In the end, Fang Guiyuan still didn't grind Liang Po's dead skin, and took out the baby gourd to contribute to him.

However, this time he was too lazy to use his mana to urge the gourd to suck people in, but enlarged the gourd and lay it flat on the ground, allowing Liang Po to climb into it by himself towards the mouth of the gourd - although it also requires hands, but this is not worth Fang Daochang's determination to see Liang Po's good show!

Liang Po looked at the mouth of the gourd with half his height, and his heart was still full of sadness, after all, the material of this gourd looked similar to black jade, and there was a bunch of flames burning next to it, so as soon as it was reflected, his ugly face was clearly reflected.

Alas, heart congestion!

As soon as his body was crooked, Liang Po was about to stuff himself into the gourd.

Fang Guiyuan, who was watching from the side, suddenly changed his face, bruised and purple, and stopped talking.

"What's wrong with you?" Liang Po asked him.

"Hmm...... It's nothing, I just saw something I shouldn't see. Elder Fang Dao's face flushed, feeling a little ashamed.

"What the hell is going on, what do you see?" said Liang Po with a grimace.

It's too wrong to look at the appearance of this Taoist priest, why do you suddenly react like this?

"Ahem...... "Fang Dao Chang covered his mouth and coughed embarrassedly, "What's that...... Brother, you're exposed. ”

"What's wrong with this son? Besides, this son has no clothes to wear, where is it not revealed?" Alas, I insist on asking this son to expose my scars, it's miserable enough to have no clothes to wear, and you still have to force me to face the reality.

Fang Guiyuan smiled indifferently, and stretched out his hand to point to an unspeakable place between his two legs.

"Brother, your little brother has come out, tsk, this shrinkage is serious enough, if you hadn't climbed in and lifted your legs, I wouldn't have been able to see this thing. ”

Liang Po, as a genuine ancient, although he was a little pampered, he had never heard of this kind of slightly profound words, and he didn't react to what Fang Guiyuan was saying for a while.

"What Poor Dao said is, little brother, that thing of yours is exposed, just the one used for your wife!" Fang Guiyuan emphasized again.

Look, this time the poor Dao said it clearly enough, right? And although he called Liang Po's little brother, it is really difficult to say about this age, according to the age of this life, Fang Guiyuan has to be a little younger than him.

But this doesn't mean anything, after all, Fang Guiyuan is a superimposed person who has lived for three lifetimes, and Liang Po is a dead guy, even if his brain recovers, his IQ and life experience will stay at the moment of his death.

"What?!" This time Liang Po understood it, and immediately pulled off the leg that was placed at the mouth of the gourd, tightened his legs, covered the balls with both hands, and looked at Fang Guiyuan vigilantly.

It was as if the high-winded and bright Fang Dao chief was going to do something to him.

"You'd better hurry up and get in, otherwise I can't help my gourd's temper, and besides, running naked is not a good habit. Fang Guiyuan stared at his face and persuaded.

Liang Po looked shy again, and finally let Fang Guiyuan turn his back before climbing in.

Fang Daochang: Really, the ancients were really not good at serving.

Of course, at this time, it is also appropriate to forget the fact that you are also an ancient.

After Liang Po went into the gourd to calm down, Fang Guiyuan patted his head, "I haven't finished saying this yet, why did I let him in!"

But after the people come out, they can continue to talk, it's not a big deal, Fang Dao Chang is still so ten days and half a month away?

He simply went back into the tent and went back to sleep.

Waiting for Fang Guiyuan to wake up again, another half a month has passed-it is said that sleeping is also a craft, as a cultivator, a lot of time that has nothing to do is consumed by sleeping, so sometimes it is possible to sleep for a thousand years...... However, Fang Guiyuan is not such a powerful character, you must know that if he really sleeps for a thousand years, he may have to sleep to death...... He just got into the habit of waking up on time – like setting the time before going to bed and when to wake up.

patted the black jade gourd and woke up the guy inside, "Are you awake?"

After a while, Liang Po's voice came from inside the gourd, "Okay, okay, I'm okay with my face, you can let me out!"

So Fang Guiyuan let him out and threw him into the sand.

"Phew, phew!" Liang Po rolled on the sand, spitting out the sand that had accidentally slipped into his mouth.

"Hey, you're pretty good-looking. Fang Guiyuan looked at Liang Po, who had already undergone "plastic surgery", and felt a little surprised.

Listening to the tone of his voice, I thought it was a bear child, who knew that this guy was so romantic?

However, it is common sense to look at people and not faces.

"Of course, this world is noble, how can it be not good-looking?" Liang Po was proud.

Fang Guiyuan was too lazy to talk nonsense with this complacent guy, "Okay, I haven't finished talking about it last time, you continue to tell me, don't talk about it." ”

"What did I say last time?"

"The last time you came out, I asked you why you didn't stay in your own coffin, and you didn't finish talking and went down in the gourd. ”

"That's ......" Liang Po remembered, and then he was about to stand up and talk to Fang Guiyuan.

"Wait a minute!" Fang Guiyuan stopped his movements, "You put on your clothes first!"

"Oh......" Liang Po was embarrassed again, although he has now regained his appearance before his death, but after all, he has become a drought, his physical activities are always a little stiff, and his blood is even more clean......

So the blushing thing can be said to be insulated from him, and he can only learn from Liu Chongyuan to be a handsome facial paralysis in the future.

What a delight!

Stumbling to change into the modern clothes handed to him by Guiyuan, Liang Po was still a little surprised by the quality of the clothes after a thousand years, "Why did I tear it as soon as I grabbed it?

That's your reason, okay?

Rolling his eyes, Fang Dao Chang handed him a new past, "If you break your clothes again this time, don't blame me for not giving it to you!"

After changing his clothes, Liang Po finally got out of the embarrassing situation of "the wind blows the eggs and is not cool", and now he is also in the mood to talk to Fang Guiyuan.

"It was after I killed the thieves who had trespassed into my tomb that I felt a strange attraction to me from outside, and I went out through the hole that the group had made...... You also said that I can't have a good brain, I don't have a good memory, and as a zombie, you don't expect me to have any brains......"

"I knew that I was walking everywhere in the desert, and when the sun came out, I didn't move, and I just lay down...... I don't even know where I'm by myself!"

"Oh, that sounds like a problem...... Did you have any special images that night?"

"Yes? Let me think about it. Liang Po was in a commotion again, "It seems to be ...... The moon was so round and bright that night that I couldn't help but scream at it!"

Full moon?

Fang Guiyuan thought about it, and felt that the night Liang Po was woken up should have hit a cloudy day, so he had a chance to transform from a zombie to a drought.

After all, after the average zombie is awakened, it will only pursue flesh and blood, and there is no reason, even if the good luck produces this brain, it is not easy to become a drought.

This condition requires sufficient cultivation and sufficient yin energy.

Generally speaking, no matter how strong the yin qi of a cemetery is, there will be very little left after supplying a zombie, and it is impossible for flesh and blood to be obtained at will, otherwise if it attracts the attention of some cultivators, it will end well if the bones are broken and ashes scattered.

On the other hand, a cloudy day is a special day, and there is no pattern in this special period, at least until now, no one in the cultivation world can deduce it.

On the night of that day, it was the closest time for the Taiyin Star to the mortal realm, not to mention its distance, but also to its breath.

The extreme yin and dark qi descended on the earth, and the moon bloomed greatly, and all creatures who practiced the negative exercises could get countless benefits from it.

The moon shines like the sun.

With so much yin qi, so much energy, and a little reason from Liang Po himself, it's no wonder that he can pile up a drought fish.

"Why are you so lucky?" Fang Guiyuan was a little jealous, the poor road had never encountered a cloudy day, okay?