In order to support the reserves, I unified the world of self-cultivation

"The drawing is finished." Gu Xinglu looked at the bright red mark on Hao Hao's forehead with satisfaction.

This is a logo drawn with his blood. When a monster recognizes its owner, there will be a unique mark stamped by its owner on its forehead. Because it is delicious but does not recognize its owner, Gu Xinglu asked Gu Xinglu to draw one with blood.

When the bleeding is forced, infuse the aura into it and draw it on the forehead of Hao Hao, and then maintain it with your own spiritual consciousness from time to time, it will not fall off for a month.

Hearing that the painting was completed, the delicious food that had turned into a beast shape looked around curiously, trying to find a mirror in the room.

[di... Lulu, put me in front of the mirror. 】

Lulu?What the hell? Gu Xinglu's face was slightly stiff, and he stretched out his hand to let Hao Hao step on his palm, and sent him to the vanity mirror on the other side of the room.

"Although you are a demon at the golden core stage, I don't believe that you can't get across such a short distance, what else is Lulu?"

Hao Hao ignored him, and didn't believe that if he couldn't get there, he had sent himself here. He turned into a human and walked straight to the mirror, which might be huge for it.

The small hand left a palm print the size of a chestnut on the mirror. Hao Hao held the mirror with both hands, approached curiously, shook his head and looked at his forehead from different angles.

In the mirror is a ten-centimeter-tall miniature figure, with long silver hair hanging down to his ankles, and eyes as bright as gold staring intently at the mirror. There are three wavy red marks on its fair and beautiful face, which are not abrupt. And the white protrudes a strange beauty.

Hao Hao stretched out his hand and touched the three red marks on his forehead, hesitantly said: 【Is this a drawing of a river? 】

The expression on Gu Xinglu's face was inexplicable, he wanted to laugh but held back, and hummed softly.

He promises that he will never know how delicious it is in his whole life, and the hot steam of rice smells on his forehead.

Yummy turned back into a beast shape, moved his head closer to the mirror, and looked left and right. Three short parallel waves were fantastically beautiful on the silver scales.

Although I don't understand why the river is drawn, but as long as the drawing is not ugly and delicious, I don't care.

After solving a troublesome matter, Yutai was in a good mood, and this good mood lasted until Gu Xinglu found out that he was no longer called Daddy.

Gu Xinglu was a little puzzled: "Why don't you call me Daddy?"

Being a father is used to it, but suddenly no one calls him a father, and Gu Xinglu is somewhat uncomfortable.

It's delicious and unreasonable, but also strong: [But Lu Lu, you are not my father in the first place]

Gu Xinglu laughed angrily: "So you know I'm not your father, so the first thing you say is to call me father?"

It’s so cheap and big, and now you want to go back on your word?

It was so delicious that he hesitated and couldn't speak. At that time, he wanted Gu Xinglu to keep it. Of course it was different from now.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Gu Xinglu only thought that the child had grown up and had his own ideas, and he didn't mind calling him, but Lulu... Gu Xinglu's expression twisted slightly, and he said:

"It's fine if you don't call him Daddy, but don't call him Lulu."

Tasty and happy nod, as long as he doesn't call him Daddy, he can call him anything.

In the next second, Gu Xinglu said, "Why don't you call me godfather?"

Hao Hao's expression cracked, and he asked stiffly: 【What's the difference between daddy and godfather. 】

"There's a big difference. One is biological and the other is not. I raised you hand in hand, so it should be fine to call me godfather." Gu Xinglu replied.

Seeing the delicious and smelly face staring at him, Gu Xinglu compromised: "Call me Yunting, I also have a name, Yunting."

The cloud stopped, the cloud stopped, a certain dragon's ears, nicknamed delicious and famous, Long Yunxing, quietly turned red, and he faltered and called out:

[The cloud stops. 】

Can't help but ask: [Why is it called this name? 】

Knowing that the name probably has nothing to do with it, but there is still a hint of anticipation in my heart.

Gu Xinglu's eyes seemed to be lost in memory, he smiled lightly and said, "My name is Gu Xinglu, Xinglu Xinglu, I can't stop walking for the rest of my life, this is what my parents expect of me, but I don't want to, so I named myself Yunting. "

When he walked to the water poor and sat watching the clouds rise, he didn't know when the journey would be considered as the end. If he arrived late, would the clouds have dissipated?

So I want Yun to stop, I want to stop myself, I want Yun to stop and wait for him, it's just a young and ridiculous idea.

In his previous life, he never stopped walking until he died. He didn't know if he could fulfill his wish in this life.

I don't know why, but I told Hao Hao the name, probably Lulu, it's too magical.

After hearing this, Hao Hao didn't ask any more questions, ran over with a shy face and flushed, and hit Gu Xinglu's palm like a small cannonball.

Two pairs of golden eyes appeared from between his fingers, and he blinked and muttered in a low voice:

【The cloud will stop. 】

Gu Xinglu ruffled its silver hair amusedly, and accepted its kind comfort.

The days on the flying boat were boring, in order not to catch the attention of Mr. Zeng, Gu Xinglu spent most of the time in the room.

Others can still practice in the room, but Gu Xinglu's method of obtaining spiritual energy is blocked, and he cannot practice through the method of the cultivation world.

The blood stored in the storage bag had already been eaten, so Gu Xinglu, who had nothing to do, found something to pass the time.

He picked up a palm-sized calico dress, shook with satisfaction, and looked at the delicious food hiding in the distance.

Hao Hao glanced at him vigilantly, changed back into a beast shape, and disappeared in place with a whoosh.

When Gu Xinglu made his first piece of clothing, he put it on with joy, and this joy lasted until the moment he saw himself in the mirror.

It's too ugly, really too ugly, with colorful patterns and weird patterns, the whole dress doesn't show any merits.

The moment I saw the delicious food in the mirror, I cried. Long already loves good-looking objects, and he loves beauty enough. This is the first time he has suffered such a heavy blow since he was born.

It can't believe that the person in front of the mirror is itself. It usually eats delicious food and turns into a human being. The clothes are all silver-white clothes transformed from scales. The silver on the clothes is like starlight, which is very beautiful.

But Gu Xinglu looked at the delicious clothes and put on the clothes he made, and felt that his craftsmanship was good and they were very beautiful.

He selectively ignored the delicious face, otherwise anyone would be hot enough to wear that dress.

Later, Gu Xinglu didn't want to wear the delicious clothes he made, but Gu Xinglu would pretend to be pitiful and sigh while holding the clothes he made.

"I see that you don't have any clothes. I have made this dress since the morning, and I have worked hard to make it every stitch and thread."

Soft-hearted and delicious to wear.

"Raising you so big, giving you good food and drink, and making you a suit of clothes, you don't even want to wear them."

I'm ashamed to wear it.

"Today I cut my finger with a needle and almost dripped blood on my clothes. Come on, be good, try it on."

Distressed and delicious to wear.

Hao Hao believed him several times, but was so ugly that he dared not open his eyes to look at him.

Up to now, Hao Hao has completely disbelieved any words from Gu Xinglu's mouth.

The author has something to say: the mood is very emo, woo woo woo

爱你们。感谢在2021-09-0601:40:34~2021-09-0711:41:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 25 bottles of greasy death;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!