She once killed an immortal who left the Xiaoli world and came back again. Among the relics was a dusty and very old lamp. At that time, I thought it was not an ordinary thing, so I kept it away, almost forgetting its existence. Suddenly thinking about it, I felt that it was the same thing for some reason.
Turning the broken lamp out again, Hu Qing stood in the middle and looked around his warehouse with a headache. There’s a lot of stuff and it’s time to clean it up. Moreover, the stone spirits discharged from the island of the Gold Swallowing Beast have not been moved for a long time.
I will take inventory later and replace the ones I don’t need with replacement materials. Oh, I also need to sort out one suitable for the Xiaoli world.
The silk cloth fluttered over and watched her try to put the lamp on the human figure. No matter which hand she put it in, it didn't fit.
Opened up: "Put the lamp under the person."
kindness?
Hu Qing looked at the bottom of the lamp, it was flat. The human bottom is also flat. I put the person on the lamp, but still can't pick it up.
The silk cloth spoke again: "Burn it."
Hu Qing stretched out his hand, and six balls of spiritual fire flew over. He squeezed the two vessels into the middle hand in hand and burned them fiercely in the air. .
“When can my spiritual fire be cultivated into a fire essence.”
Just sighing, after all, the old spirit fire in Canjian Mountain is not a fire spirit.
Huh? This makes Jin Jing, that fool, so precious.
Oh, by the way, there is also a water spirit. Is the injury healed?
Hu Qing and Juanbu chatted idlely: "Have you seen the fire spirit, earth spirit and wood spirit?"
Suibu asked back: "Why do you think I haven't seen them?"< br>
Hu Qing choked: "I've seen it before."
"Ang. My ex has his own tricks."
Hu Qing: "How did such an awesome person like your ex die? ? Say it, and I will take it as a warning. ”
Silk. Bu: "You're so stupid. You really need to take this as a warning."
Based on the character shown by Silk Bu and the things he tried his best to stop himself from doing, Hu Qing could guess that he must be a character. , the heart should not be bad, at least not bad for silk cloth.
After the spiritual fire burned out, he put the two brand-new items into Hu Qing's hands. The tatters have been given a new look. Although they still feel old, the dirt on them has been burned away, and the original appearance can be seen.
Hu Qing studied back and forth for a long time, and finally saw the doorway. The lamp and the person can be disassembled. Because the joints were handled very skillfully, if she hadn't been proficient in weapons, she wouldn't have noticed it at all.
Tsk, we are also masters.
I fumbled to take the lamp apart. It looked like there were more than thirty parts on the outside, but in fact I took out more than seventy pieces. The texture of each seam was different.
Hu Qing thoughtfully dismantled the human body. As expected, the human body was broken into more pieces, more than 150 pieces. The seam patterns were also different, and they were obviously different from the seams of the lamp. The pattern is a set.
"They actually match each other." Silk cloth said in surprise.
Hu Qing smiled: "Hu Nuan and I are very lucky."
She got the lamp, and Hu Nuan chose the person.
Juanbu followed with a smile: "I turned around and took Hu Huahua to search for treasures. I can feel that his wat beast bloodline has improved, so he must have better luck."
"Oh? You know him? blood concentration? ”
"Of course - I don't know. But he should have ancient blood. When we met this time, I felt that his aura was unstable, and he had the appearance of a breakthrough demon."
In the bloodline classification of the demon clan, there are Miscellaneous bloodline, racial bloodline, etc. Miscellaneous blood is just blood, supplying nutrients to the demon body. The racial bloodline is responsible for inheriting the natural skills of the race. Miscellaneous blood is also called waste blood. Those with only miscellaneous blood in their bodies are ordinary animals and have only survival skills. Only those who have awakened their racial bloodline can use skills and talents. The thicker the racial bloodline, the more talents and skills are awakened, and the greater the room for improvement. As for returning to the ancient bloodline, it is possible to learn the ultimate move of the ancestors. As long as there is a trace of ancient blood, it is enough to make him stand at the top of the race. Hu Qing knew this, but he didn't care much about it. Hu Huahua didn't want to return to the family, no matter how much blood there was. Anyway, in her eyes as a mother, as long as the child is strong enough not to be bullied.
She didn't answer anything, and Silk Bu kept talking to himself: "I didn't expect his biological father to be from the dragon clan."
Hu Qing reassembled it according to the pattern. They are almost the same, so you have to distinguish the differences carefully. Sometimes when you look at similar items put together and feel they don’t fit together, you take them apart again.
"The dragon bloodline is also pretty good. In fact, if we are serious about it, the potential of the dragon bloodline is greater than that of the Watmon. After all, the Dragon Ancestor is a god, and the dragon's combat power is not comparable to that of the Watmon. But, luck is something special. "Xiehu - Hu Qing, what did you do?"
The squeaking silk cloth occasionally swept Hu Qing's hand, and he was shocked and almost screamed.
Hu Qing was also very embarrassed. She didn’t know why it turned out like this after assembling it—the two figures were strangely overlapping together as if
“Wrong, wrong, wrong. , start over." Quickly dismantle, the ambiguous mass turned into pieces.
The silk cloth swept back and forth on her face and flicked: "I'm going to take a look at your peach blossom charm to see if it lights up."
"It won't light up." Hu Qing said this deliberately, but actually he was a little expecting in his heart.
After hundreds of years, the iron tree must also be blooming.
The silk cloth came back: "It's not bright."
The light in Hu Qing's eyes suddenly went out.
Sunbu couldn't feel the pain of human beings who wanted to fall in love, so he chatted with her again: "Personally, I prefer phoenixes. I have seen phoenixes. They are phoenixes, not those phoenixes and luan birds. Okay. It's so beautiful that you can't even imagine how beautiful the phoenix's feathers are. They can cover the entire sky. According to legend, there was a Phoenix God who saw that the sky was very monotonous, so he appeared in his true form and flew across the sky in all realms, and then there was this. Colorful clouds——"
Blah blah blah.
Hu Qing looked at his hands in a daze.
The silk cloth was confused: "One person killed another person?"
How can Hu Qing explain it? It was obvious that one person knelt down next to another person and stabbed him in the stomach.
Tear it down and come again!
"Well, I heard that real phoenixes can no longer be seen in the fairy world. It is said that pure phoenixes, divine dragons and other divine beasts have disappeared. Is it a rule of heaven? Have they all gone to the divine realm? Let's talk about the Chongming Bird. She looks just like that, Caicai is a pretty good child. Why does her father look so colorful? What about? You ask her mother which clan she is from. But, I think Caicai’s aura needs to break through—"
Stop suddenly and ask her: "Can’t you come up with something serious? ?”
What’s more awesome this time is that one person grew out of another person’s body.
Hu Qing was so angry that he threw it on the ground: "Do it again!" He scolded the silk cloth, "You are always nagging around me. Do you think what you are nagging is serious?"
Juanbu was happy: "What, let me recite a heart-clearing spell for you?"
I blame others for my handicap.
Hu Qing took it apart again. This time I didn’t rush to put it back together. I carefully inspected the small parts. Sure enough, I took out a few more pieces and put them back together again.
The silk cloth said: "Isn't this supposed to be able to be put together into different shapes?"
Hu Qingpao said: "Why didn't I think of that."
< br>This time she spelled it out again, it was a person holding a lantern, it looked much better than the previous three times.
Poking his finger on the flexibly swinging lantern, Hu Qing said: "Why do I think incense should be burned here?"
The silk cloth sneered: "Recognize the master, what's the use of guessing by yourself." (This chapter End)