Chapter 1477: Zheng Xiaopeng: Looking for Ye Laoda to save my brother (six)

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But most of the paintings are still low-level symbols of the four products.
The only five-character symbol, only the one that has now robbed the head in the skylight market, has already been fired to the price of the break.
When Mu Yan’s thoughts moved, Fu Yi immediately burned and was pressed on Zheng Jiaming’s chest.
The golden flame burned rapidly on Zheng Jiaming and then spread from the chest toward the whole body.
Zheng Jiaming, who was asleep, began to twitch and his face was cold and sweaty.
Then, the black smoke visible to the naked eye emerged from his body and entangled in a golden flame.
Or more like being slowly swallowed by the golden flame.
Seeing all the black silk threads are engulfed in a golden flame.
The golden flame suddenly burst into two bursts and suddenly went out.
The black silk thread got rid of it and returned to Zheng Jiaming.
Zheng Jiaming screamed and painfully rolled on the bed.
Mu Yan reached out and smiled a little at his brow, and he fell asleep again.
"Big Brother! Big Brother!" Zheng Xiaopang looked at Mu Yan nervously. "Ye Dashen, what happened to that? What happened to my older brother?"
There was nothing too surprised on Mu Yan’s face, and it was faint:
The grade of the four-character is not enough, and there is no way to get all the poison of the cold to be cleared.

After all, Meixin was once a repairer of the robbery period.
Even if it is now degraded, there is no one in strength, but it is not a four-character symbol that can resist.
Zheng Xiaopeng hurriedly said, "What should I do? Can you not save the big brother even Ye Hao?"
"What are you in a hurry?" Mu Yan is still slow, taking out the cinnabar pen and yellow paper. "The four-character symbol can't be done, and it's not a good idea to change the five-character."
After that, Zheng Xiaopeng stared at him with a stunned look.
Mu Yan found a place to support, and he leaned over to start the painting.
The red cinnabar ink, slowly on the yellow paper, smudges the gorgeous and complicated pattern.
The mellow and even spiritual power, a little bit of the outline of the pattern, infiltrated into the smashing and the paper.
Zheng Xiaopeng blinked and blinked.
Wait! Wait! Shouldn’t the painting be a burning incense bath, calm and nourish, and correctly sitting in front of the case?
Why... Why did Ye Dashen just lean on a corner and start painting?
And painting so fast?
Hidden, Zheng Xiaopang feels that he has heard the soft sound of the piano.
The sound of the piano was intermittent and not a song, but it made him feel as if he was in the middle of the mountain, forgetting everything around him.
"Okay, draw it."
Until the sound of Mu Yan's light sound, Zheng Xiaopeng suddenly returned to God.
Then I saw Mu Yan slowly walked to Zheng Jiaming and put the charm of the hand on him.
The corner of the mouth evokes a deep arc. "I would like to see if it is your arrogance, or my definite spirit."
......
After half an hour.
Zheng Xiaopeng followed his big brother and watched his big brother respectfully give Mu Yan a hoe, and his heart was beautiful, and he didn't know how much.
Look, he thinks that the big brother is more powerful and more powerful.
He used to be in trouble, and his older brother protected him and helped him.
Now he finally has the ability to protect his eldest brother.
From the Tianguang Market, Zheng Jiaming saw the chubby brother, could not help but gently touched his head, the eyes were a little red, "Golden treasure, thank you. This time without you, my eldest brother is probably dead."