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Chapter 172: Became like me?

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Anyway, the white snake demon Bai Yiyi couldn't cause much harm. After Yaya asked the questions, she took the little bear down the mountain and gave the little bear to Zhan Beichen.

Zhan Beichen got the little bear and looked at Yaya carefully: "Master, can I sleep in the same room with you at night?"

"What's wrong?" Yaya asked.

Zhan Beichen hesitated for a moment. He originally wanted to say it was nothing, but thought that a good boy should be honest, so he said, "Master, do you like senior brother very much?"

The senior brother Zhan Beichen mentioned was Zhao Qian.

Yaya thought for a while and answered Zhan Beichen very honestly: "If the master likes his apprentice, it's a little bit, not much."

She measured the distance of about 3mm to show how much she liked it.

After all, she and Zhao Qian didn't get along very well, and she only accepted him as a disciple because she felt sorry for the old Taoist priest Tuogu.

Zhan Beichen saw it and hesitated for a while before asking: "What about master's liking for me? Does master like him more because he is an adult and smarter than me..."

After Zhan Beichen finished speaking, Yaya immediately knew the reason for Zhan Beichen's behavior.

When Master took care of Dudu and Big Fat before and always held the two little panda cubs and said they were super cute, she also wondered if Master only liked Dudu and Big Fat and not her.

Later, she asked her master, who said that it was impossible to seek a single love from someone.

There are too many things that people like in life, and there are too many people that they like.

It's better to love yourself first, and then naturally there will be people who like each other. This kind of like is not just friends, but also other types of like.

Anyway, Master chattered a lot and finally emphasized: "Loving yourself is the most important thing."

Yaya didn't understand it very well, but Yaya could repeat the master's words.

She told Zhan Beichen exactly what the master had told her, and then said, "Ya Ya will treat you both like the master, and will not leave you alone."

After hearing Yaya's assurance, a reassuring smile bloomed on Zhan Beichen's face.

Zhan Beichen was afraid of his grandfather's partiality, and he was afraid of becoming the unnoticed child in the small house again.

When Zhao Qian said that he was his senior brother and a disciple of Yaya like him, he fell into a brief fear.

Because grandpa just likes little uncle and doesn't like him.

Asking Yaya, it's not because Zhan Beichen wants this favoritism, he just wants to be treated fairly.

"Then Master, I can go back to my room and sleep~" Zhan Beichen hugged the little bear with bright eyes, "Thank you, Master."

There was respect and admiration for Yaya in his eyes.

Yaya waved her hand and said good night to her little apprentice.

Just after saying good night, Zhan Beichen suddenly said: "Master, in the past two days when you were away, black ghosts were always running around in the Taoist temple. I, I can only open my yin and yang eyes occasionally, and I don't know where he has gone. ”

Yes!

Only then did Yaya remember that there was a **** there.

After she beat the ghost king, Uncle Cui Yu gave her a bead and asked her to give it to the nigger.

Yaya closed her eyes and looked for the nigger's position. She determined that the **** was standing on the stone of "Old Taoist Worshiping the Moon" and hurried over.

At this time, the moon has risen, and the moonlight falls on the nigger, making the faceless **** look shiny.

"What did I say about the nigger? It turns out it's really a black ghost." Ying Wugou stood next to Yaya and stared at the **** curiously, "Where did you get such a thing?"

While taking the bead, Yaya replied to Ying Wugou: "It was fished out of the Wangchuan River."

Ying Wugou froze, suspecting that he was hallucinating, and frowned and asked, "Wangchuan River? Is there a river in the world called Wangchuan River?"

Yaya shook her head: "No, it's the Wangchuan River in the underworld, the one in the underworld."

Ying Wujia looked Yaya up and down.

In his eyes, Ya Ya does have a lot of golden merit and virtue, and she does have some cultivation skills. Being a little heavenly master and having a Taoist temple, these are all understandable.

Although a child can do this is already outrageous in the eyes of some people, but as long as he lives a long life and has learned a lot, he will naturally not make a fuss.

But such a child, who can be called a genius at best, actually said that she could fish out souls from the Wangchuan River!

Even if you fish it out, this soul has been brought back!

"Did you faint at that time?" Ying Wugou asked again. Yaya didn’t answer Ying Wujia’s question this time.

She turned to look at Ying Wugou, her fleshy little face under the moonlight a little confused: "Do you know how a ghost without a mouth can eat?"

A **** has no face, and without a face he has no features.

How can one eat this bead without facial features?

Yaya's dull expression amused Ying Wugou. He temporarily put aside his doubts, poked Yaya's fleshy face, and said, "Who told you that you must eat the Yin Qi Beads?"

"Uncle Cui Yu said, let me give this bead to a nigger. If he eats it, maybe he will become a little different."

Ying Wugou picked up the beads and said, "If you put it in your mouth, you are eating it. If you open it and put it on him, you are eating it."

After saying that, the slender hand with clear joints crushed the beads directly and directed all the yin energy to fall on the black ghost.

The black energy is absorbed into the body of the nigger.

Yaya suddenly realized: "Oh, so this is okay. Then when Yaya practices, does it count as eating spiritual energy?"

"Yeah." Ying Wujia took his time to see what changes could happen to the black ghost.

He could see that the Yin Qi given by Yaya came from evil ghosts at the level of ghost kings. This kind of Yin Qi falls into the body of any ghost and can cause them to level up.

But the nigger's body is still the same.

Yaya looked around with her clairvoyance. The **** was solid and there really was no change at all.

"Is it too little?" Ying Wugou diverted some of the source of his strength.

The **** ate it anyway, and finally there was a change this time.

He had a face, a face that wore sunglasses like Ying Wugou, only revealing the delicate lower half of his face.

Yaya's mouth suddenly turned into an "O" shape.

Ying Wugou smiled: "It's interesting, has it turned into me?"

The **** opened his mouth and said the same words as Ying Wujia: "It's interesting, have you turned into me?"

And, he made the same expression as Ying Wujia.

Yaya scratched his little head: "He seems to have become another brother Wu Guo?"

Ying Wujia frowned.

He doesn't want to be imitated, even if the other person is a ghost.

"Do you mind if I do some other experiments?" Ying Wugou asked.

"What do you want to do?" Yaya opened her eyes wide.

Ying Wujia sneered: "I want him to know that not just anyone can imitate him casually."

After saying that, he hit the **** with a palm.

It took three levels of strength to hit Wugou. The clouds on the moon in the distance were dispersed by his power, but Nigga was not hurt at all. Instead, he punched Wugou in return.

"Hiss..." Ying Wugou let out a cry of pain.

He was bounced back by his own strength.

Yaya asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

Ying Wugou shook his head: "It's okay."

After confirming that Ying Wujia was fine, Yaya curiously asked the black ghost to **** her spiritual power.

Then she saw the nigger's face change into hers.

"Ah!" Yaya's eyes widened, "Quickly, brother Wu Guo, give him some more of your power."

Otherwise, it would be too weird for an adult to have her face on his body!

(End of chapter)