Chapter 278: Be his slave girl

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"Ghosts want to see you, I am still afraid of long needles." Ye Lingyue twisted his head awkwardly.
"The little woman who is a bit of a heart, this house is hungry, and I will find some food and drink for this seat." Wu Zhong has a slap in the air.
This time it is a big truth, not only him, Ye Lingyue is also hungry.
"Why! I am not your maid." Ye Lingyue blew.
This man, really shameless face, knowing it, not so conscience, found him hurt, let him hurt.
Witch’s eyelids lifted and lifted his hand.
His hand, because of the burn of Nirvana, the skin ruptured, although Ye Lingyue was treated, the wound was still very serious. In these few days, he could not touch the water and hands.
"From today, until the injury is restored, you are the little slave girl in this seat. You have to take responsibility for eating and drinking Lazarus, eating and sleeping," Wu said slowly.
"Do your spring and autumn dreams, and ask this girl to serve you, unless the sun hits the East." Ye Lingyue almost died without being smothered by the words of Wu.
This arrogant, arrogant, and brain-destroying sorcerer should let him be burned alive by Nirvana, so as not to jeopardize the millennium.
"Little girl slave, your attitude, is too big difference? With what kind of phoenix that kid has a headache, you are on the lookout, but also take the initiative to send a hug. This seat is injured, you can not go far How far is it?" In the words of Wu Zhong, it was full of sourness.
"How can you and Feng Xiong be the same, he is kind and ... and so on, why do you know that I am personally serving Feng Feng? Also, what is called a gift, I just do the doctor's part." Ye Lingyue A fierce one.
Feng Yu is not saying that he does not know the ghosts and emperors. Why do you think about the phoenixes, a very familiar tone.
"This point, also includes mouth-to-mouth feeding. Then you give it to the seat, but also take a look at it?" Wu said with great enthusiasm.
Ye Lingyue’s face suddenly burned red.
He even knows how to feed medicine.
She and Feng Yu, originally plain and white, but Wu said so, as if she and Feng Yu have something like.
"Do you monitor the phoenix? Can you please move the underground hall, how much does the other party give you?" Ye Lingyue turned to think again, Feng Qi will never deceive her, there is only one possibility.
Ghost Emperor Wu was seriously obsessed with the actions of the people, only to secretly monitor the phoenix's every move.
With the power of the underground sacred temple, it will be clear to the things around Fenghuang.
Wu smiled disdainfully. If he told his little slave girl the truth of the matter, he was afraid that the little boy would die and live.
"Poor, this seat is to save someone who has no heart and lungs..." Wu Zhong is sick and stunned.
For fear of his mouth, and then to say more things that embarrass her, Ye Lingyue stunned indignantly.
"Okay, I can't find it."
Ye Lingyue kicked a stone on the ground and slammed the gang, angered to find food and water.
Wu’s lips were hooked and a pair of eyes stared at the back of Ye Lingyue.
His eyes turned and fell to the eight prefecture-level swords.
"Taiyi Eight Swords, Taiyi School has been used to suppress evil spirits and fierce beasts since ancient times. It is impossible to think of it. One day, it will fall to the hands of my wise."
These eight swords were made by the eight elder swordsmen who were the most famous in the history of the Taiyi School.
They were worshipped on the sword stand, symbolizing the gas movement of the entire Taiyi faction.
At that time, the elder who cultivated Taiyi and became a beast was suppressed by the eight swords.
In order to completely control these eight swords, Wu Zhong also needs to refine and refine it, completely erasing the spiritual power of the eight elders who are practicing swords.
Closed his eyes, Wu Zhong's body, a golden, like a scorching sun, filled with the power.
Just as the ground raised a sun.
That Yuan Li, like a flame, went straight into the sky.
The warrior, although not like the alchemist, can do whatever he wants, or a refining device.
However, as long as the warrior breaks through the fire robbery of the reincarnation, he can use the fire of the Yuanli in the body and the second spirit to refine the spirit, which is the so-called secondary processing tool.
The sorcerer’s practice is the practice of the dynasty. The fire of his reincarnation is also the congenital bonfire of the yang to the new.
With his cultivation, he used the fire of his own power to honour these eight swords, and let these eight swords be absolutely obedient to him.
Eight swords, after nearly half an hour of rituals, only heard a bang, eight swords turned into one, and turned into an epee.
The epee, which has a weight of 888 pounds, a sword and two palms, has a golden eight-clawed golden dragon on the sword.
"Eight swords and one, named Tianzhu, this seat is also worthwhile." Wu Zhongchang screamed, Tianzhu issued a deafening sound of dragons.
The sound shook in all directions, only a golden light flashed, and Tianzhu fell to the side of Wu Zhong, like a most loyal guard.
In the distance, Ye Lingyue has not returned yet.
"Oh, this time, it’s really a horse’s hoof, and it’s been pitted once by the small Taiyi’s Zhenshan seal.
Wu seriously examined his wounds.
He has not suffered such a heavy injury for many years.
It should be that, except for the age of six, I have never been hurt.
"But it is also an unexpected harvest. Actually, letting this seat enter the seal, this seat is to look at it. What is the appearance of the Zhenshan artifact that Taiyi sent to the heart?" Wu looked at the unknown distant place, hanging at the corner of his mouth. Evil smile.
The Scorpio Eight Swords are only the Zhenshan Spirit Sword, the real Taiyi School’s Zhenshan Artifact, or, by the Scorpio Eight Swords, there is another thing.
After a while, Ye Lingyue returned.
The change of the sword when the sword was formed, even in the distant Ye Lingyue, has already felt it.
She glanced at the golden sword beside the witch, and the strange color flashed in her eyes.
Unexpectedly, the ghost emperor is a great refiner.
This sword-like golden sword, the grade is absolutely no less than the top grade, and may even be a heavenly weapon.
She did not know where she was, found water and fruit, and threw it into the face of Wu Zhong.
"Hmm~"
Wu Zhong took out a nasal sound, and once again, he took aim at his hand.
An unprecedented sense of powerlessness, breeding from Ye Lingyue's heart.
"Wuzhong, you are deliberately unable to do it, the refiner can refine, drink a water, but it is not alright?"
"The refiner uses the brain, not the hand." Wu Zhong answered with conviction.
If she can go back in time, she would rather be hurt herself, and don't owe the witch to the bastard, the big one.
Although not reconciled, Ye Lingyue can only be a bite, feeding the witch to drink water and eat.