Tiansheng 15 years

As expected, he got a lot of dull faces.Except for the old woman sitting on the ground squinting, everyone else was dumbfounded.

Spreading out his fan to cover his face, he calmly walked onto the platform, sat down by the fire pit on the platform, and turned his face sideways.

"Ah Sang, what's the matter?" An old hoarse voice brought everyone back to their senses.

The middle-aged woman named Asang was the first to come back to her senses. She took a deep look at the person sitting sideways, and said respectfully and gently to the old woman: "It's nothing, that good-looking kid is really good-looking."

"Hehe, it looks good? What's the use of being pretty? It's because we caught it."

"Grandma is blind and can't see. If grandma sees this gentleman, she will know how good-looking this gentleman is. A Ling thinks that if grandma saw this gentleman when she was young, she might not marry him." The girl in the light yellow double-breasted jacket lowered her head and fiddled with the bell under the braid, making it jingle.

The old woman reprimanded: "Nonsense."

The girl pursed her lips, and sat down with her knees hugged in disdain, her big almond eyes rolling around, with a clever and tricky appearance.

Ah Sang glanced at him, and said in a low voice, "A Ling is right."

The old woman opened her dull eyes and cast a sideways glance at Ah Sang, saying: "She is your daughter, of course you look towards her."

Ah Sang said unconvinced: "A-Ling is a daughter, and you are my aunt. Who do you think I should turn to?"

A Ling smiled sweetly, and said in a coquettish voice: "Of course it should be reasonable, and whoever is reasonable should turn to whom. Grandma, right?"

The old woman just glanced at A Ling with her dull eyes, and she lowered her head obediently, not daring to speak any more.

Ah Sang said: "Since everyone is here, then listen carefully to what I have to say next, otherwise I can only ask you to make a nest to raise bugs."

Is it so disgusting?He shook the fan and looked at the fire pond surrounded by stones in front of him, wondering what he had for dinner at night.

Wild game in the mountains is always good. He caught hares and pheasants a few days ago, roasted them over fire, and put some seasonings on them. It smells delicious and tastes delicious.Although it is not as good as his favorite little wonton, but in the mountains, he can't pay so much attention to it.

He was thinking about eating here, while there was already howling and howling, but it didn't last long. The tribal woman who escorted them over earlier waved her hand lightly, and they seemed to be fixed by the body-holding technique. He was motionless and silent.

The tribal secret technique is really extraordinary!He closed his eyes and felt for a while, the faint and almost nonexistent aura lingered on the two of them, controlling the vital parts of their bodies.

Ah Sang asked: "How to deal with this good-looking kid?"

The old woman said: "A-Ling is getting old too, she should have a husband and son-in-law by her side. I will leave this kid to A-Ling, do you have any objections as a mother?"

Ah Sang glanced at his daughter, then at him again, and said, "No. This kid is very good-looking, and he is worthy of A-Ling."

The old woman said: "Is it prettier than A Ling's father?"

Ah Sang replied without thinking: "Better than her father."

"Then he's pretty. It's a pity that I'm old and blind, otherwise I really want to see how good-looking someone who is better-looking than A Ling's father is."

They talked for a long time with the good looks, completely ignoring the good looks to the end.It feels bad to be ignored, and he doesn't want to endure it in his whole life, so he said angrily, "Don't you guys ask me what I think?"

A Ling smiled and said, "If the captives have any thoughts, they have to hold back their thoughts. We don't listen to the thoughts of the weak."

"Weak?" He sneered and asked A Ling, "I'm pretty, right?"

A Ling looked at his perfect side face, and said with a smile, "It's so pretty! I've never seen anyone prettier than you in my age, and you're even prettier than the statue enshrined in the palace."

He came to have fun, and asked with great interest: "How do you know, can it be that you have been to the palace?" Could it be that the little princess is not a respectful title, but the truth.

A Ling said: "My father is the emperor. When he died, my mother took me to see him off for the last time."

"So you are still a princess! No wonder you are so beautiful."

A Ling smiled delicately: "You are not as beautiful as Mr. Lang."

He nodded in agreement: "That's true." His voice faltered, and he asked: "You saw that I am so beautiful, didn't you think of other things?"

"Others?" A Ling tilted her head in doubt, and looked at him puzzled.

Ah Sang said with a sigh: "Such beauty must not come from ordinary people, because ordinary people can't protect it."

He said: "Since you know that I am not an ordinary person, do you still dare to keep me?"

Asang said: "How can we not stay. The prince of a country, the future emperor, we dare to stay, no matter who you are, we dare to stay."

He raised his eyebrows evilly, and said: "But just now, after hearing what the little princess said, you didn't completely keep the prince of a country."

Asang said flatly: "It would be good if we can stay as the king of a country for a while and have children at the same time. We don't want to be enemies of the country."

He also said in a calm manner: "Then you want to make enemies with the cultivators."

"Are you a cultivator?"

He spread his hands and asked, "Isn't it?"

A Ling nodded, and said: "Not really. Mr. Lang is more like a delicate young man from Jinxiu Ruanxiang, he is very similar to my father's heir."

The emperor's heir?Prince?In the future, he will meet the princes and grandchildren of the royal family to see how similar he is to them, so that he can change.

He humbly smiled and said: "Thanks for the compliment. But I'm really sorry that you misunderstood, I'm just a fledgling cultivator, flattering the teacher's order, going down the mountain to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and help the world."

A Ling smiled and said: "Mr. Lang is not only good-looking, but also has a good heart and great ambition."

"It's just the task of the teacher's school." He squinted and smiled, "I really want to practice in the teacher's school, but the rules are like this, so I can only obey."

"What a strange rule."

He said with a smile: "The world is so big, there are so many wonders. You are still young, so you don't see much. Go out and see more in the future, and you will know how interesting the Southern Continent is."

A Ling said: "In the future...there is no future, how can a priestess of the tribe leave her post without authorization." The originally cheerful little face immediately became straight after receiving the old woman's glance, and spoke of her duties solemnly and solemnly. .

"Really? That's a pity. Originally, I planned to take you out to play." He smiled gently at A Ling and the others, revealing all the seductive charm of his appearance like a god descended from the sky.

God-given looks capture people's hearts.

Except for the two tribal women who kept their heads down from the beginning to the end, and only the old woman who was blind and couldn't see his face, the other five women and two men stood on the spot in a daze, staring straight at him. Looking at his face, unblinking, like a puppet that has lost its soul.

The old woman was blind but not deaf. Hearing the obviously abnormal breathing sound around her, the wrist resting on her lap suddenly flipped, and a hexagonal silver bell the size of a longan appeared in the palm of her hand. With a flick of the wrist, the silver bell flipped a circle, The voice full of spiritual power swayed suddenly awakened the tribal people who had lost their minds.

The old woman said: "Boy, don't play tricks, otherwise, no matter how good-looking you are, you are just a place to live for the worms."

He covered his face with a fan and said with a smile: "Grandma, you have wronged me, I did nothing." It was just casting a small spell on them.

A glowing fire can start a prairie fire.Yingzhuozhiying, confused mind.The taboo secret art of Honglishan——the star of Yinghuo, is really easy to use.

The old woman let out a cold snort, she squeezed her fingers and stretched her fingers, a cloud of black mist billowed out of her palm, turning into a small stream and spreading in front of him.

He twisted his eyebrows, his eyes condensed into snow, closed and opened his eyes again, and the red flames the size of a baby's fist floated a few meters around him, and when they encountered black mist, they burned them mercilessly .In an instant, the black stream was burned to ashes.Ashes fell on the red stone bricks, forming a thin black line between him and the crone.Large areas of red and thin black complement each other, showing a slight sense of beauty.But in the eyes of everyone in the tribe, a thin black line is as frightening as a beast that wants to devour people.

This is the guardian of their tribe—Prajna, it was burned to ashes like this, it is too unbelievable.

The old woman's complexion was also very ugly, she shook her lips for a while before saying: "What did you do?"

"Nothing. I just hate bugs a little bit." He shook his head lightly, with a look of innocence in his undisguised brows.

A Ling pointed to the slightly beating flame a few steps away, and asked curiously: "What is this?"

He has always been very patient with girls, so even if the arrow is on the line at this moment, he will answer the girl's questions first.He explained: "This is my red lotus fire. Don't touch it, or it will be burned to black ash like those bugs before."

"Is it that great?"

He said: "Witch Zhu, who asked you this, will know. Grandma's complexion was very ugly just now, and I was a little worried that you would poke her over."

A Ling raised her small face and said proudly: "My grandma doesn't get dizzy so easily, Mr. Lang is worrying."

"That's good." He smiled subtly, raised his wrist lightly, and a different flame danced lightly at his fingertips.

The golden flames were as bright as a ray of sun's rays. Although they were extremely beautiful and brilliant, they could clearly perceive the scorching heat from a long distance.

Terrifying golden flames jumped on the white and translucent fingertips, twinkling like stars in the dark night blinking mischievously.

A Ling held the corner of her skirt nervously, and said with concern: "Isn't your husband hot?"

"Not hot." He flipped his slender wrist, splitting a golden flame into five, and moving his fingers, let them form a tower shape one by one with the red flames around him. When the pile was three feet long, let them Congealed into a thin rope, wrapped around his palm.Only then did he have time to look at the sweaty crowd.

Looking at the sweating people, he suddenly realized: "I'm sorry, I forgot about you." He grabbed the flame with his right hand, and apologized insincerely: "I'm not hot, but I also forgot that other people are hot." Yes. Sorry, it was my fault."

"It's okay. Uh..." A Ling looked behind him in surprise, with fear and panic on her face.

Why bother?He sighed slightly in his heart, waved his hand, and a wall of fire appeared behind him.Then the scorching breath and a strange smell of meat spread into the lungs at the same time, and the coughing smell was unpleasant, making people not want to stay here anymore.

"Can't we just talk about it?"