Gonggong leaned over and said, "You really don't want to learn the art of spirit control? ”

Xiao Banxian's heart moved when he heard this, but the expression on his face did not move at all, he glanced at him, took a sip of tea, and said calmly: "Unless you teach me for free." ”

The co-worker pouted, "It's not good to want to take advantage of the old man at such a young age." ”

Xiao Banxian smiled: "Then why do you tempt me again and again." ”

Co-workers snorted, "I...... I think your qualifications are not bad, and you already have the power of three heavenly dragons, and you should be able to bear it if you think that you should be able to learn the spirit mastery, otherwise I won't be taught if others ask me to teach me. ”

The little half-immortal was taken aback and asked, "Can you tell that I have the power of three heavenly dragons?"

Gonggong said: "Although my cultivation was ruined, my eyes are still there, and there is nothing I can't see." ”

The little half-immortal paused and asked, "Then can you see what is sealed in my body?"

The co-worker took a closer look, "No." ”

The little half-immortal said: "Impossible, this Tianlong is here to suppress the things in my body." ”

Gonggong said: "If you don't believe it, I don't see it anyway." ”

The little half-immortal didn't know whether to believe what Gonggong said, his grandfather cast such a powerful formation in his body, if it wasn't for the purpose of sealing something, there was indeed no second explanation.

Gonggong said: "If you can carry the power of the Eight Dragons, you may be able to make a move or two with me back then." ”

Xiao Banxian said: "If that were the case, I would have exploded and died." ”

Co-workers muttered, "Not necessarily. ”

The little half-immortal asked, "What are you talking about?"

Gonggong was about to speak, when a maid walked in, "The old lady invites the eldest young master and Xu Gongzi to go to dinner." ”

As he spoke, the co-workers had already eaten all four plates of pastries, and the little half-fairy asked, "Can you still have lunch?"

Gonggong touched his round belly, "I'm afraid I won't eat much." ”

Along the way, the little half-immortals are carefully telling the precautions for co-working. When he was about to arrive at the dining room, Xiao Banxian asked in a low voice, "Have you remembered everything?"

The co-worker said impatiently: "Remember, remember, remember, you are really verbose." ”

The little half-immortal was speechless, and after entering the dining room, the half-immortal Renxin and Chu Xiaoran were already waiting there, and the co-workers greeted the two of them decently.

The identity of the co-worker is there, and others used to grovel to him, but now he can do this little half-immortal and really admire him very much.

Half Immortal Renxin stared at Gonggong for a while, although Gonggong's ability to make people from soil is not as good as Nuwa's, but it is enough to fool these mortals, although Banxian Renxin feels that Gonggong's body is heavier, but he can't see other problems.

Chu Xiaoran smiled and said, "Young Master Xu likes chrysanthemums very much?"

Gonggong didn't react for a while, and replied casually: "It's so-so." ”

The little half-immortal wanted to give the co-workers a look, but staring at the faces of the two old rivers and lakes, the half-immortal Renxin and Chu Xiaoran, he didn't dare to show it too obviously.

Chu Xiaoran said: "I saw that the son's eyebrows were painted with chrysanthemums, and I thought that the son must like it very much." ”

Gonggong was stunned, then he remembered this matter, and laughed dryly, "Actually, it was because I fell when I was a child, broke my eyebrows, left a scar, and had to tattoo a chrysanthemum as a decoration." ”

Chu Xiaoran showed a clear expression, and the half-immortal Renxin asked, "I don't know who Xu Gongzi studied with." ”

The co-workers said one by one according to the lines they had said before, and they also responded like a stream, and the half-immortal Renxin said, "Let's eat first." ”

Nanshan suddenly sighed, raised his head slightly, half-closed his eyes, his handsome face revealed hard lines, he was like a stubborn and lonely stone statue. He didn't say a word for a while, but Chu Huan felt that heavy loss.

The panic and panic of the many singers on the stage have all dispersed, only Ming Yuexin still maintains the last posture and stands motionless in the center of the stage, looking at the fight in front of her without any emotion, as if she is just watching a performance that is not very attractive.

The toad didn't say a word, and sat on the road without moving. They had to go over and see what was going on. The toad was staring in a daze, with a happy smile on his face, and his eyes were still staring at the dusty place ahead, where the guy who had ruined them was going. From time to time, I heard him whispering: "Puff"

Bai Shuilan didn't care about it at all, she pushed away the paperweight with a smile to herself, picked up the painting, and stared straight at the man in white who was portrayed lifelike and had a cold face like an ice sculpture above, and sighed with pity on her face, "It's just a pity that this portrait can't be completed in one go, but the young lady coaxed for a long time, Ning Huwei reluctantly agreed to be a model, and he was only willing to show half of his face, alas, it will not be easy to continue next time." “

She forcibly took her eyes off Tristan, as if to process what he had said, and only stared intently at the broken tiles on the ground. Tristan shifted uneasily beside her, waiting for her reaction. A full minute passed, and then another minute passed. She didn't move, only the trembling between her lips kept her from looking like a statue.

He nodded slightly, and went down the steps to his room, ignoring me and Phosateva in the middle of the courtyard. As I passed by, I saw that the corners of his mouth were pursed and his eyes were cold, as if nothing in the world had anything to do with him. My heart twisted, and I burst into tears of pain, and I used all my strength to break free from the grip of Phoshateva.

Standing outside the thatched house, a lamp hung on the eaves, emitting a faint light. Leaning on Nineteen's shoulder, convinced that she couldn't see my facial movements, her eyes widened and she stared at the old man in the back. The old man, who was still looking up at the sky at first, seemed to sense my gaze and lowered his head in a daze.

He looked up at me, his face calm, and a slight smile on his lips. Suddenly, the smile faded, and with a panicked look on his face, he walked towards me, and before I could react, he held my head and lifted my chin with his other hand, and I was unprepared to face up. His pale gray eyes, which were close at hand, reflected a small surprise in me.

Cheng Shi listened to his words and half turned sideways, and his dark gaze traveled through time and space and fell on her. The sunlight stretched his already deep gaze for a long time, as if it melted into the white sunlight. Then, he pursed his thin lips lightly and nodded at her.

She was about to get up to help the man, but she saw him get up again, and there was neither pain nor complaint on his face, but he took the glass of the other man and continued to drink. What made Ruth even more strange was that the people around her did not care about the man's accident, did not interfere, but only looked at him kindly, and went on to dance and sing their own songs, as if no one had ever fallen.

It should be admitted that his appearance is still very vivid to summarize with "Mr. Tu", a short man of 1.65 meters, a thin face, protruding cheekbones, and a small mustache on his chin. The worst thing is the outfit, a pair of old cloth shoes, a pair of washed black pants, and a shirt with a patch sewn on the elbow, which is really flattering. I remember the first time we saw him, we all rolled our eyes, "Dirt."

After a while, a woman opened the curtain, and two women came in, the first woman was about fifty years old, her face was aging, even if she rubbed a thick powder, she could not hide the black and yellow rough skin color, only the eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to He's mother;

They also saw the big red buns. Her feather hat was crooked on her head, and only half of the feathers remained. Her fox fur robe was half wet, as if a pot of tea had been poured over it. She was bare-bottomed and held a pair of high heels in her left hand. The powder on her face had completely fallen, revealing piles of freckles.

She gradually eliminated red or pink clothes, and learned from the famous actress Zhu Yijin always wore white or black, and the skirt was either extremely narrow or ankle-length. Hair is no longer braided in two, but a large pie is coiled at the back of the head, and a large tortoiseshell comb is not pinned.

On this public holiday, Hester wore her grey coarse cloth gown as on any occasion in seven years. The colour of the garment, especially the indescribable peculiarity, had the effect of blurring her outline and making her unobtrusive, and yet the scarlet letters made her leap out of the obscurity and reveal her under her spirit with its own sparkle.

He was pretty-looking, braggart-loving, always rattling the spurs in his boots, the beard and beard on his lips, the rings on his fingers, and his brilliant clothes, and his appearance like a warrior, approachable and salesman.

Her face was golden-brown under her soapy white hair, and her flesh was tight and oily, and her eyes hung up like a man. A striped cloth bathrobe, untied, loosely fitted on the body, from the light ink strips, you can roughly guess the outline of the body, one by one, inch by inch is alive. The world only says that the ancient costume with wide robes and large sleeves is not suitable for curvaceous beauty, and Zhenbao now knows that this is true, but it is not. He turned on the tap, and the water was not very hot, but the boiler downstairs must be burning, and there was a hot core in the lukewarm water. A stream of water hung in the faucet, twisted and twisted and flowed down, and every inch was alive. Zhenbao didn't know where to go.

The outsiders were in even worse condition, with no vehicles and little luggage. An old man bent over and wiped his nose, tied a dark blue cotton jacket with a straw rope, on which there were more than a dozen patches, and the cuffs looked like two pieces of light iron, and the color of the oil stain reflected the sunlight.

Her face was pale, she involuntarily clenched the reins in her hand, her eyes widened in disbelief, and she stood motionless in the corner. For a long time, for a long time, she felt that she heard heavy breathing, goosebumps all over her body stood up, and she couldn't help but look to the left and right vigilantly.

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