The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 1813: Majestic Appearance

Mr. Lu Xun once said that there are fifty great ways, and Heaven has forty-nine of them. If one is missing, everything has a glimmer of hope. To some extent, Li Cang is also trying to prove the saying that Heaven is harmful to people and no one is perfect.

Emmm, I can only say that those who are willing to play games with him are not ordinary people.

Qin Zhenzhen was dazzled by the dazzling death of Mr. Magician. From encouragement to far-fetched arguments to despair to high praise and then back and forth like this, Qin Zhenzhen played all the relevant roles by herself. This can be called a schizophrenic approach in the gaming industry.

"Mistake, this is a mistake!"

"Oh my, why did I die again? Is there something wrong with the design of this game?"

"Ah, I was distracted, I was distracted."

Suo Zhihui laughed until tears streamed down her face, and cried so hard that her body shook. That's right, Comrade Laso is not the petty-minded person like some of the magicians who would get into a fight with Da Leizi just because of a game or a mobile phone and say "you play your game". On the contrary, she enjoys it.

  (Note: See Chapter 528 Li Lace: Fighting Poison with Poison)

Qin Zhenzhen didn't care, she sat upright and didn't mention anything except the game. You drive your car, and if I take the blame for you, I'm a dog. Today, I'm definitely not going to make it, not even a drop left.

But

It's still what Mr. Lu Xun said, there are some things in this world that you can't choose not to get involved in just because you want to. In this world, besides poetry and distant places, there is also the compromise of teammates. Qin Zhenzhen, who was sold out by her pig teammates, was finally exhausted by sustainability.

"Kill her but don't bury her! It's not you who stole the bamboo shoots! I want to move! I want to run away from home! Chusheng!" The whole villa was filled with Qin Zhenzhen's cuckoo-like cuckoo's blood-curdling wail, and then, Suo Zhihui's gloating of adding insult to injury: "Get her! Get rid of her! How cheerful she is! Can you do it, little dog! Didn't you eat?"

"Boss, boss! She, she ...

"Bring it to you!"

At some point, even Li Cang didn't notice, but a faint warm fragrance began to fill the villa.

A faint halo like candlelight rises and diffuses, isolating itself from all disturbances from the outside world. Time seems to slow down, and the sound seems to be trapped in some fluffy and soft cloud corridor, walking slowly, wandering, and then suddenly appearing at a certain time and moment, with a faint sound.

The room of more than 1,300 square meters without any partitions is spacious and airy.

Not only the glass curtain walls, but also the surrounding tables, chairs, decorative objects and even the chandeliers on the roof are gradually disappearing from sight. Fragments of voices that sound like resentment, longing, and weeping are faintly echoing, and low, mysterious Buddhist chants linger in the meantime, forming a sacred and rippling melody.

Qin Zhenzhen blushed, and Suo Zhi painted a solemn and dignified picture.

A civet cat with fluffy white fur was clinging to Suo Zhihui, curling up and stretching in the warm orange light. It had three tails and a face like a fox, with narrow and flowing eyes that were indifferent yet seductive.

"I"

When the civet cat spoke, it made a sound like Suo Zhihui.

"what!"

Suo Zhihui was startled by herself and tried to open her eyes in a daze, but found that her perspective was now directly above the three of them, observing everything through a pair of fox eyes. Seeing her clinging to him in his arms, and seeing him holding a treasure in his hands, she inexplicably developed a sense of jealousy.

"Who?"

From her senses at that moment, Suo Zhihui felt that two blood-red lightnings shot out from Li Cang's suddenly opened eyes, and his scolding was as deafening as a huge bell. A towering shadow broke through the limitations of space in an instant, connecting the sky and the earth, with exposed bones that were hideous and terrifying, and the three-color and three-phase threads were like a cloak, or like a vast ocean.

In the ocean, there were strong winds, raging waves, lightning and thunder.

Suo Zhihui felt like a small boat in a storm, drifting helplessly with the current. Her mind felt destroyed and the pain touched her soul.

"Ok?"

Li Cang seemed to have discovered something, and the three-phase phantom suddenly retracted. The orange-yellow warm light that was torn into pieces by the unreasonableness immediately caused a bizarre rain in the villa. After the rain, the sky cleared up, and a flower, an indescribable and indescribable plant, bloomed in layers, and lotuses bloomed at every step, and vitality jumped in front of him.

Suo Zhihui's blurred eyes suddenly widened as she watched the fourth tail of the civet cat's phantom, which had grown halfway out of a new branch, lose its ability to speak.

Qin Zhenzhen stared blankly for a long time: "Ah? Ah?! You said you don't know martial arts? This is clearly an evil martial art of replenishing yin and yang! Suo Zhihui! Your fox tail is exposed! Your fox tail is exposed!"

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[Fantasy bloodline makeup-faced civet]

The fantasy embodies the bloodline, giving the subordinate (Suo Zhihui, the only one) some of the characteristics, abilities and spirituality of the makeup-faced civet.

Abilities: Incense, Psychic, Incarnation, Makeup, Conversion

Wrapping incense: starting the burning furnace in the morning and listening to the scriptures at dusk.

Spiritual energy: clear muscles and clear bones, and fragrant wisdom roots.

Incarnation: Flower-leaf Bodhi, floating in the world.

Make-up face: Seven tails and nine faces, all like my heart.

Take Refuge: Whatever you think about, you will eventually find your destination.

Bei Zhikang held a piece of paper in his hand, weighing every word and repeatedly pondering it: "It's a very Taoist and Zen bloodline ability. I observed Suo Zhi's bloodline illusion, and it was also majestic. Xiao Tao, why did you oppose the use of this bloodline script in the first place?"

Tao Hongben, who is still called Xiao Tao at his age, scratched his head. It's okay for an old man to call me Xiao Tao, but isn't it a bit too much for you to call Feng Yuanqing Xiao Feng? There is obviously a difference in generation. "Too strong a sense of fate is not a good sign. Our line of work requires one to believe in science and follow one's heart. Anything that makes oneself feel uncomfortable will not bring peace in the end. However, this kind of thing can only be understood but not expressed in words. There is no need to take it too seriously. After all, Tao follows nature!"

"One word from you is better than another!" Zhao Yang tilted his mouth and arched his hands, perfunctorily expressing admiration, "I'm not saying anything bad about my old boss! Hey, it's already this time, why are you digging this thing out again?"

Bei Zhikang glared at this young, unpromising scabby old man with great disgust: "Hong Ben said that her aura changed this time when she came back, but at that time, everyone reviewed the story script entries and didn't think there was any problem. After the panel came out, everything was normal. Tell me, why has it changed now?"

"You're just making some noises, but the girl chose it herself. It's a name that means something. Isn't the meaning obvious? If you want to know why the results of the qi reading are different, why don't you just take a look at Li Cang and you'll understand everything?"

"Once again? If you do it again, you'll have to go find that brat Bian Xiu to perform a ritual if you want to see me in the future!" Tao Hong was grinning, and he shuddered when he thought of the scene last time when his eyes were filled with blood and tears. "But what Yangzi said does make sense. It's not surprising that Suo Zhihui's aura has changed. It should be influenced by Li Cang. She had a sense of fate. She chose him based on this omen!"

Bei Zhikang nodded, his face tightened, and he said proudly: "Okay, let's just discuss it casually. I called you here mainly for something else. I'll invite Li Cang's gang of bastards to have dinner next time, and you all have to be present. You ate my precious Zhenzhen so thoroughly that you have to give an explanation, right? All of you have to speak up and try to get things done as soon as possible!"

Feng Yuanqing almost fell under the table: "Huh?"

Zhao Yang and Old Man Bei grinned at each other: "No, Boss, Instructor Rao hasn't urged us yet. Who among us is so crooked as to dare to ask for this?"

Tao Hongben's eyes look at the nose and his nose looks at the heart: "Ahem."

Bei Zhikang flicked the ash off his cigarette with his fingers and said, "Stupid thing! Hurry up! Hurry up Zhong Jianzhang! Do you think that girl is anxious?"

"Ha, OK, that's great. You call her a girl, right? You treat her as your junior, right? Fine, fine, you go ahead if you can. Your words are just right for the size and length. Anyway, we don't dare to do that. We will wait for you to eat at the banquet with our contributions!"