The ancient battlefield seemed to be suddenly stimulated by some kind of mental patient, and suddenly came. There were flames and light everywhere in all directions. The energy light waves came out one after another like a blowout, and Luo Qian was like watching a thrilling blockbuster, but this time, he was really worried about watching it.

Bao'er didn't know what kind of thing it was, but the music could sense where there was danger, and there were a few times when Luo Qian clearly saw him change his route, and if he climbed down according to the old route, within three meters, he would be lifted into the sky by a beam of energy. But even if he dodged the frontal impact, the aftermath of those powerful spell attacks was not good. An obvious water-streaked shock wave swept over Bao'er, and the body of the precious son of the Luo family seemed to be made of water, no matter how the ripples impacted, his body was like a ball of slime, let the wave flatten and tear himself up, and after the shock wave, he would recover again. Luo Qian was originally shocked, but when he saw this scene, he wasn't too worried, and once he relaxed, he began to fart again: Our son, that's not an ordinary person!

Bao'er is indeed not an ordinary person, with a crockpot in his mouth, he crawled out on all fours, if Luo Qian led him and stood on the street, maybe someone would throw a few coins into the crockpot.

Bao'er came out of the ancient battlefield without danger, and the beam ripples behind her finally triggered a hidden relatively deep strong ** technique, soaring into the sky, mushroom clouds rose into the sky, energy waves scattered and raged, the surging pressure overturned the air around it, and a violent force rushed towards Luo Qian.

But Luo Dadong's family was also a ninth-order immortal after all, and he stretched out his hand to stop it, although he was knocked over. But in the end, it's still the moment. He picked up his son with one hand, and Bao'er lifted the crockpot in his hand as if he was invited, and then unceremoniously sprinkled a soak of urine on Luo Qian's head......

I didn't have time to check what was in the crockpot, and that extremely powerful spell had already caused a chain reaction on the ancient battlefield, and I saw a golden light fold in the distance. It burst out like a spring, rushed into the sky, seemed to hit something, and scattered into the sky as Venus sprinkled down.

The Venus that fell down turned into a golden armored machine man before they reached the ground! Luo Qian was taken aback, he didn't expect that there were so many golden armored machine people hidden in the ancient battlefield, and the combat power of a golden armored machine man was already so strong. And so many golden armor machine people can be released from a magic weapon on the ancient battlefield, you can imagine how powerful the gods and demons were back then. Luo Qian even had some doubts: Compared with the saints of the Holy Realm and those immortals back then, which one was more powerful?

Looking at the golden armor machine man who was about to fall like a paratrooper, Luo Qian couldn't help but hide his spit: If he has such a magic weapon, then what kind of turmoil in the demon world and hegemony in the god realm do he care? Who dares to threaten his own territory, the golden armor machine man troops are dispatched. Looking at the golden light in the sky, I am afraid that there will be two or three thousand golden armor machines? Such an immortal, tireless, and indefatigable unit that reports and carries out orders. Definitely a nightmare for any opponent. Whether it is the army of the Demon King Sean or the God King, against such an army, there is absolutely no defeat.

It's a pity that such a good thing can only be placed in the ancient battlefield. but not for his own use. Luo Qian had the intention of asking for money and not wanting his life, but even if he didn't want to die, outside that golden light, there were still pieces of brilliant brilliance, and the power was only greater than that golden light, even if he was a ninth-order immortal, he might not be able to withstand a few hits, and he might not be able to rush through if he gave up his life. What's more, there is a precious son on top of his head. Luo Qian himself is dead when he dies - anyway, we can be reborn - there is only one precious son.

Luo Qian swallowed his saliva and resolutely turned around and left.

The scene in front of him was replaced by the bland Luo Che Yunding, Bao'er sat on Luo Qiandi's head, her buttocks twisted, and Luo Qian's hair bundles were messed up very easily. The puddle of water just now had not dried up yet, and Luo Qian's hair was wet and sticking to his face, and now he was really embarrassed.

Bao'er doesn't seem to dislike her father, and still sits on his head very "closely". Luo Qian put him on the table, and Bao'er was immediately unhappy. Luo Qian decided to take out the majesty of being a father, and his eyes widened. Bluffed: "Don't move!" As soon as Bao'er's mouth flattened, tears came out. Luo Qian was suddenly defeated: "Okay, don't cry, good son, let you sit if you want to sit, but wait for Dad Hua to be dressed ......"

After negotiating the terms with Bao'er, his son let him change his clothes.

Luo Qian changed into clean clothes, but he was a little helpless that his baby son always peed on his head. Fortunately, the son did not on the top of Lao Tzu's head. Thinking of this, Luo Qian couldn't help but feel a little strange: he usually didn't pay attention, but now that he thinks about it, it seems that his son didn't on the top of his head, but that he never pooped and only peed.

"Baby, come here. He picked up his son and picked up the crockpot from the side. Anyway, it's a son

Filial piety, Luo Qian was a father for the first time, and before Father's Day passed, he got a gift from his son, and this father felt very heartwarming, even if his brain was used as a urinal, he was willing.

Bao'er took the opportunity of her father to inspect the crockpot field and persevered to reach the top again.

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It was dark in the crockpot, and Luo Qian couldn't help but feel a little strange: the light in this room was bright, and the mouth of this crockpot was round and not very deep, so you should be able to see the bottom at a glance. But there seemed to be a layer of black fog floating at the entrance of the cave, and everything inside could not be seen clearly. Luo Qian hesitated for a while: How can the things that came out of the ancient battlefield be so simple? This black fog won't be poisonous, right?

This is a linguistic habit, and generally speaking, when people use the sentence structure "It's not going to be okay, is it?", but they actually know in their hearts what will happen in their hearts. It's like a girl in the same dormitory, seeing that her roommate didn't return all night, and the next day she found out that she and her boyfriend were out all night, and everyone was worried, and a pure woman would be a little timid and say, "The two of them won't be that, right?"

Luo Qian is the same, he knows in his heart that this black fog is poisonous, and the things on the ancient battlefield are by no means ordinary, although tens of millions of years have passed, he still doesn't dare to bet on his character: this poisonous fog has expired, and the poison has disappeared.

A black shadow fell in front of him, and Bao'er Freedom fell on Luo Qian's thigh, and her hand was already inserted into the crockpot. Luo Qian shouted, but Bao'er took her hand out with a smile. Luo Qian was surprised: Bao'er's hands were as white as jade, there was no trace of poisoning, and he was holding something in his hand, the shape of a glass, and the golden light was flowing inside. It was what Master Bussmo was looking for.

Luo Qian didn't make a big deal, and scolded angrily: "Damn Bussmo, this commission is very hard and dangerous, Lao Tzu is losing money!" He wanted to go to Bussmo to theorize and raise the price a little more, but after thinking about it, forget it, since everyone is a businessman and not an underworld, then we must be honest. Luo Qian is a predator with professional ethics, and he can't put on a face of "our whole family is a triad", and then change the commercial terms that have been reached and put into effect with Bussmo.

Bao'er pouted, Luo Qian saw him pointing to the crockpot, and asked with some confusion: "What's wrong?" Bao'er grabbed it with her hand, Luo Qian frowned: "Do you want me to take it out too?" Luo Qian was suspicious, put his hand in, and touched it: the space inside was not there, he didn't even touch the wall of the tank.

My fingers touched something and I took it out. It turned out to be a chessboard. Criss-crossed, with chess pieces glued to them. Luo Qian didn't take this inconspicuous thing to heart, but after taking one look and looking at it for the second time, he felt a little different: is there a second sight of the chessboard in addition to the beauty of the second sight?

This chessboard looks no different from a normal one, but when you look at it again, you can see that there seem to be a lot of chess pieces. Looking at it again, I felt that the vertical and horizontal of the chessboard was a little chaotic. Inside each square, there is another chessboard, on which there are also sticky pieces......

Luo Qian was taken aback, and leaned on it to take a closer look, his breath in his nose sprayed on the chessboard, with a hint of fairy breath. The chessboard suddenly turned into a ball of golden light, swayed upward, and was immediately blocked by something, exploded and made the sky full of Venus falling, scattered on the ground, and the golden pillars of light spun and climbed up like a tornado, and among the pillars of light, stood a golden armor man!

After all, this room is narrow, and Luo Qian only has a trace of immortal energy, so only a small number of golden armor people have been summoned, and there are a total of thirty-four golden armor people in the room.

Luo Qian didn't say a word, picked up his baby son and kissed him, and then immediately put his hand into the crockpot again. But this time, after touching for a long time, I didn't find anything. Luo Qian hugged his son again: "Baby, is this thing a legendary cornucopia?" Bao'er shook her head. "Cornuette?" Bo'er shook her head. "Jubao Night Pot?" Bao'er continued to shake her head......

"It wasn't, it was just two treasures. Someone who was not greedy enough smacked his mouth regretfully, and reluctantly threw away the crockpot and the storage ring.

summoned his own Golden Armor Robot No. 1 and No. 2 and sealed them into the chessboard, Luo Qian realized that these Golden Armor Machines were just a chess piece in the hands of a strategic general. If it is used well, a chess piece can open the whole game, and if it is not used well, a large piece of chess pieces will be easily blocked.