Chapter 577: Shaojun’s anger (1)

Heaven, west.
Ninety-nine heavy black clouds cover the sky, and the black clouds in the shape of a disc are vast and boundless. On each cloud cover, there are countless palaces and pavilions.
A heavy cloud cover is stacked up, and the bottommost cloud cover has the largest diameter. The top ninety-nine heavy cloud cover has the smallest area, but the diameter is more than ten million miles.
Numerous back-winged Tianbing days will circle around these clouds, as if they will never be tired, never seeing them fall to rest. From a distance, these Tianbing days will have a few long black feathers in the huge wings behind them. When they fly, they draw a long black light mark in the void.
On the top layer of the cloud cover, a large piece of luxury and exquisite, in the dark golden palace pavilion, Gongsun 琅琅 wearing a loose and elegant black robes, a light smile, briskly between the verandas.
More than a dozen pretty, unusually beautiful little girls smiled and followed closely behind Gongsun. A group of little hoes look like honey, and they stick to the tall, strong back of Gongsun, and they won't leave the minute.
Gongsun knows that these little hoes are peeking at him.
In this regard, he was quite enjoyable, and his smile on his face became more and more indifferent.
Isn't this justified?
Born in honor, talented and excellent, self-cultivation is considered to be the best in the young generation of Tianting, and it is also a means of high-mindedness. It is graceful and well-handled. Who does not pass on the name of his grandson?
Don't talk about the other waste sons of the Emperor and the King, and the group of their waste brothers...
‘Hehe’, they have the same blood and Gongsun’s, but compared with Gongsun’s, it’s a bunch of garbage!
Wei Sun, who was very head-on, was in a good mood. He walked down the cloister and passed through a small flower bud, handing a precious and incomparable Kowloon Swallowing Day Zhu Pei to a gardener who was squatting.
The gardener looked at the heavy Zhu Pei, who was heavy in his hands and shining with dazzling light. The sincere and fearful one squatted on the ground, shouting and shouting to express his heartfelt gratitude and fanatical support to Gongsun.
Gongsun smiled and nodded, and the pace left easily.
This is... fools!
Give them a little bit of insignificance. For Gongsun, there is no junk that has no value at all. They will be grateful for their sincerity and sincerity. They are grateful for the five bodies. This gardener now wants to dedicate his family’s life to the grandson. What happened?
Of course, although their family's life is not worth the money, it is useless to Gongsun.
But this feeling is really good!
Gongsun smiled and walked through the small garden, passing through a moon gate, on both sides of a small road in front, and planted with all-out dark bamboo. These arrows are all seventeen and eight feet tall, but only the thickness of the wrist is short, the short is the slender abnormality, and the pen is quite like an arrow.
Every bamboo leaf on the dark arrow bamboo is black as ink, and it constantly ejects a black mist that is as sharp as a knife.
The black mist is like a real spurt in the air, and when it hits each other, it still makes a sound of ‘叮叮’. These black gases tend to fly in the air for more than a quarter of an hour, and will slowly settle down.
The land in the bamboo forest is dark as ink, no reflection, no weeds on the ground, clean and sleek, revealing a strange temptation to lie on the ground, eternal and this land.
"Stop!" Gongsun’s right hand gently pressed, a group of little hoes stopped reluctantly, staring at the back of Gongsun’s eyes, the hot, sweet eyes, but full of An indescribable color of resentment.
Gongsun Yan smiled, he could clearly feel the resentment of these little girl's heart.
But as a superior, he must not be able to rely on these little gimmicks. He must have a little bit of his own secrets and keep a little mysterious, so that he can better attract those who are next!
Although he knew that these little hoes had become his captives, both the body and the soul had been completely captured by him.
But this kind of feeling of arbitrarily controlling the emotions and emotions of others is really great.
From life to destiny, the whole control, this feeling of controlling the overall situation is even better.
Along the path in the bamboo forest, the path of the dragonfly is hundreds of miles long. At the foot of Gongsun, but only a short tea time, he came to the depths of the bamboo forest.
There is a small lake here, and the lake of about a thousand acres is full of lotuses with all the body black and no variegated colors.
From the lotus leaf to the lotus flower, it is dark and inky. In the lotus of the size of the water tank, a black glory rises up, and an illusory and blurred figure is drawn on the lotus platform, which exudes a suffocating and swaying god. Terrible power.
Look closely, these blurred figures are like a statue that has been enshrined on the platform for countless years. They slowly turn around, and the deep eyes stare at the Gongsun, and then continue to make a low 'hehe 'laughter.
The terrible powers filled the void.
A wave of waves makes people sway, almost wandering in the void in the horrible power of disintegration.
There are subtle singular buzzing sounds in the ears of Gongsun’s ears. This voice is full of the most tempting and degrading force of time. If those little hoes come here, they estimate that the moment they hear this sound, the soul has already Flying out of the body, the complete disappearance of smoke.
Gongsun sighed lightly, and his black eye flashed like a seal.
All visions have disappeared.
All the black lotuses stand there quietly, and the black flowers of the whole body give people a strange feeling of incomparable holiness, incomparable dignity, incomparable majesty and high above.
Gongsun Yan smiled, stepping on the black lotus on the lake, and the lightly crossed the lake, and came to a small building on the other side of the bank.
Push the door open and enter the room.
The outside world seems to be only three stories high, occupying a small building of seven or eight square feet, but the interior is a magnificent and magnificent palace. The black palace in the dark palace is filled with dark mist, a quiet, quiet, almost dead atmosphere filling the void, and the subtle sounds of all the actions of Gongsun's scorpion are swallowed up by the palace.
"Come on!" Inside the palace, a sweet, charming, hateful, like-fired moth burned like a faint voice: "Hey, recently, what's new, what's new?"
This voice is lazy to the extreme, every word seems to have exhausted all the strength, after soaking in the honey jar, this slowly spit out the lips.
"Ming Guangming's Ming Moer has soared." Gongsun Yan smiled briskly: "Although it was unexpectedly soaring, I have sent someone to greet it. As long as she comes, the plan is fixed!"