Chapter 6479: All are doomed

The way of time advancement makes Ye Qian really feel very surprised.
One night, in Ye Qian’s induction, it only takes a quarter of an hour to complete. In half a year, it still takes only a quarter of an hour. In the middle of this quarter of an hour, Ye Qian’s experience with the parasitic host juvenile It’s vivid.
Ye Qian didn't know the effect of this kind of divineness. It was the function that the powerful Fang Jibo actively controlled to introduce into his mind, or the function of the virtual soulless method.
If it is the latter, Ye Qian feels that he still has the possibility of going out, but if it is the former, it is really a gutter.
What is your own memory, letting others go in and out, it is easier than public transportation, and there is still a fart hope.
During this quarter of an hour, Ye Qian had a sense of identity with the young party Ji Jibo in the past six months. He felt that it was indeed a seed to ask for immortality. The talents of talents are quite good. The key is that the level of effort and Ye Qian also have A fight, of course, is also closely related to the February Eternal Fairy Elders.
Ye Qian followed the young party Fang Jibo to receive the education of the disciples of the Orthodox Church. In fact, compared with the younger party, Ji Jibo, Ye Qian’s harvest is undoubtedly more and more precious, not only to make his foundation more solid, but also to sneak into the situation. Eight-fold, voyeuristic and nine-pointed have some recognition.
Even, for the first time, Ye Qian knew that the glimpse of the road was above the nine points.
In Xianmeng, it’s already a top-level force in voyages. For example, if you look at the situation or the strong people who ask the world, the resources within Xianmeng can no longer meet their cultivation needs, most of them are not in the secondary world, but Travel around the world to take risks, and use his resources to increase his own resources.
Among the top eight forces of Xianmeng, even a lot of savvy and powerful people will rely on foreign objects to go to the heavens to take risks. This is also the first time that Ye Qian’s doubts are rarely heard. Most of the real willingness is outside, and the rest of the family is responsible for guarding the ancestral land of the mountain, where there is a sense of guilt.
Of course, there are some other secrets, but Ye Qian is a fun listener.
More importantly, Ye Qian found a pattern in the time dimension of this quarterly clock, such as half a year. However, when the child’s concern or speech dialogue, the time will be relatively slow, some less important, such as rest time, almost seamless. Skip, flash cut.
Time once again stayed in the juvenile Fang Jibo bid farewell to Master February Hong, the revolving party is ready to enter the ancestral secrets to find Yanshou Zhongbao Jiuzhi Lingzhi.
In the town, Fangjia is the second largest force behind the mayor's family. In this small town, it is really a big force. Even if the mayor sees it, he must also treat the family. people.
Well, this statement is even a bit funny for Ye Qian. There are two top powers in a small town. They are not even sneak peeks at the cultivators. The real master is the elder of the foreign sect. Hong.
Of course, in Ye Qian’s opinion, the strength of February Hong is like that. At most, he can take two more knives under his knife, no more.
As the eldest son of Fang Jiaxuan, Juvenile Fang Jibo is also a pro-disciple of February Hong. According to the statement, the status of Fangjia is undoubtedly second only to the homeowner's blessing. This is still seen in the identity of the father's identity.
In fact, Fang Jibo is not very good in the family. In the past, the young party did not know why. Before the age of 12, in addition to his father, other Terran people always look cold and Fang Jibo can even perceive them. Disdain, contempt!
Fang Jibo has been working hard, practicing hard and studying hard. While other children have fallen asleep, he is still waving his sword in his hand; while other children are still asleep, he has begun to meditate and practice less than two hours of sleep every day. year old.
He thought that his efforts would be respected and praised by the people. But reality is always cruel. No matter how hard he tries, how to cultivate, except for his father, no one will praise him and encourage him.
Every time the breakthrough is exchanged, it will always be the same coldness, and the tedious sarcasm in the eyes.
In this way, at the age of twelve, Fang Jibo couldn't bear to kill his compatriot's younger brother. The Fangjia whole family gathered in the ancestral temple, and witnessed the lord Fang Fufu to smash the eldest son Fang Jibo out of the house and remove the genealogy.
When the youngsters followed the wave for three and a half years and reappeared outside the Fang’s old house, the scene of despair in the past reappeared. Ye Qian, who was parasitic on Fang Jibo, could clearly recall the scene at the time.
No one has pleaded for Fang Jibo. No one has a smile in his eyes. It is still so cold, so disdainful, and even a satirical voice. The coldness of the heart and lungs made Fang Jibo fall into despair.
Juvenile Fang Jibo looked helplessly to his father, Fang Laifu, and only got a heavy sigh and a cold announcement. "Three years later, I will let your fellow brothers kill your life!"
In a simple and simple sentence, it became the last straw of the young Fang Jibo. At that time, the tears flowed out uncontrollably. Fang Jibo glanced at every so-called tribe and his father, and walked out. The temple.
Since then, Fang Jibo has no home, sleepy in the tree to rest, hungry to kill some beasts to eat and eat, month after month to accept only the training of the master who heard his voice, until six months ago, three years ago At the end of the period, he defeated his brother, Fang Jilang, and officially became a disciple of Master February.
Juvenile Fang has been watching the strange and familiar door in front of him, and the past has emerged. For a long time, Fang Jibo found that his eyes were a little fuzzy, laughing and laughing at himself, striding over the threshold of Fangjiagao.
"The big man is good, the lord is waiting for you in the study!" The grandfather of the goalkeeper reverently bowed to the Fangjia Dagongzi who had not appeared for more than three years. The grandfather had already spread it all over the place. The big son became a disciple of the big man. Different from them.
Juvenile Fang Jibo smiled warmly at the goalkeeper, nodded, did not say anything, he now practiced the introduction of flying fairy teaching for half a year, officially became a cultivator, Xianfan two separated, his smile, to the mortal, and to the grass The smile of the stone is no different.
Juvenile Fang Jibo walked through the hall and passed through the cloister. He came to his father Fang Jibo’s study room and squatted three times. He stood by the door and waited.
"Come in." The thick voice of the França in the house sounded in the ear.
"I have seen my father!" Into the study room, the young Fang Jibo greeted the middle-aged man in front of the rosewood desk.
Everything seems to be the same three and a half years ago. Fang Jibo did not call Fang Laifu as the owner of the family as he did six months ago, but the parasitic Ye Qian could clearly feel that the young Fang Jibo was deeply buried in his heart.
"Get up!" Fang Laifu sighed and carefully looked at the eldest son who had not seen him for half a year. His appearance did not change much. They grew taller, familiar but strange, strange temperament, strange eyes.
Fang Jibo silently watched the fathers and adults who had not seen for many years. Everything has not changed. The appearance of the present, such as the majesty of the present, is relatively silent.
"Is it still okay in the past six months?" Fang Laifu really couldn't stand the atmosphere and asked without any words.
In fact, let alone the six months, even if you walked away from the wave for three years, every move will be known. Fang Jibo has never had two killer protections. Even after he learned from the Feixian teaches the powerful cultivator, the two killers have not left Fang Jibo. The information about him will be transmitted at least once a day.
"Very good..." Fang Jibo replied dryly, he really couldn't say anything else. Although Master smiled all day, he looked like a human being, but how could he not know that Master was a strict believer? posture?
In the past six months, I have never been relaxed in one day. Of course, Fang Jibo himself is also bitter and enjoys it.
When I couldn’t find how to describe how good I was, Fang Jibo didn’t go through the brain, and he stupidly said:
It’s better than at home!

Realizing that he was stupid, Fang Jibo quickly closed his mouth.
Fang Laifu heard the words, although the look did not change, but the chest had obvious ups and downs, silently opened his mouth, can not say a word.
The study is once again in silence!
For a long time, Fang Laifu waved his hand weakly. "Go back to the room first! Enter the secrets. I will unify the afternoon at the temple."
"Yes!" Fang Jibo walked out of the study after the ceremony and was very far away.
I was aware that the servants were curious, and the 'family' were still looking. Fang Jibo didn’t smile. He walked in the maze of the ancestral home like a maze. The surface of the ancestral home was built according to the day after tomorrow. In February, Hong said that there is a guardianship law in the underground of the ancestral home. Unfortunately, it has been ruined for many years now. Unless there are eight masters of the law, it will not be repaired.
From the place where his residence was without a piano, Fang Jibo’s footsteps became slower and slower and eventually stopped.
Looking up at the pavilion, Fang Jibo chewed the word "No Qin" on the dragon and the phoenix dance, only to feel the bitterness in his heart.
I remember the first time he asked his father why his family ignored him and didn't like himself. His father only told him that he could get their favorite and praise if he tried hard to cultivate. If you can't get it, just because he is still not working hard, this piece of cockroache was also given to him by his father.
Ha ha! It turned out that my father knew the ending, and everything was doomed!
No piano is ruthless, how simple! It was only until today that he discovered it!
Born in a family of killers, this kind of hands-on family, this is its luxury.
Fang Jibo shook his head and sighed. From the time he stepped into the house, he was not quite normal. Recalling the usefulness of those old things!
Those mortals will eventually become the bones of the shackles one day, and the other side will be destined to go further and further on the fairy road. Although they have the same blood, they are now two worlds. So important, it’s better to forget...