can still be spoiled under the pampering and embrace of their parents, and some have already married in and embarked on the road from Lori to a wife; is even more powerful, and even at this age, she is already a mother.

After sending the two sleepy girls to bed, Fang Xing stood in front of the window, looked at the moonlight, and thought to himself: If she hadn't met the 'third brother' like him, who was willing to protect her strongly, I am afraid that she would have been snatched back to rejoice!

"Since we met in this life, it is fate." Fang Xing already planned to treat her well, 'be kind to yourself and the people around you' This is one of his current code of conduct.

At this time, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce. Although there is a bright moon in the sky, the moonlight is always obscured by clouds and mist, and the land in the distance is shrouded in darkness.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Fang Xing counted what he had done today, and reflected for a while, and was about to rest for tomorrow, but he unexpectedly heard that Xun Nan in Lingtai's state of mind suddenly said: "The Secret Sutra of Treasure Light Sending Spirits is about to be completed, and when you get up tomorrow, you will be able to see the new version of the Secret Sutra of Treasure Light Sending Spirits that my sister has completed." ”

"Yes. Thank you, sister, I'll wait for your news tomorrow. Fang Xing responded, and then listened to Xun Nandao: "You have to work harder, it is said that whenever there is a killing, the clouds in the sky will be like this!" Dongping must have died a lot of people recently, little brother, you have to work hard! ”

"Uh...... Certain! ”