Chapter 42:

Chapter 42
Yan Xuanjing feels that he can retire.
After all, this guest is more like a dog than he is.
He looked at the sluggish forest and asked, "Who is that?"
When the forest came back, I thought that when Xuanjing was not introduced, he replied: "Qinchuan...a dragon."
Yan Xuanjing felt that the name was familiar. He thought a little and then stunned: "Oh, I heard that."

Hey?
Linmu sighed.
How did you hear it? It’s not that the Dragon Pulse hasn’t been a good record.

"Well, I am also the first time I saw it." Yan Xuanjing looked at the light green frisbee that Lin Mu picked up and threw it out. He looked at the dragon's pulse that suddenly smashed out and caught the frisbee. He felt that he could really retire. Down.
This dragon pulse is much more conscious than a pet.
"When you can walk through the passage, you can walk through the Great Wilderness and the Central Plains freely, but they rarely go to the Great Wilderness." After Xuan Jingjing finished, he guessed, "Probably because there are too many powerful monsters in the wild."
Yan Xuanjing observed the situation of Qinchuan a little and felt that he could completely catch him between his reaction. If it is murderous, the problem of catching the moment is not big.
Think again about your strength in the wilderness, that is, an upstream.
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It’s also very easy for him to catch this dragon pulse. The great wilderness is almost everywhere for the Dragon Wave.
Although the dragon veins are not like Qinchuan, but hidden in the mountains and rivers, they are almost difficult to detect the existence of dragon veins, but there are also some monsters in the wilderness that will look for dragons.
It's just that the dragon veins are usually not going to be in the wild, so the presence of this part of the monster is not always high.
In the impression of Xuanjing, there is almost no such monster's name, because the place where the apocalypse is looking for a strong aura does not need any means to find the dragon's pulse. The monster has a very keen sense of the aura.
Finding dragons is not necessary for them.
However, the dragon vein can also be refined, and it is not an accident.
From the time of ancient times, it has been said that everything is animated, and everything that is included in this object is naturally not limited to any type of existence.
Spirituality can naturally produce wisdom.
Only those who ran across the entire land of China did not have a little bit of movement. Instead, the small name that was not very famous became the first to become fine. It was beyond expectations.
But think about it too.
If the main veins and the veins become a fine run, then the roots of the land of China must be shaken.
"He has a little character..." Xuan Xuan looked at Qin Chuan, who was crawled on his head by a few little monsters. He was silent for two seconds and said, "Unexpected."
"I also think." Lin put the dog toys back into the bag, but did not close it, but simply put it in the living room.
"The Emperor House said let us be careful." Lin Mu said.
Yan Xuanjing is extremely keen in this respect.
He realized almost immediately that the "carefulness" that Emperor House said was to let them be careful.
It must be said that the existence of the veins will attract.
In those days, those who had the ability to seize the pulse and have the ability to let the Teya House overturn, since they dared to let go, it must have a way to track them.
Although Xuan Xuan does not think that for so many years, those who do evil are still in the end, but this kind of thing is not allowed.
It’s not those of the past, but there are other human beings. After all, there is no need to trace the skills of the dragon. In this respect, talent is far more important than the Tao.
In particular, he has heard that Qinchuan’s luck in this dragon is quite bad.
"Although I don't know what to watch out for..." Lin Mu looked at the circle of pilgrimages that he had planted outside, and felt that it should have nothing to do with it.
After all, the pilgrimage to the dynasty can be stopped outside, which is much better than his own half-hanger.
The woods packed up everything, and when they saw the little ginseng playing outside, they walked into the kitchen.
"Today, I was wronged and wronged with you." Lin Mu took out the food from the refrigerator. "I haven't cooked for a long time, I feel a little hand."
And when he was not born, he did not have small ginseng to cook.
The forest picked up the sleeves.
......
Qin Chuan has been so cool in the recent past that I have never been so happy.
During the day when the small ginseng was busy decorating the glass room, Qin Chuan either rested, or ran out to play cards with the mountain gods of Qingyao Mountain and played with the little monsters in the mountains.
For the first time, he was so unscrupulous that he had no worries and no worries.
Because every time he ran out, the nine-tailed fox in the forest family would follow him.
The demon power of the nine-tailed fox is a unilateral and absolute deterrent to the weak monsters in the mountains.
After so many days, Qin Chuan did not say that the little monsters did not dare to ask for a question about Qinchuan’s body.
In their view, the guys who can relate to the nine-tailed fox must not be able to go anywhere. They just played the game of hide-and-seek and ghosts, and they are quite happy.
But today Qinchuan is not alone.
The glass house was finally built. The small ginseng was squatting at his clothes after he came back from work. He cautiously begged him to accept some of the weak and strange monsters to get through the winter.
They are not living creatures with limbs and limbs. It is a matter of life and death.
At least the dog, the fox, after the animal became fine, as long as it was not eaten by other monsters, it would never encounter such cold and freezing things.
But the plants are made of strange things.
They have spirituality, and after they have opened their minds, they will not only attract other monsters, but also die because of the abnormal weather.
It is like an animal cub that was born and does not have fangs and claws. There is no blessing of the mother.
Little ginseng knows several such monsters in the mountains. They are hidden between earth and stone. They have not yet been able to cultivate to form, and they do not have the ability to escape.
Occasionally, the beasts will step on them and they will kill them.
Unlike the Emperor Hugh House, which is loved by the heavens and the earth, it is too difficult and difficult for ordinary plants to become lean.
Lin Mu feels that this experience is probably richer than Dixie and Xuanjing.
And Dixie has always been caring for the plants in the valley where he lives – although the little monsters that are fine in the valley will eventually be taken away by the big monsters, but this is Does not affect the natural affection of Emperor Xiu to his own family.
Yan Xuanjing is making things with them. If there is anything, he will not lose.
In the Great Wilderness, he only needs to bypass some of his seniors and he can go freely. In the Central Plains, he will not be able to roll over!
So Lin Mu took a group of old and small people into the mountains.
The little ginseng walked in front of the road and nervously licked his little belly pocket: "A few days ago, several humans entered the mountain and dug a sea otter. I don't know if she can live without it."
This topic is a bit heavy.
A few monsters that are just around the corner have not spoken.
However, Lin Mu has a say in this respect.
"If you are dug away, the problem should be small." Lin Mu said, "The sea otter is basically transplanted to other places, and the smart plants are stronger than ordinary plants." A little bit."
And if it is good, it may be taken to the flower and bird market.
There are many horticultural flower lovers who are soaking in the market every day. If you are lucky, you may have to be more comfortable than in the mountains.
Of course, the unfortunate situation will not be said, Lin Mu feels that this is not necessary.
Ginseng dolls have found quite a few delicate friends they know, and they are just as small flowers as him.
He explained the meaning to his friends, and then carefully moved them to the basin brought by the trees.
晏玄景 adorned at the end of the team, the footsteps paused for a moment, looking back at their way.
The wind blew through the bushes and made a sound of the sorrow.
The fingertips of the nine-tailed fox hidden under the big sleeves moved slightly, flashing a brilliance, and a mist came from the forest.
The fog walked in front of him and whispered as if the big and small monsters that were as easy as the spring tour didn't notice. Only the emperor sitting on the shoulder of the forest looked back at him.
Through the layers of fog, Xuanjing saw two humans who were ghostly hitting the wall in the fog, slowly recovering the gaze that fell behind, and returned home after the forest.
They came back very well, and there was a suit man standing far away on the concrete road outside the courtyard.
The woods stepped in.
The emperor's "噌" on his shoulder stood up.
"Mr. Lin Mu?" The man did not approach, but asked far away.
Lin nodded.
"Boss... The boss of the Emperor House told me to send something over." The man said, took out two small gauze bags, "I can't get close to your yard, so I can only wait here."
The one who stopped him should be the pilgrimage, and Lin Mu looked at the distance he stood, and made this judgment.
He also saw the two small yarn bags.
There are also such yarn bags in Xuanjing, and the top of the hill is also embroidered with the foxes of Qingqiu.
"Emperor House?!" Qin Chuan came out from behind and was lifted and held by the forest. "Where is the Imperial House?"
The man shook his head: "Sorry, I don't know."
Qin Chuan hangs his head and sighs with a sigh.
The woods are biased and look at the Xuanjing.
Yan Xuanjing glanced at the two gauze bags: "Yes... it’s my father’s Qiankun bag."
Lin Mu thought about it and lifted his foot to go to the man.
Yan Xuanjing stopped him and he passed.
Emperor Xiu smashed from the shoulders of the forest to the shoulders of Xuan Xuan. When he took over two gauze bags, he reached out and hugged one of them, and he did not let go.
Yan Xuanjing glanced at him and returned to the yard.
Over there, Qin Chuan and a few little monsters went to the glass room to set up the new friends. Here, Lin Mu and Yu Xuanjing stopped and turned to look at the two gauze bags.
"I didn't send me any news about the house." Lin Mu touched the phone, hehe, "What is it?"
Emperor Xiu looked around at the place where they stood, then jumped from the shoulders of Xuan Xuanjing, and walked to the open space of the swing in the yard with a small short leg, which opened the gauze bag.
A wooden board rolled out of the sandbag and rose in the wind, quickly occupying the empty corner of the yard.
Huge and thick, the thickness of light is much higher than that of Xuanjingjing. It is almost enough to reach the window of the second floor bedroom. The area is not small. After the whole yard is occupied by wooden boards, there is almost no much leftover space. The door is blocked.
The breath of wood on the block is very familiar, and he almost instantly understands what it is.
It is Emperor Hugh.
The wooden block of the Emperor's body.
"It's the body of Di Xiu." Yan Xuanjing confirmed his thoughts. He looked up at the little wooden man who was sitting on the huge piece of wood and slammed them down. He glanced at some of the pieces on the piece. Red stains.
is blood.
Still very fresh.
It seems that Emperor House has not been idle for a few days in recent days.
"How are these ontology predecessors ready to use?" asked Xuan Jingjing.
Emperor Hugh scored a bit.
Lin Mu and Yan Xuanjing looked up and never understood.
Emperor Xiu regained his body, and Xuan Jing smashed another gauze in his hand and said, "This should be the soil you have ever stayed in?"
The emperor nodded.
What the meaning of the Emperor House has been expressed is obvious.
I think Xuanjing.
He wants to let Tim Hsu directly plant himself back, to cultivate and nourish, and not to use these bodies to force him into a human form and involve cause and effect.
After all, the situation of the two of them is still not the same.
I just don’t know what Emperor Xi’s plan is.
In fact, Di Xiu did not reject the intention of Emperor House.
After going upstairs, he went straight to the second floor and took out his baby fruit.
Then he took two gauze bags and wandered around the yard for several laps. Finally, he chose the open space next to the swing.
Emperor Hugh opened the two gauze bags.
The earth and the wooden blocks rolled out of the gauze, but they did not occupy the entire courtyard as quickly as they did. Instead, they turned into extremely shallow green light and wrapped the little wooden man.
The small wooden man wrapped in light embraced the fruit, wrapped in layers of wood, and the roots were rooted into the soil. The body was filled with strength and pulled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, giving birth to five branches.
Layers of tree huts hid him deep into the trunk, and gradually, the shape of the puppet could not be seen.
"What about the fruit?" Lin Mu asked.
Yan Xuanjing pointed to his heart position: "Being a senior is a wooden heart."
Lin Shuran: "What is the wooden heart?"
Xuanjing thought for a moment and replied: "In general, it is the only weakness of the monster that makes the plant into a fine. It is like the well-known weakness of the nine-tailed fox is actually the tail. If you cut off a tail, the strength will be sharply reduced. The existence of this concept."
Lin Mu didn't know much about this kind of thing. He watched the branches of Di Xiu stretch out, and the green color emerged among the branches. The whole tree became a little bit lush.
The pale blue trees are not as big as the ones seen in the dream, but they are still prosperous and green.
The sun that gradually disappeared in the setting sun suddenly rose, and joyfully and cheerfully flocked to the re-growing of the emperor.
Among the golden glows of the mist, there is a human figure falling from the branches of the trees.
He wore a robes embroidered with golden leaves in dark green, and his long hair fell down with the wind.
He opened his eyes and looked at the trees in the courtyard.
The woods bathed in the prosperous Japanese, staying for a long time, taking a deep breath: "Dad, you look so beautiful."
It’s better than Xuanjing.
The nine-tailed fox standing next to him made a small sneeze.
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