Master Mixer [Rebirth]

Lu Ming's expression changed, his eyes were like pools. Very good, I don't understand if the enemy is not moving, let's see who can survive who.

Sang Wusheng frowned and looked at Lu Ming. He didn't believe that this person hadn't noticed that he had woken up from beginning to end!

233 coldly watched the two of them secretly wrestling with each other before the peak duel, and sighed helplessly.

The two of them just kept silent, pretending to be deaf and dumb. One person sat on the grass with a cold expression, the other pretended to practice the magic weapon, and did not say a word to break the silence for two hours. 233, who wanted to watch the annual drama, waited for a long while, but the two of them still died carelessly. It made 233 so irritated that they would just tie them together to see when they were willing to put down their faces. Start a head-to-head confrontation.

The two stayed together for a day without saying a word. In the end, Sang Wusheng was exhausted and couldn't hold back and passed out. Upon seeing this, Lu Ming immediately stopped his movements, and ran all the way to give him aura. After the dark lines on his cheeks gradually disappeared, he withdrew the aura and went back to practice in front of the refining cauldron.

So and so, it goes round and round.

233 was shocked from the very beginning to nothing more, but now it is calm. I can't help but sigh in my heart, it turns out that the result of the two Mensaos combined is only the inner drama.

The sun and the moon are like streams, time flies by. At the fingertips, three years have passed. Lu Ming's refining skills were finally successfully lit, not only repairing the glazed stones, but also mastering the higher-level refining methods.

Sang Wusheng was in a coma almost all the time, even if he woke up occasionally, he fainted again in Luming's silence and ignorance. Occasionally, he tried to stay awake, watching the young man rushing towards him, pressing his warm palm against his heart, and slowly conveying aura to him.

Sometimes he pretended to faint, quietly squinted his eyes, and opened a small slit to observe him in secret. The boy would frown almost every time, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his expression would always be unchangeable and serious.

It’s just that Sang Wusheng himself didn’t realize that his original look at the young man Leng Yu’s inquisition had completely changed without knowing it. Every time he looked at Luming’s position, he carried countless resentments and made himself deliberately hidden. Lu Ming, who is behind the refining cauldron, feels a chill in his back every day, and his heart is even more shocked. Did this person and him secretly hate him without even saying a word?

Sure enough, the aura of the villain and the protagonist are never in a big match, even if there is no dialogue and zero communication!

233 I don't know how it survived these weird three years. The feeling of knowing that there are too many slots but not knowing where to complain is really going to drive it crazy. It only hopes that the master can quickly end this retreat practice and leave the space to seek relief as soon as possible.

The time in the space is static, neither feeling cold nor hunger, nor feeling the alternation and change of the four seasons. Lu Ming and Sang Wusheng have hardly changed their appearance and body shape during these three years. Although Sang Wusheng was puzzled in his heart, he was still struggling with Lu Ming and resolutely did not take the initiative to ask questions.

Lu Ming didn't notice Sang Wusheng's entangled heart at all. He just looked at the glazed stone in his hand with satisfaction, and his voice was still low and pleasant: "I finally succeeded."

Sang Wusheng was taken aback for a moment. Before he could react, Lu Ming walked towards him indifferently, reached out his hand and touched his forehead, and said with a serious expression: "The devilish energy is almost suppressed, as long as you don't If you deliberately drive the devilish energy, you won't fall into a coma again."

Sang Wusheng didn't have an interface, but looked at him silently. Lu Ming twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling a little bit angrily in his heart. This Sang Wusheng was really not so tolerable. He didn't say a word to him in three years, except for occasionally shouting two mothers when he was in a coma. He almost thought that this person had taken the dumb medicine by mistake.

The protagonist's skill is indeed profound, can't we be able to compare it!

Lu Ming sighed faintly, and suddenly stretched out his finger to click on Sang Wusheng's heart. Sang Wusheng gradually lost consciousness in extreme shock, and his shining eyes were full of disbelief.

Seeing that Sang Wusheng had completely lost consciousness, Lu Ming called into the air, "233, take us out of the space."

233 got out of the space crack in excitement, full of tears and said: "Finally you can leave this terrible place! Master, have you basically mastered the method of refining?"

With a wave of Lu Ming's sleeves, he firmly hugged Sang Wusheng in his arms, and said, "Go out first."

233 nodded and immediately started the program to leave the space. Lu Ming felt black in front of his eyes and a pain in his body. After a while, he opened his eyes and went to a room he hadn't set foot in for three years.

The furnishings in the room remained unchanged, even the hot tea that fell before leaving was still warm. Although only twenty minutes have passed since the outside world, he has spent three years cultivating in the space, and he has also been face to face with the legendary Sang Wusheng for three years. Uh...Although this kind of getting along is a bit unusual.

Lu Ming put Sang Wusheng on the bed and covered the quilt, and let 233 lead the way, planning to spend a night in the Hejia Refining Workshop, waiting to return the repaired colored glaze stones the next day.

After Qiguai Baguai walked away for more than half an hour, Lu Ming and 233 finally arrived at the Refining Workshop. The location of the Hejia Refining Workshop is extremely sloping, with a milky white high wall all around, and the top of the wall is covered with large and small sharp thorns.

Lu Ming approached and saw that this wall was actually made of marble. Every few meters of the wall, there are various strange patterns on the surface. Lu Ming knew that this should be used to prevent outsiders from entering the specially set up organ.

The guard who was holding his hand at the door saw that it was Young Master He who had come, and hurriedly bowed his head in panic, trying to search his memory and recall whether he had offended him in the past. Although the location here is relatively biased, the eldest master suddenly seems to have changed his person during this period of time, and he no longer dared to contemptuously, and said tremblingly: "Master, you are here."

Lu Ming nodded, and said lightly, "Find a separate room for me."

The person immediately said yes, sent two of his men to guard the door, and led Lu Mingchao into the Hejia Refining Workshop.

There were many He family refiners in the refining workshop. When everyone saw that it was the young master who had come in, there was a hint of surprise in their eyes. I heard that this young master had recovered his aura before, and now he has stepped into the refining workshop that he has been in the future, presumably everything that happened today is true.

When everyone watched the young master whispering, Lu Ming had a keen sense of hearing. Although he did not deliberately listen to it, he almost leaked into his ears. It was nothing more than some scornful and mocking remarks. Lu Ming just treated it as a breeze blowing, the slightest bit. Not affected. Lu Ming's mind has always been like a bright mirror, and he naturally understands that if you treat you sincerely, whether you are precious or servile, your mind will never change. So these insignificant people didn't care about him at all.

Lu Ming was watching as he walked, and was suddenly attracted by a young man. He stopped and looked at where he was. I saw the young man frowning, staring at the book in his hand over and over again, the golden fire under the refining cauldron was burning, and the cauldron exuded bursts of scorching smell, the young man scratched his scalp impatiently and sighed heavily. Sighed.

When Lu Ming smelled this, he knew it clearly. This young man should be making a medium-sized spiritual weapon, but he didn't master the method well, and he fell short at the last moment.

The young man smashed the booklet on the ground angrily, and said angrily: "The method recorded in the book will not succeed at all!"

Lu Ming picked up the booklet that had fallen by his feet, took a closer look, then raised his eyes to the young man and said, "You have too strong aura, and your aura has been released too strongly, so that it didn't succeed."

The young man was taken aback, and then reacted, and roared at Lu Ming angrily: "Where is the stinky boy, get out of me quickly! Do you know what a refining device is? How dare to speak out here!"

"Presumptuous!" Before Lu Ming spoke, the guide beside him sternly said to the youth, "This is the young master of the He family, how can you allow you to insult at will!"

The young man was taken aback for a moment, and said in a daze, "Master He family? Isn't that a waste person?"

"You still said!" The leader jumped and said angrily, "I think you don't want to live anymore!"

Lu Ming waved his hand and signaled that the leader does not need to care, and then said to the young man: "If you want to succeed, try to see if the proposal I just made is correct."

After all, before the young man could react, he left straight away.

The young man was there, snorted coldly, contempt in his eyes. However, he listened to Lu Ming's words in his heart, tried to reduce the intensity of the fire, and then slowed the release speed of aura by a factor of two.

I just tried it at will, but I didn't expect it to be successful. The young man looked at the direction of the boy's disappearance in shock, and was speechless for a long time. The young master of the He family seemed to be different from the rumors.

233 was hugged by Lu Ming, and said excitedly: "Master, what you did just now is so beautiful! The domineering value has increased by 1%!"

Lu Ming was taken aback, and said helplessly, "This can also add experience points?"

233 said: "Of course, so the master has to show his talents in the future."

When Lu Ming heard the words, he immediately said: "It is sometimes not a good thing to show a sharp edge, and everything is fine with the flow."

233 instantly turned into star eyes and exclaimed: "The master is the master, and he taught me such a vivid lesson. However, it would be better if you vowed not to take care of your enemy again! I'm afraid of you and him. If you are not careful, it develops into a fate of falling in love and killing each other."

Lu Ming patted its head again, and said angrily: "Lock all the TV series in your storage disk for three days!"

233 looked at Lu Ming in horror: "Master, master, don't be so cruel, please!"

Lu Ming snorted coldly, and stopped taking care of his begging stupid pet. But his thoughts drifted far away, thinking of the Sang Wusheng who had been relatively speechless for three years, and he didn't know if he had woken up at the moment.

And Sang Wusheng in Luming's room opened his eyes the moment Luming left. He looked around his surroundings dimly for a moment, and an inexplicable smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He slowly concentrated the spiritual energy on the palm of his hand, and immediately afterwards, the black magic energy overflowed from the whole body. The black magic energy seemed to be conscious, hovering around him and moving slowly.

After a long time, the black air gradually dissipated, and the boy on the bed seemed to have changed into a pair of skins. The original handsome appearance has disappeared, replaced by a lovely-looking white and tender boy.

He smiled slightly, two shallow dimples appeared on his cheeks, and a pair of bright black eyes carried colors that were only available when they succeeded, like glazed glaze that shone in the dark night, shining dazzlingly.

The little boy on the bed stared at the doorway in a daze. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, his eyelashes trembled lightly, and he whispered: "It's you again... did you save me?"