The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

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These nine goblin rituals no longer chanted, and a spurt of blood sprinkled on the stone pillars.

When these **** scorpions touch the stone pillars, they are like immersed in stone pillars, disappearing without a trace, and strange and inexplicable.

Nine goblins are not unexpected, but the face becomes like a head, pale and gray.

Stand up and say nothing, jump off the stone pillar together.

On the ground, there are nine other costumes that are also dressed up. They tremble and rise to the nine pillars and continue to pray.

***

When the sun fell, the hot weather eased.

But it is still dry, and there is no trace of moisture in the air.

Jimo Ya waited for one or two hours in the fall, did not see the ink four they appeared, they left some marks, with a magical face to walk forward.

As soon as I walked, I went to the sun.

Fortunately, the weather changes have little effect on their practitioners. Hot or cold can be adjusted with aura.

"Uncle, I am hot." The illusion of the nose is sweaty.

Jimo is patiently teaching, "Let your Lingbao help you withstand high temperatures."

A woman with a shortage of IQ is curious, "What is Lingbao?"

Jimo grabbed her white wrist and pointed to the Lingbao mark on her wrist. One of her hand marks is pig-shaped, and one hand is leaf-shaped...

It now appears that the shape of the leaves is slightly more pronounced.

So Jimo picked the leaf-shaped spiritual treasure. "This is your spiritual treasure. You try to summon it."

"Wow, is this my spiritual treasure? But how do you summon it?"

Jimo is lazy and noble, and gives her a look. "You are the master of it, think with your consciousness, feel it, let it come out to help you..."

The illusion is wide-eyed and stunned.

Look at it again.

Like a dull goose!

Jimo opened his sleeves, revealing his left wrist, with a mini dragon-shaped mark on it, "Look at me, Long Lingbao..."

As soon as the voice fell, the little mini dragon lived and flew out from the wrist.

Jimo did not make it bigger, or it was a mini-shaped, and after circled around the illusion, it went in again.

The illusion is happy and slaps, "Little dragon, dragon, beautiful, as beautiful as my uncle."

"You try, your Lingbao is also very beautiful."

The illusion is turning to the road, "Really?"

Jimo has given her a positive and encouraging look. Under the setting sun, her body is slender and handsome.

The illusion is very confident, pointing to his wrist and ordering, "You, Xiao Ling Bao, come out and play with me..."

no response.

The magical face stretched out a finger and poked the stamp, "Little Lingbao, come out and play with me!"

Still no response!

Jimo's look is light, wise and elegant, but the smile at the bottom of the eyes, the Tibetan can't hide, this girl is really... cute!

The phantom pokes a few fingers, and Lingbao still does not come out.

She gave up, not annoyed, bitterly said, "Uncle, my Lingbao is broken."

Jimo thinks about it, maybe her brain is not very good now, there is no way to use the mind control, but fortunately the strength of the five-star spirit is still there, this abnormal climate should not cause any serious problems for her.

"Nothing, I will definitely come out later, drink or not drink?"

Looking at it, there are all the hills, the light and convex, the **** red sunset, illuminating the yellow land, it is extraordinarily depressed and hot.

There is no illusion to eat or drink, naturally it is taken over the kettle to drink water.