Non-Human Sub-district Office

Chapter 35

China is from the land of dragons. In addition to a huge pulse of ancestral dragons, there are many small dragons born by the unique landscape.

At the beginning, these dragon veins did not give birth to the ingenuity, and they were often fixed in one place. In the words of the human cultivators of the past, there was a hole in the sky.

These dragon veins are relatively fragile and may disappear with the change of the mountain and the gradually depleted water flow.

Some have been lucky and have not been found to be used to cultivate the government. After a long time, they will give birth to some faint thoughts and instincts, and begin to be able to leave their place of birth and wander around the mountains and rivers.

This kind of small dragon called "walking pulse" is often extremely difficult to find, but once caught, its value is far more than the ordinary dragon.

But no humans or monsters have thought about it. The pulse is actually a little wisdom.

- Because the dragon vein does not have a precedent for becoming fine.

The pulse of the ancestral dragon across the entire land of China has existed since the ancient times, but for so many years, there has been no movement.

Liandi House did not expect it.

The people who set up the bureau in the past were even more unexpected.

After all, the Imperial House is a natural tree that is naturally born and loved by the heavens and the earth. The bureau has stripped him into such a way that it is to take the knife in the heavens and the earth, and this fruit is horrible.

Therefore, in order to be able to eliminate such a large pit of the Emperor's house, the descendants of their own children and grandchildren could be able to spread their lives on the basis of this, and the Central Plains and the Great Wilderness both made their blood.

It is a pity that the pulse that has been caught once is getting more and more clever. It has been waiting for a long time with those who have wisdom. The ignorant wisdom has soared and it has not been long since it was opened.

"I haven’t been as miserable as you think in these years," said Teutah.

If it weren’t with those dragons, how could he get so much—but only a few thousand years ago he was groggy because of the insufficiency of the soul, until hundreds of years ago, two accidents accidentally hit each other face to face, Let him have a glimpse of the soul, he still can not wake up until now.

After returning to the Imperial House, Zigui looked at the old friend's current state and looked at it although it was a little weak, but it was not bad.

It’s just that this **** and fierce is really uncomfortable for people to see.

The former Emperor House was a monster with no such breath in the clear white, and now there is a memory that has been rushing through thousands of years. Zigui only feels that it is not strong.

"What about the Emperor?" He asked, "What happened to Emperor Hugh?"

Emperor House looked at the emperor sitting on the top of the squatting head and said: "The problem of this idiot is better handled. Now the aura of the Central Plains has faded. Many human inheritances have been lost. There are very few people who can find the dragon veins. To my extent, basically follow his cause and effect."

Probably because today's human beings are too weak, the soul of Di Xiu is much more complete than him.

I know that he has a clear awareness when he has just been fished back.

Of course, it may be that the appearance of Di Xiu is a bit sudden, so that the human beings who are greedy have no time to prepare.

Unlike him, he strolled in the Central Plains for more than a decade, and he made a lot of hatred with his temper, and gave him time to understand and set a trap for him.

At that time, the Great Wilderness and the Central Plains were not as strict as they are now.

Because at that time, human beings were also mostly practitioners, and the devils and ghosts of the gods and gods knew the existence of each other, and naturally there was no need to strictly distinguish them.

The situation is different now.

Fortunately, the number of practitioners in human beings is extremely rare nowadays, and it is rare to be able to conceal their own existence and inheritance. Emperor Xiu will not be buried in the same way as he has been buried for thousands of years.

"It's also a good luck." Teya said, "I will do it. You will go back to the wilderness to deal with things over there."

Zigui looked at the merits of the Emperor House and asked: "When can you get the rest of the soul back?"

"That depends on when I can find the few dragons that have been hiding." The Imperial House screamed, "I am very annoyed, one can hide more than one, and it has been emptied several times."

It’s really just the level of ordinary distress to see the Emperor’s house. It’s not too much to say. The claws open the void in front of him, shake off the emperor’s rest sitting on his head, and half of the body has penetrated into the void. Gap.

The gap is not dark, but the brilliance of the treasure is shining.

The old fox's tail was sharp and pointed, and a lot of various elixir were thrown from inside.

The Emperor House did not politely with him, and found a small pocket, one by one into the pocket.

The emperor, who was shaken to the ground, was buried under the sorrowful lame. After struggling to struggle, he looked at two friends who threw a fish. He screamed at the elixir and dragged himself to his home. Baby's small yard.

The Emperor’s house turned to look at the emperor’s medicine and crossed the pilgrimage’s emperor’s retreat, retracting his gaze.

The forest digs the medicine in the yard.

These elixir are very expensive, and humans who do not have clean spirits, ordinary tools, or things that are related to each other cannot be contacted.

A contact is broken, so you can only dig with a handful of monsters that are close to the elixir.

Yan Xuanjing is also helping, and also provides a storage tool that can save the elixir for a long time.

Only when Emperor Hugh got into the yard from the hole under the fence, he found that the little fox seemed to be isolated.

A few small monsters hid behind the trees, and smashed the elixir from the distance between the old and the young, or looked up at the nine-tailed fox over there, secretly observing and whispering.

Emperor Hugh heard some from the wind.

The ginseng milk is so squeaky: "How big the monster is the toffee, no wonder I like chicken."

Next to the small potatoes: "Lin Ginseng... Are you holding the toffee and catching wild boars and pheasants...?"

The little ginseng is in a stalemate.

He not only took the toffee to catch wild boars and pheasants.

He also helped the toffee to help the soil when they dug the foundation!

The little ginseng took a nap. During the period, Ai Ai’s look at the silent sneak peek of Xuanjing, hesitated, and said to the forest: “The toffee is a person on his side, looking pitiful.”

"Then you can go with him." Lin Mu said with a smile.

The villain looked at the sweet smile on the face of the forest and shrank his neck.

Lin Mu looked at Yan Xuanjing.

This nine-tailed fox is completely different from his scorpion, like carving some ceremonies and gestures into the bones, even if it is **** with large sleeves to do this kind of rough work, it also brings a kind of elegant and expensive taste.

Lin Mu feels that Xuanjing does not open his mouth, but how do you see how to keep your eyes.

Unfortunately, an opening is a disaster.

Yan Xuanjing perceives the sight of the forest and leans over.

The forest turned back ruthlessly.

I didn’t think there was anything in the Xuanjing scene. I installed the newly-excavated elixir in a suitable container. I noticed that the sound of the cable was on the edge, and it fell into the yard and became a bright mist. If you feel it, the stars A little bit of whereabouts.

The eyes of the nine-tailed fox looked at the past and found that the small wooden man carrying the remnant of the emperor was drilled out of the dense vine leaves, and he still had a good elixir in his arms.

The moon fell, and the stars fell into the body of Xiaomu people. After a while, they stopped, and several light groups with small wooden heads and half heads circled around him.

Emperor Hugh raised his hand and touched the moons and pushed them away.

Pay attention to everything slowly.

His current soul can't stand too much of the essence of the sun and the moon.

Lin Mu also noticed the change of Yuehua. He looked up and saw that his poor father was holding the elixir and looked up at Xuanjing.

Yan Xuanjing really can't understand what Silence's silence means.

But for this elder who once saved his life, Yan Xuanjing will naturally not be slow.

He thought about it, picked up the dirt on his demon's hand and peeled it off. He picked up the little wooden man and said, "I remember you, thank you for saving me that year."

The emperor took a break and held the elixir in one hand and lifted it in one hand.

Yan Xuanjing looked at the emperor, and then looked at the forest with a little help.

Lin Mu saw it. He raised his hand and patted the head of the small ginseng next to him.

Yan Xuanjing stunned, and looked down at the emperor who still carried his arm.

Emperor Xiu gently patted the head of Xuanjing.

The practice of small ginseng is still not at home, and there is no name for it.

He had a forest hand on his head and turned and asked, "Who is that?"

"It's my father," Lin said.

The small ginseng slightly widened his eyes and quickly accepted the fact: "Is the forest father's father and ... milk sugar good relationship?"

Lin did not know, just said: "Probably."

The little ginseng stumbled and nodded: "No wonder you are so close to the candy."

The woods opened the faucet next to the hand and heard the little ginseng say something, some strange: "Well?"

"It's very close, Lin Mu, you will whisper with the toffee, don't tell us, eccentric." Little ginseng pouted. "When you are in the shape of a toffee, you are not angry, and ask him to eat."

Over there, Emperor Hugh heard this, and made a slight meal. He didn’t think that the little ginseng there had something wrong with Xuanjing, and turned to look at the forest.

Lin Mu shook his head: "That is what I want to ask for milk... Please come to Xuanjing to teach me to become stronger, not the same."

"But where do we need to fight and become stronger? It hurts, you are bleeding, and you are so hurt." The little man's mouth is higher.

Emperor Hugh looked up at Yu Xuanjing.

Yan Xuanjing blinked and smacked a cold, clear voice: "Hey, hey."

Emperor Xiu turned his head and looked at the returning home outside the yard. He took the elixir in his arms and threw it.

Zigui, who was burying himself in the stock of Xiaojinkuli’s elixir, felt that his **** had been hit hard. He quickly pulled his head out of the small vault and turned his head and looked around. He finally locked his face with the nearest question. .

"What are you doing with me?!"

The Emperor’s house, who heard the conversation in the yard very clearly, took a cigarette and called out: “Come and teach your son to teach well.”

Zigui: "?"

What is wrong with you.

Yan Xuanjing did not look at him and glanced at it. He looked at the trees that washed his hands and stood up.

The small ginseng is holding a lot of elixir and the small tail behind the forest buttocks. The little tail is a small mouth: "The toffee hits you, kisses you, and cries you, you don't throw him away. Is eccentricity."

Lin Mu opened his mouth: "..."

Yan Xuanjing felt two sights of death, one from the Emperor House and one from Di Xiu.

Emperor Hugh’s “啪” hit the forehead of Xuanjing’s forehead, left a small red stamp, jumped from his palm, rolled a few laps on the ground, and ran to the forest with anger.

The Emperor’s house ruined the smoke in his hand, and once again, he said to Zhaigui again: “You son taught me very well.”

Zigui felt that this pot could not be backed, and quickly clarified: "I have not taught him this."

Yan Xuanjing raised his hand and smashed the forehead that was beaten by the emperor. Some of them were puzzled and looked at the forest.

The small ginseng followed the forest buttocks, but also the discreetly detailed forest eccentricity actually one two three four.

"The toffee is sleeping in your house, we are still outside."

forest:"……"

Oh.

Rest assured, he is also outside today.

Lin Mu looked at Yan Xuanjing with no expression. He decided to throw all the kennels and dog toys with toffee tonight with several little monsters.

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