Respect

morning.

Xingyue Dayu, Xiaozhe Mountain Villa.

Gu Qingfeng was lying on the chuáng, lying in the sun, with his eyes closed slightly, thinking about something.

He always knew that the little turtle was not an extraordinary spirit beast.

I knew it from the first glance when I saw the little guy in the cave house of Yun Nishang.

But that's all.

As for the existence of the little guy, he didn't know and couldn't imagine it.

When he was in the swampland last night, the little turtle suddenly roared, which not only scared him, but also shook his mind.

You must know that his spirit is so strong that even Tianwei can't shake it, but now he is shaken a little by the roar of the little turtle, which makes Gu Qingfeng feel a bit surprised.

It is still clear to me that the roar was full of ancient and extremely powerful power.

Not to mention the spirit beast.

Not to mention the mysterious beast.

Even if it is a fairy beast, World of Warcraft or even a beast, it cannot contain such terrible power of Canggu.

That feeling is like the legendary flood and waste spirit that was born when the world opened in the beginning. Although Gu Qingfeng has never seen the so-called flood and waste spirit, I do n’t know why.

The stumped little guy is really the so-called flood spirit?

Is this unlikely?

According to ancient books, the true spirits have long since become extinct with the end of the flood and famine era, and only the descendants of generations are left behind.

Although it is said that in ancient times, all things have recovered, but even if they are recovered again, the true spirit of the flood era cannot be recovered, right?

Shook his head.

For a while, Gu Qingfeng couldn't understand. When he thought about it, he sacrificed the little guy in the storage bag.

Little turtles are still little turtles.

It's just that the previous arrogance was gone, and the soft body was lying on the table, weak and weak, unable to lift his head, and his eyes were half open and half closed, as if he was about to die.

Even so, it was enough to marvel at Gu Qingfeng.

You should know that the fire you gave out before is the fire of Jiuyou. Although it is not his true fire, it is definitely not something you can resist.

And the little guy was burned by the fire of Jiuyou for so long. Except for the exhaustion of energy and spirit, the others didn't seem to be different.

"Uncle Gu, great ancestor of the ancient ... the little was afraid ... served ... served completely ..."

The little tortoise said intermittently: "Don't dare ... anymore, no dare ... no dare ... you ... just spare the little, dare not ..."

Obviously.

After being burned by the Nine Flames, the little turtle was completely scared.

Gu Qingfeng grinned with a playful smile: "It's not impossible to spare you this time, but ..."

"But nothing ... Lord, you say ... despite saying ... let the little ... do anything ..."

"I don't know if you yelled at that throat before, you really scared the grandfather. Come, yell again for grandpa to listen."

"Man! Little ... dare not ..."

"My grandfather has no other meaning, he just wants to hear."

"Little ... I really don't know what you said! Little also forgets ... I don't remember yelling!"

"Really forgotten?"

"What happened at that time, Xiao really doesn't know now! If your old people don't believe it, Xiao can swear ... Xiao just wanted to ... give you ... to ... other little really don't know . "

Gu Qingfeng saw that the little guy didn't lie, but he didn't understand something, could it be the real soul or blood of the little guy at that time?

After thinking about it for a while, I still haven't figured out why, so I was wondering if I should try again. Later, I thought about it and forgot it. The little guy is now exhausted. Don't **** kill him. .

"I'll let you go this time, be honest, and then dare to kick your nose and face, Grandpa cooked you!"

"Small ... small obedience ..."

The little tortoise cried without tears, very aggrieved, and aggrieved wanted to cry.

"Okay, you look tired too, go back and rest."

Gu Qingfeng was about to send the little turtle back, and the little turtle suddenly shouted, "Wait!"

"What's wrong?"

"Master, don't get me wrong ... small ... no other meaning, small just wants to get more sun ..."

"Your boy will still enjoy it, so let me expose you to the sun."

Gu Qingfeng didn't bother to pay any attention, and continued to lie down on the hanging bed (chuáng) and drank the little wine. The little turtle lay softly on the table, and just looked at him to drink. Flowed down, reached out his paw, wiped his saliva, swallowed saliva, and asked tentatively.

"That ... that ... man, what kind of wine do you drink, looks delicious ..."

"What's wrong? Want to drink?"

The little tortoise suddenly felt energetic, and it was suddenly lying on the table, standing suddenly, a little bit of his head, waiting eagerly.

"Look at your unpromising look." Gu Qingfeng shook his hand and passed a cup.

The little boy held up the glass, said nothing, and drank it in one go. The action was one-stop, and it was called a clean line. After drinking, he wiped his mouth with his paw and said, “Good wine! Excellent wine! This kind of good wine can be obtained, and the small admiration for you (love qíng) is like a continuous stream of rivers ... "

"Okay boy! Less than a month away, I have learned a lot, but his mother has learned to shoot horses (Fart pì)!" Gu Qingfeng laughed and cursed, "Don't say, this horse (Fart pì) shot still (Ting tǐng) Make up, yes! Look at this horse's face, Grandpa is rewarding a fine wine. "

After all, Gu Qingfeng pulled out a jar of peach wine and passed.

The little guy was holding a jar of wine with both hands and was very excited. He quickly patted it, and then jumped straight (shēn) into the wine jar, muttered, and drank it. Admired the good wine.

The little guy has a lot of alcohol and seems to have an addiction.

After drinking an altar, I want to have another altar.

Gu Qingfeng is not a stingy person. He can give him as much as he can drink. After all, he just tossed the little guy for so long, which can be regarded as compensation.

That's it ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ You and I are in the same altar, I do n’t know how many altars I drank, until the setting sun, the little guy may be full and sleep in the wine altar As the ancient Qingfeng lay down on the hanging bed, he fell asleep.

In the dimness, it seemed that I heard someone calling myself, and my eyes opened wide, and a beautiful face came into view.

It was Ouyang Ye.

"I said sister Ouyang, is there anything wrong?"

Speaking, he yawned again, and continued to close his eyes, small (Mi mī).

"I let you pretend to be an ancient breeze. Don't take yourself seriously. Why do you become a man with him now? You can either drink or sleep all day or bask in the sun." Ouyang Ye looked at the wine one after another on the ground. The jar, frowned, said, "If you have time to drink and bask in the sun, can't you practice?"

Gu Qingfeng stretched his waist and said lazily, "What a pity that good time is used for cultivation ..."

Ouyang shook her head and shook her eyes, and said, "You are really helpless!"