Yun Family’s Little Nine is Super Mischievous

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Heixingjiu hated to slap himself, but he followed a respect into the cabin.

"Male god, the conscience of heaven and earth, it is really not that I am lazy and do not practice well. You also know that my physique is special. If there is no thunder, I will not eat or sleep, and I will not be able to upgrade." Black Heart Nine Blinking eyes, said sincerely.

A certain respect glanced at her: "Even if you can't upgrade, it's good to lay a solid foundation. It's better than you."

Blackheart Nine: "..." Well, I can't tell you.

This kind of cargo practiced for a while, and my heart grew thick.

Opening his eyes and seeing that Emperor Beiming didn't say anything, he took out the Wannian Xuan Iron Chain and began to grind the cloud hook.

Wu Yun was abducted by her, and it was estimated that she would come to revenge soon. She had to grasp the hook and fix it, and then she would catch a few more dark clouds.

At the thought of this goods, she could live a small life that was thundered at any time, her brows suddenly smiled, and she wished that Wu Yun would come to her immediately to avenge her.

Thinking of the dark clouds, this product also remembered her crow mouth skills. For so long, she never found the trigger point of the crow mouth skills. How come sometimes the spirit is sometimes not effective?

This is not the same as the curse limit of the little black bird. The curse of the little black bird can only be used once a day. Sometimes her crow mouth skill can be used twice a day, sometimes not once, it is really a ghost!

In the next few days, Heixinjiu dedicated himself to grind the fishing hook, and finally this day, the cargo fishing hook was successful!

In fact, the craftsmanship is not complicated at all, mainly because Wannian Xuantie is too difficult to handle. This product is also a big kitchen knife and a small flame, and finally became a big hook.

In order to train her cloud fishing skills, Xiaowu Yun went out flying in a mess, she was squatting in the port window of the flying spirit weapon, throwing thousands of years of black iron chain to play cloud fishing.

The fish whispered while fishing: "This 10,000-year-old black iron chain is too special. Fortunately, my strength is strong enough, otherwise I won't be able to move it."

Hearing the whisper of the goods, blood could not help but twitched the corners of his eyes, of course he sank! The eight thousand-year-old black iron chains in this cargo handle are all connected together. There are thousands of catties, can you not sink? !

Heixingjiu also discovered a problem, that is, since the black iron chain is different from the fishing rod, she always sags. If she wants to catch the little black cloud, she has to fly higher than the little black cloud.

This is difficult!

At that time, she had no chance to fly higher than the black clouds, so why not give up her efforts?

The more he wanted the goods, the more discouraged, the mood fell from heaven to the eighteenth floor of hell, the little dark cloud called back, and then returned to his cabin.

This cargo threw the Wannian Xuan Iron Chain to the ground and scolded: "What a fart thing ?! Wannian Xuan Iron! Shit! Not as good as the average bamboo pole!"

Annoyed by this anger, he accidentally scratched the back of his hand with the front hook, and suddenly blood came out.

This product was even more angry. He kicked the Wannian Xuan Iron Chain a few feet, but the Wannian Xuan Iron Chain was not so good, but this cargo foot hurt.

The goods could not help but mourn, and he hummed out of the cabin to find a certain complaint.

When a certain sight saw a mouth in her hand, her face immediately became somber: "How did you get it?"

Heixing Jiu was even more aggrieved, and fell into a certain humor crying.