In the end, it was the red panda Fat Eater who stood up in front of Song Qiu, and roared fiercely with a "babbling" to scare the roaring dog away. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Watching the red panda slap the head of the roaring dog with one palm and slap it to the ground, but the roaring dog just looked at the red panda pitifully, Song Qiu couldn't help but sigh deeply, this dog will definitely be a strict wife in the future.

Covering his buttocks, which had been bitten again, Song Qiu was depressed and found that he was either bitten by a dog or chased and bitten by a dog that night.

He lay on the bed and protested to Erlang God: "Erlang Zhenjun, how can you let a divine dog like the Roaring Sky Dog bite someone, and what about the dignity of the gods?"

Erlang God shook over a sentence lightly: "If you don't have a dog to bite, it will be meaningless." ”

Song Qiu gritted his teeth, and eagerly kicked Erlang God into the sky with a roundabout kick. (Note: This paragraph is all League of Legends stalks, if you don't understand, please skip it...... ）

Looking at Song Qiu's miserable appearance of covering his buttocks, Erlang God frowned and said, "Come on, your body has been strengthened, even if the Roaring Sky Dog bites you, you won't lose an extra piece of meat, as for pretending to be like this?"

Song Qiu muttered: "Even if you don't lose the meat, it still hurts, why don't you try?"

"What did you say?" asked Erlang God in a slightly higher tone.

"Nothing, nothing. Song Qiu was stunned, he didn't want to continue to have a dog hanging on his buttocks, although the Roaring Sky Dog was a divine dog, but it was not elegant to hang on his butt all the time, right?

Seeing that Fat Eater was happily kneading and kneading the mouth of the Howling Sky Dog with his meat paws, Song Qiu took the ball placed on the edge of the bed in his hand.

After listening to the story of Erlang God, Song Qiu was full of curiosity about this round ball.

He held the ball in front of his eyes and looked at it repeatedly, and there was a slight warmth from the palm of his hand.

This warm, itchy touch was familiar to Song Qiu, like the sensation that came from the tips of his fingers when he used the Great Yan Fu Spell.

This is the golden crow that was shot down by Hou Yi back then?

What would it be like if you drew a talisman on a sphere using the Great Charm technique?

Song Qiu did it as soon as he thought of it, his fingers lightly swiped on the surface of the sphere, and the golden lines were like a sharp knife, easily breaking through the orange sphere.

A golden light that was very similar to the Great Yan Fu Spell burst out from the ball, and the brightness of the light was far brighter than the golden rays on Song Qiu's fingertips, like a magnificent morning sun rising from behind the mountain, overpowering all the colors in the world.

The light alarmed everyone and the animals in the room.

Erlang God stared at the round ball with wide eyes, suddenly remembered the fat food at his feet, and immediately blocked the two big eyes of the red panda with his hand, and shouted in his mouth: "Cast a spell!"

Monk Daozhen saw the opportunity very quickly, and before Erlang God spoke, he had already cast a spell, and in an instant, a black curtain suddenly enveloped the entire room, so that the light in the room did not shine out at all.

In the room, the golden glow was the only color.

The three of them and one dog stared blankly at the ball, and they couldn't see any other color in their eyes except gold.

Song Qiu was dumbfounded and muttered, "It turns out to be really a sun." ”

His fingers were still on the cracked slit of the ball, and he couldn't feel the heat of the sun except for the light.

On the ground, a fierce and domineering aura burst out from the ball and poured into his body along Song Qiu's fingers.

Song Qiu had a picture of surging flames in his mind, and countless flames were like wild dancers, following the graceful dance steps that moved people's hearts.

There was an indescribable sense of rhythm between the dance steps, with a natural and mysterious taste, Song Qiu was attracted by the flames and immersed in it.

Suddenly, a loud shout came into my mind: "If you don't let go, are you going to burn to death?"

Like a basin of cold water poured from his head, Song Qiu woke up suddenly, and his fingers hurriedly left the sphere.

Song Qiu found that he was greasy, as if he had been soaked with sweat and then evaporated and dried up, and coughed lightly, which turned into a dry and hoarse voice.

Turning his head and looking at Erlang God who was cheering, Song Qiu patted his chest in shock, bowed down and thanked, "Thank you Zhenjun for saving my life." ”

Erlang Zhenjun shook his head and said, "It's just a gesture, don't worry, you can take a look at the situation in your body now." ”

Song Qiu did as he was told, closed his eyes and looked inward, only to see the qi and blood in his body tumbling, and the aura was dense and gradually taking shape, which was very different from the original.

Stunned, Song Qiu asked Erlang God, "Zhenjun, what's the situation?"

Erlang Shen glared at him, and snorted coldly: "You yourself are like a starving ghost who has never seen aura, holding on to the golden crow and not letting go, and not burning you to death, it is already a blessing to the sky, but it has allowed you to gather a lot of aura in your body, and you have saved a lot of effort at once, it is really lucky." ”

Monk Daozhen said with a smile: "As long as Brother Qiu finishes refining the Golden Crow Aura in his body, he will be able to reach the next level of cultivation immediately." Within one day, even had an adventure, and this kind of encounter really made the poor monk admire and envy. ”

The golden black light lying on the bed gradually faded, and finally changed to the orange appearance that I had seen for the first time.

Erlang God withdrew the palm that was blindfolded by the fat eater, and the red panda tilted his head, his hands climbed on the edge of the bed, and he looked at Erlang God with wide round eyes in confusion, probably not understanding why this person was blindfolded.

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The next morning, Song Qiu was walking back to the dormitory after training, when he suddenly glanced at his round bare head squatting under a tree not far away.

walked over and took a look, and sure enough, it was a true monk.

"Master Daozhen, what are you doing here?" Song Qiu asked suspiciously.

Monk Daozhen seemed to be a little distracted, and when he heard Song Qiu's call, he woke up suddenly, and smiled reluctantly: "It's nothing, waiting for you." ”

Two schoolgirls approached him.

One of them asked her companion, "Yihuai, shall we go shopping in the afternoon?"

The gentle woman dressed in white smiled and said, "I have to go to the table tennis hall as a volunteer in the afternoon, so I can't spare time." ”

The female student who spoke earlier pursed her lips and said, "I don't know what's so good about being a volunteer for this University Games, you still have to pull me to participate." ”

Faced with the complaints of her companions, the woman in white just smiled faintly.

Suddenly, her eyes turned and she saw Song Qiu and Daozhen Monk standing on the side of the road.

His eyes were fixed on the Daozhen monk, and a trace of doubt flashed in the woman's moving eyes like autumn water, hesitated for a moment, walked up to the Daozhen monk and asked softly, "This master, have I seen you anywhere?"

"Donor, you have the wrong person. Monk Daozhen lowered his eyes to the ground, folded his hands, bowed his head and chanted the Buddha's name, took a step, and passed by the woman in white.

"Hey, Master Daozhen, why are your bodies trembling?" asked Song Qiu, who was following behind Monk Daozhen, strangely.

"Where are you trembling? It's your eyes that are spent. ”

Monk Daozhen turned to look back, and the woman in white named "Wang Yihuai" had disappeared.

I'm sorry.

Monk Daozhen said silently in his heart.

In order to bless you with happiness and happiness in this life, I have promised this life to the Buddha. If I had an afterlife, I would have held on to you.

"Monk, you're crying. After being silent for a while, Song Qiu said.

Monk Daozhen raised his head, looked at the gloomy sky, and said lightly: "It's raining." ”