"Zhicheng!"

"That silly boy!" The vague impression in Gu Shentong's mind gradually became clear.

Vaguely he seemed to be able to hear it, and the silly boy smiled at him and asked, "Senior brother, did I use this trick correctly?"

Memories are not fake!

It's just that the portion size has changed.

In Gu Tailang's memory, of course, there was such a fool.

In fact, in every class, every sect, and every sect, there will be a few such fools to a greater or lesser extent.

They are clumsy, rustic, and have nothing but kindness.

The only difference is that the vast majority of 'fools' are not treated well.

Gu Tailang back then never really cared about and treated this silly boy who appeared in his memory at this moment.

He has never been such a gentle person, how can he be gentle with a clumsy person?

Of course, under the control of Ke Xiaoliang, the stupid boy called 'Zhicheng', in his memories and impressions of the ancient supernatural powers, the weight has been increased a lot, and the most important thing is... He was connected to one of the few fond memories of the ancient supernatural powers.

After all, sometimes a casual calm afternoon will become a rare sunshine in life in the embellishment of memory.

Human emotions can be manipulated.

It only takes a little bit of a solution, and it's not as unattainable as it seems.

Gu Shentong is empathizing at the moment, he did not blur the concept between Yang Zhenzhen and Zhicheng, but he had a little more insignificant kindness to such a clumsy and cute guy.

Just quite, quite insignificant, of course.

After all, the ancient god is a big devil.

Neither the reality nor the high-martial arts world has changed this.

So, don't expect a little touch to let him give up his nature.

After another few dozen minutes, Yang Zhenzhen finally moved back with the stones where the stream was placed.

Her cheeks are somehow swollen high, in this world, she was originally set by a fat girl, and now she has become a pig's head.

Two lines of nosebleeds dried up under the nose, and the bruises on the forehead and the corners of the eyes were like oil paint.

At this moment, Yang Zhenzhen is afraid that he can already sing on stage without wearing makeup.

Carefully placing the stone in front of the ancient supernatural power, Yang Zhenzhen let out a long breath, and with his tongue, which was already a little numb by the toxin, he said with a big tongue: "You hurry up and huo water, the nest is about to leave!"

Gu Shentong didn't really drink water, but rolled his head, turned over, and looked at Yang Zhenzhen with his face up: "Go?"

"Did I let you go?"

"I gave you a chance just now that you didn't run away, now you don't have a chance!"

When Yang Zhenzhen heard this, his fat face stiffened, and then he knocked on the door of his head with a swollen hand like a pig's trotter, looking annoyed.

"That's right, why don't I run?" Yang Zhenzhen was in a hurry, and the old family words popped out again.

The straightforward answer made Gu Shentong suddenly forget what he was going to say next.

Gu Shentong sighed, and suddenly felt that perhaps the probability of getting rid of that flying knife seemed to have been reduced.

"You first go to the root of the tree to look for it, usually this poisonous dragon wood, will be in the root rot position, accompanied by a kind of yellow-headed fungus, in the shape of a double umbrella, you pick a flower and chew it directly to the size of a fingernail, you can detoxify. Gu Shentong said to Yang Zhenzhen.

This method of detoxification was originally intended to be used by the ancient divine power to control Yang Zhenzhen.

Now after thinking about it, he felt that maybe it was useless at all, it was better to detoxify her, let her straighten her tongue repeatedly, so that she could communicate.

Yang Zhenzhen began to sweep and dig at the roots of the tree.

Soon I found the kind of mushroom that Gu Shentong said, pulled it up and carefully measured the size, and then repeatedly confirmed the size with Gu Shentong before putting it in my mouth and chewing it.

After about ten minutes, the swelling on Yang Zhenzhen's body had subsided by half.

At least I can barely tell that this is a person.

"What sect are you?"

"Have you ever learned martial arts?" asked Gu Shentong to Yang Zhenzhen.

Don't panic about it, Gu Shentong is sure, a stupid fat girl like Yang Zhenzhen, as long as the relationship is familiar, it shouldn't be difficult for her to help get a knife.

"I am... No, I have no sect, no sect, and I have never studied martial arts. Yang Zhenzhen shook his head and said, but the four big words 'I'm lying' were written on his face.

After all, when she said this, her eyes wandered, and her hands were twisted, which really seemed empty-hearted.

"It doesn't matter if you haven't learned, it doesn't matter if you haven't learned... I have an Ice Silkworm Nine Transformation here, and after learning it, not only is it supernatural, but also extremely vigorous, and no one can kill you at all. You helped me, and I'm going to pass it on to you. Gu Shentong said.

Yang Zhenzhen stared at the ancient supernatural powers, and he was uncomfortable looking at the ancient supernatural powers, so he sighed: "I... I don't want to be alive with just one head, and I have to be helped with even drinking saliva. I'd better learn some of the kind of martial arts that kill me and die!"

Gu Shentong looked at Yang Zhenzhen expressionlessly.

Then he said with a stiff face: "You think you're funny?"

"I'm telling you, I didn't become like this because I practiced the Ice Silkworm Nine Transformations. ”

Yang Zhenzhen said with rare cleverness: "You have become like this, and you still don't practice... That's not as good as you say, so I don't want it. ”

Gu Shentong gritted his back molars, feeling more gray hairs on his head.

Cultivating the Nine Transformations of the Ice Silkworm, it is best to have a physical body that has been resurrected once or twice from death, which is the best 'body' for the ancient divine powers.

Gu Shentong originally planned to wait for Yang Zhenzhen to take off the flying knife on her head, and then he snatched the body, just like concocting He Yandong, and then concocted Yang Zhenzhen.

Unexpectedly, this step of the plan suffered a major setback at the beginning.

"You don't learn! I want to teach!"

After that, the ancient divine power slammed into Yang Zhenzhen with his head.

A whirl in mid-air hit the back of Yang Zhenzhen's head and hit Yang Zhenzhen's Fengfu acupoint.

Yang Zhenzhen was completely frozen.

And the ancient divine power began to be by Yang Zhenzhen's side, constantly reciting the mantra of the Ice Silkworm Nine Transformations.

Once, twice, three times... Ten times.

After ten times, Gu Shentong triumphantly asked Yang Zhenzhen, "How is it?

Divine power, Gu Shentong felt that no one could resist its temptation.

What's more, he has recited it ten times by himself, even the most dull person should remember it... Right?

A thin snoring sound came from his side.

Gu Shentong looked up, and sure enough... Yang Zhenzhen she fell asleep!

Ke Xiaoliang, who is separated from the world, showed a smile of understanding.

Even the salted fish he couldn't help but do, how could he easily 'defeat' an ancient supernatural power?

"I... I'm going to be angry!"

"I'm going to hack this fat girl who doesn't want to improve!" Gu Shentong's eyes erupted with anger, but the pain in his forehead made him sober.

Not far away, there seemed to be the sound of dense footsteps.

Gu Shentong's eyes changed, and with a blow to the head mallet, he unlocked Yang Zhenzhen's acupuncture points, and then bit Yang Zhenzhen's collar with his mouth, and flew quickly into the depths of the mountains and forests.