The ancestors engaged in introversion in Xiuxianwen

Qiongminghe Will: "..."

Fuzhuo: "..."

Do you mind?

Want to pry his grave after death?

He shook his head with a dull face, "No."

"I feel it." Ran Ling dispelled him, "You are working for me, don't you take your baby, are you going to go back to eat dirt?"

"???"

What do workers eat? Isn't this something that employers should consider?

Is it reasonable to exploit workers instead?
The will of Qiongminghe on the side is about to die of laughter.

Apart from laughing to death, he was still a little vigilant, what if this pervert hit him?
Fuzhuo and Ranling stared at each other silently for a few seconds, but in the end Fuzhuo was the first to lose, and helplessly flew ahead to lead the way.

He is a soul body and cannot carry things.

And in the future, he doesn't want to go back to this ghost place again.

This cheap price is really something that Dying Ling has to take advantage of.

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Ranling dug the ground three feet, plucked the wild goose's hair, and did not waste a single bit of spirit deeply moved everyone, so much so that everyone looked at her with complicated eyes.

Fuzhuo: She is such a strong fairy, is she really... so poor?
What kind of employer did he promise himself to?
He is so extravagant, now, will he be starved to death?
Qiong Minghe's will was full of sadness, and he couldn't help worrying about the 56 places in the Danluo Tower.

He deeply doubted whether she would directly pry Danluota out of a hole.

With such a mood in mind, the few people finally left the Meteor Domain and returned to the birthplace of Danluo Tower, the huge square formed by the splicing of four islands.

The passage of time in the Meteor Domain is also different from that of the outside world. They spent only four or five days in the Meteor Domain, and it has been more than half a month in the outside world. Many people who did not get the Pillfall Crystal left one after another because they couldn't wait.

But some people stayed and wanted to see the excitement.

So today's square is still full of people, some are meditating and practicing, some are practicing swords and knives, and some even put up all kinds of treasures such as spells and elixir and sell them. It is a prosperous scene.

"...It's too late to say it, but the little general Fu is so brilliant with his red-tasseled spear that he can take the head of an enemy out of thousands of troops!"

In a simple storytelling shed, the storyteller speaks vividly, and the spittle flies straight!

"The enemy was killed by him without leaving a piece of armor! In the end, the enemy looked into his eyes, full of horror, and didn't dare to go any further!"

The hearts of the audience below were pounding, and the blood in their bodies was almost boiling, as if they had witnessed this scene with their own eyes!
At this time, the storyteller let out a long sigh, and his tone slowly dropped, "It's a pity that the anger and pain of being betrayed by a brother of flesh and blood overwhelmed Little General Fu, and he turned his spirit into a demon in the end."

Everyone was infected by this emotion, they all lowered their heads, and in their hearts, they tried all kinds of beautiful words to that little general brother.

"What then?"

Someone couldn't help asking.

"Later..." The storyteller spoke in a long tone, whetted the audience's appetite, stroked his beard, and shook his head slowly, "Later, no one knew what the reason was, or maybe it was because of God's pity that the little general was born again , and became the famous God of War!"

"All the way up, reach the top and become a fairy!"

Everyone scoffed at this kind of vague speech, but the ending was so satisfactory that they couldn't say any more words of condemnation, and only a strange guess arose in their hearts.

"But he has never used his red-tasseled gun again, and he has never seen the handsome young man of Jingui again. The only thing he has with him all day long is a flute with white jade and red tassels."

At some point, two figures stood not far from the storytelling shed, a little leaf puppet sitting on the shoulder of a woman in red, staring at the storytelling place, dazed.

After a long time, his shoulders suddenly collapsed.

A small group, exuding a depression that cannot be ignored.

Ran Ling and Xie Heng looked at each other, and at the same time looked at the leaves on the shoulder.

Ran Ling poked him with his finger.

Perhaps it was because Fuzhuo was in such a bad mood at the moment, that he was allowed to poke and poke like a lump of mud.

Xie Heng: "..."

Xie Heng grabbed Ran Ling's hand, shook his head at her, and led her towards the Star Chasing Sect.

Ran Ling had no choice but to put away his desire to do evil.

During the time when Fuzhuo occupied Xie Heng's body, for some unknown reason, not only did he not hurt the other party, but he also spent some of his little strength to repair it so that he could better use this body in the future.

In this way, Xie Heng naturally didn't need to feel hatred towards Fuzhuo.

The souls coexist as one body, and in the constant squeeze and collision, they will vaguely look at the memory of the other party, and Xie Heng glimpsed some floating past.

Such things, such feelings, even after more than a thousand years, will only ferment more mellow and intense.

The moment Qiongminghe Will returned to the original world, he ran non-stop boldly, not knowing whether he was going to repair the Danluo Pagoda, or he was deliberately avoiding the plague god Dying Ling.

Ever since he met Ranling, he hasn't had a day of comfort.

The appearance and temperament of Ran Ling and Xie Heng are too outstanding, as soon as they appeared, they attracted the attention of many people in the square.

Coupled with the matter of killing the secret realm, it was almost rumored, and Ranling suddenly became the focus of attention.

"Look! She is the ancestor of the Dyeing Spirit of the Star Chasing Sect! She is absolutely perverted, and she took a total of 56 Pillfall Crystals by herself!"

"My God! Then she dared to show up, isn't she afraid of being beaten by everyone?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Even the powerful forces of the East and West can't help her. What's the use of us trash together?"

"It's said that Zhuxing Zongman is full of calculations. It seems that there are only seven people. What should they do with the 56 quotas for entering the tower?"

"I don't know, maybe the old ancestor mainly focuses on one-on-one communication with that will. As for what the communication will be like, who knows? Anyway, it's cheap, and others probably can't take advantage of it. If you want to secretly buy one, you'd better take it as soon as possible." Cancel it."

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All kinds of discussions continued, words such as "pervert" and "monster" emerged one after another, and Ran Ling couldn't help but have black lines on his face when he heard it.

On the huge square, the territories of the major forces of all parties are clearly divided, and various patterns that can represent their identities are lit up.

The head of Daoyanzong came out of the tent when he heard the movement. The copper coin in his hand was smooth and slippery. When he saw the two talented men and women coming side by side from a distance, he turned his eyes and looked at it calmly. He glanced at the master of Tingfeng Pavilion.

Since seeing Xie Heng appear, the other party's face has become very ugly.

The people of the Star Chasing Sect have been very busy these two days, and they are constantly being friendly, provoked, or ridiculed by different people and forces...

On the left, your ancestors are so powerful, why are you so useless.

There is a question about whether the ancestor of Ranling has any cultivation experience.

Asking them, they wished they could pack their bags and go back to the Zongmen immediately.

What is this called.

Didn't you see they were busy?

Can they let them practice with peace of mind?

Even Elder Yun, who had always been calm, became a little irritable after a few days of torture.

The members of the Star Chasing Sect, who were supposed to be exceptionally beautiful, looked like mice crossing the street these few days, finding an extremely secluded corner, poking their heads, for fear that someone would find out where they were hiding again.