Leaving a magic gas enough to suppress the Buddha’s light, most of them went up along the body, and soon merged with the eyebrows. The black fog died a lot, like black ink.
As long as the body is controlled, the Buddha’s light is naturally no longer threatening, but it can be used. The black fog no longer hesitated, gathered all its strength and swarmed into it.
"Ow …"
With a loud roar, Tang Qing leaps up.
Chapter 138: Magic Gas Irrigation Body
Chapter one hundred and thirty-eight: magic gas irrigation body, to the website.
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Chapter one hundred and thirty-nine: He who gossips often reaches.
Chapter one hundred and thirty-nine: He who gossips often reaches.
Countdown to the trial closing day, the thirteenth day.
In the past three days, the number of poisonous mosquitoes has been greatly reduced under the frenzied killing. At this time, Nangong Cold and Xiao Ye have returned to the place where they broke up with Tang Qing, and their faces are mixed.
Happily, this harvest is not small, and their storage bags are full of mosquito corpses. Tang Qing also gave them two captured trophies, and the bits and pieces inside have been sorted out. It is planned to be used to hold the mosquito king after the poisonous mosquitoes are removed.
Most of the people who died a few days ago were ordinary poisonous mosquitoes. Now, the body of the low-level mosquito king gradually appears. The number is very small. Once the mosquito king is killed, most of them are divided up. Although it is a pity, the two dare not rob it, so they can only watch helplessly.
Worry is that this Tang Qing has never been a movement, and I don’t know whether it is life or death in it. There is not much time left.
Mosquitoes can only cover 300 meters, and the number is still quite large, and the battle between mosquito kings is slower than that of ordinary poisonous mosquitoes. Now they have some inferences, and it is estimated that a mosquito colony must win completely before the battle can be terminated.
Before, the highest mosquito king they caught was only 10 million, so it was impossible to judge whether there was a higher mosquito king. But obviously, it is mostly because the mother emperor of the whole ethnic group was killed by Tang Qing that this situation was formed. Without the suppression of the mosquito king, this site must choose a new owner through killing.
In this way, Tang Qing is naturally fine, and most of them are still in a closed place. No matter how they think about it, they won’t think that the present situation Tang Qing can appear safely, so they can only do it and wait for nothing.
"I don’t know what treasure Brother Tang found."
With nothing to do, the two of them couldn’t meditate, just chatting to pass the time, and the always calm and rational late son began to fantasize.
"As long as you come back safely, with the strength of Brother Tang, I’m afraid you can be called the first in the foundation period, so why take such a risk?" The nangongshan cold is still worried about more.
Looking at Nangong Han in the evening, her eyes flashed with an imperceptible worry. After thinking about it, she said, "Brother Han, have you ever thought about what will happen after you go back?"
The nangongshan cold one leng, turned to seem to understand something, with a comforting tone, said: "After going back? What can I do after I go back? I practice meditation, of course. In fact, I know you … "
I couldn’t help sighing. Is purity of mind good or bad? Is it selfish to change a person’s basic way of life?
Look at the nangongshan cold seems still didn’t understand his meaning, late son could not bear to force him again, to touch.
"This year, cold eldest brother feel feeling? It’s a pity that I still can’t step on the door, otherwise Brother Han will be the youngest monk in Yihua. "
Speaking of this, Nangong was a little silent, and after half a ring, he laughed at himself and said, "Hehe, what’s the point of this false name?" If you ask me, it’s good to be like Brother Tang. Even a later monk, who can compare with him? If you want to say sentiment, this is my sentiment, and cultivation does not mean everything. "
Night son smiled: "Brother Tang is naturally a hero, but I don’t think you need to be like this. Nangong Cold is Nangong Cold. You don’t need to learn if you can’t learn Brother Tang, don’t you think?"
It seems a little touched, but it seems to have been expected. Nangong Han took up Yuer’s hands and looked at some impressive faces and said, "Yuer, in fact, I understand what you want to say. It’s just that there are some things that you don’t understand and do. I have also thought about it this year. Perhaps the Confucian way is indeed a bit rigid and even pedantic. "
"But I believe that the bodhi old zu said, the most serious person who practices monasticism is holding the heart. The Nangong’s persistent nature does not necessarily mean that it cannot find a way out. The sage has a saying that there are three thousand avenues, which must be the same reason. "
"If the nangongshan really can’t benefit, it’s just my own obsession. But don’t worry, Nangong won’t let you down and won’t let yourself down. "
Looking at this man who has always seemed a little wooden, it seems that there is an illusion at this time, and there seems to be a pressure to shock himself. This pressure is not caused by cultivation, but is purely a kind of spiritual toughness.
Is he wrong? Late son obviously confused. Although her fate is bumpy, she thinks highly of herself, especially in the world. I am quite frustrated and even dissatisfied with the Nangong. The so-called love is deep and the responsibility is probably the reason. In her view, if Brother Han can be smart and flexible, his achievements will definitely be much higher.
Although there were some ideas before, on the one hand, because the Nangong cold has always been smooth, it has not been frustrated. On the other hand, the relationship between the two has not yet been clarified, and her personality can’t be too presumptuous.
With the stimulation of this life-and-death crisis, and the emergence of Tang Qing, Yuer saw the opportunity. After the Nangong cold, it is doomed to face more intrigues. If it goes on like this, there will be no such good luck next time.
In addition, although there is no intimate behavior between the two at this time, they have indeed promised each other for life. In this case, it’s natural to think of Nangong Cold wholeheartedly at night. Of course, there are some deeper concerns that she can’t say at all.
Now the nangongshan let her some don’t understand, still waters run deep?
What do you think of Nangong Cold? It’s not like Tang Qing, who is so slick that he can dress up as a pig to eat tiger. If he wants to pretend, he is expected to win a grand prize.
Looking at the stupidity of the late son, Nangong Han smiled bitterly: "Don’t think much. In fact, what Brother Han wants to tell you is very simple. I will stick to my true heart and die without regrets."
"I believe you, but why are you in Tang Dage’s place again …" Finally, I couldn’t help asking the most wanted question. Looking deeply into the eyes of Nangong, Yuer seems to want to say that when Tang Qing was here, you pretended to be a pony.
The Nangong blushed and scratched his head: "I think Brother Tang is very interesting. Everything he says and does is very interesting. I have never seen such a person … just learning to speak. In fact, I still think you don’t like it … "
"No."
It seems that I didn’t expect the Nangong to have such a childlike innocence, but since the Nangong said so, he must have thought so. I never doubted this.
Stubborn, stuffy and even a little dull is not terrible, at least much better than the four elephants.
It’s not that you can call it a game of sex by pretending to be crazy and selling stupidity. Later, I hope the Nangong will speculate more on people’s hearts, but I don’t want to draw a tiger and not be a dog. This is why I always find opportunities to lead the topic to this.
The main responsibility is still in Tang Qing. In the past, the Nangong was not easily influenced by others. However, the thought of Tang Ye’s speech style and his overwhelming momentum towards the enemy made him admit that it was really attractive.
For the so-called noble spirit advocated by Confucianism, which is like the messenger of justice incarnating and punishing evil, you can call it hypocrisy, but you have to admit that Nangong Han thinks so and does so.
Confucian disciples are never afraid of killing, nor do they reject killing. In fact, after listening to Tang Qing’s fishing trip to collect flint stones, Nangong Han didn’t mean to pretend to be innocent at all except that Tang Ye was a little too cunning, but some cheered for it.
Tang Qing was misunderstood. Nangong Han thought that Tang Qing’s criterion in choosing whether to kill or not was good and evil, but it was not the case at all. What Tang Ye saw was: "Don’t mess with me."
Don’t mess with me, don’t touch my people, maybe you kill all over the world and don’t bother to talk to you.
Understand the reason, the image of Nangong Han has become the simple, determined, stable and reliable big brother. For the first time in my life, Yuer reached out and tidied up the bun of Nangong.
It seems that there is an illusion again. At this time, the Nangong’s face is particularly bright, and its posture is tall and straight, which seems to have a light.
Actually, he’s nervous.
"I understand later, and I believe that Brother Han will be able to achieve great success."
A soft and charming body gently nestled on half a stake, and the warm voice was erratic, like a whisper in a dream.
"Late son won’t be disappointed in cold eldest brother, late son only worry about one day cold eldest brother disappointed in late son …"
The nangongshan cold body a tight, hurriedly replied: "how come? Don’t worry, no matter what you practice, no matter …"
The hands around the waist are tighter.
"You don’t understand, tell you later …"
A very strong spirit force rushed straight at me, with a consistent arrogance, and there is no doubt that Tang Qing’s voice sounded in their minds at the same time.