A Demon’s Path

Ling Xiao stood in the morning or the house, and now it has become an empty ruin. Only half a word has been squeezed out: "*!"

At this year, the house price is so high, is it easy to own a ten-square-meter house in Beibei City?

Those **** are good, destroying the demon and destroying the devil, and even destroying their own houses, turning their own local residents of Beijiaocheng into a northern drift. How can this be called Ling Xiao?

However, when he thought that he was now a rich man and joined the Beibei School, his mood would be much better.

Going to the corner of the ruin of the house, Ling Xiao’s mind was moved, and a shovel in the magical space appeared in his hand.

Anyway, the sky is dark now, and the neighbors who ran out to take refuge have not returned, and he is not afraid of being discovered by his own magic.

This iron shovel is very useful, and when a hard stone hits it, it immediately breaks into earth powder.

In fact, Ling Xiao thinks that if it is not a treasure, how can the seven devil ancestors store an ordinary iron shovel into this space?

With the help of this shovel, Ling Xiao shoveled the gravel in three and five places, and dug a small pit.

In the pit, a small box lay quietly.

Ling Xiao patted the chest, but fortunately, the box was not shattered by the blue robe.

Ling Xiao took the shovel, took out the small box, and carefully opened the box.

There are dozens of orange spar in the box, and Ling Xiao also has accumulated in the strange space.

Even these dozens of orange spar are nothing to the scorpion that now has countless spar in the seven-story magic chain, but the mosquito is small and meat.

Waste is never a habit of smashing, and it is his virtue that he must be cheaper and desperate to take advantage of it.

In addition to the dozens of orange spar, there is a palm-sized gray token in the box.

The material of this token is not wood or iron. I don't know what material to use. It is very hard. Ling Xiao used to use it to open the walnut shell.

Holding this long-lost token again, Ling Xiao could not help but think of that figure.

Since the age of six years when Ling Xiao had a memory, a smiling man handed the token to his hand and said to him: "Son, you are six years old, you should learn to live independently. No, you keep this stuff, and it may be useful in the future. If you can reach the soul world, come to me, our two of them will go to see your mother. If you can't reach the soul world, then you are old. Be honest here as an ordinary person!"

After all, the man who claimed to be his father never looked back.

Ling Xiao vaguely remembered that when the man left, the sun shone on the man's figure and pulled his figure long and long.

And I don't know where a few drops of water came from the face of Ling Xiao. He inadvertently glanced at it. The taste was salty and bitter.

Who are you? from where? Why did the father leave like this? Why didn’t you remember a bit before you were six years old? What is this weird token?

Because of these problems, Ling Xiao has been depressed for twelve years.

These years, desperately making money, is to save enough spar to buy a soul chain and become a chain teacher.

He believes that as long as he becomes a chain master, one day he will solve the mystery of his own.

Now it's good, I don't have to buy it with Ling Xiaohua. The Seven Devils are not only giving away the seven-story magic chain for free, but also sent a lot of "gifts" and spar.

Ling Xiao now thinks clearly, even if the ceremony is too big, he accepted it.

Isn't that the seven guys who don't look good enough to see them? Deal!

However, what I have to do now is to immediately return to the Beibei School in the back of Beibei City. He just recognized the cheap Master Cheng Gantai only gave him an hour of time to let him deal with "family affairs."

When Ling Xiao thought about it, the token suddenly fell into the strange space.

Daddy, the token has changed, and Ling Xiao’s heart is awkward!

In that strange space, the original dull token was radiant at this time, revealing two bright spots of the last two or five.

The two light spots above are gold and black, facing each other at the ends of a circular pattern.

The side of the golden pattern of this circular pattern is white, and the other side of the black spot is a piece of black.

The following three spots are arranged side by side, each with a quirky word of a square.

Although Ling Xiaoyi had a lot of words on the mainland since he had a memory, he did not recognize the three words.

Ling Xiao even has a ridiculous idea that these words should not belong to this world, or else how can they not recognize it?

These three spots flashed a bit and then faded, but Ling Xiao but see clearly, are blood red, earth brown and sky blue.

"It’s a weird thing." The change of this token not only did not solve the problem of Ling Xiao, but made him even more confused.

However, Ling Xiao understands that this thing is definitely the same as his current seven-story magic chain.

"That is a cadre to accept me as a disciple, or to go to him to have a necklace for the gods to install the facade. Anyway, the seven devil ancestors said, I am a **** and a pair of souls, while cultivation does not conflict."

Ling Hao slammed his wishful thinking and flew away toward the northern foot of Beibei City.

However, if someone sees Ling Xiao’s rush at this time, he will definitely open his eyes.

His current speed, even unconsciously, can be combined with a fast horse.

Of course, Ling Xiao himself only felt that his body was a little fluttering, and apart from that, he did not feel any stranger.

Ling Xiao went straight up the mountain road in the back mountain of Beibei City and soon reached the top of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain is a large building with a lot of style. The green jade porcelain attached to the outer wall is enough to buy the entire Beijiao City.

Needless to say, the long-lasting white light that hangs on both sides of the main entrance, and the ink-painted stone plaque that reads the three characters of the Beibei School.

No matter which one is placed in the world, it is a priceless thing.

"The Beibei School is really rich!" This is the first time Ling Xiao’s evaluation of the Beibei School.

On weekdays, these mortals are just standing at the foot of the mountain, and they dare to be so close to the Beibei School.

"Where is the wild boy, this is not where you come, roll it!"

The two little sisters of Beibei sent the door to look at the slaves. When they saw Ling Xiao, the eyes of the two men were red* naked and engraved with two words: snobbery.

"The dog's eyes are low!" Ling Xiao said in his heart, his face is still the standard Ling Xiao smile: "Two brothers, trouble you to report to Master, I said that I am coming."

"How can the head of the house accept you like this wild kid! Fast roll..." A handful of people are preparing to continue to sneak away, and the hand that has just been tempted to stop has stopped.

Ling Xiao’s hand holds two orange spar, and in the setting sun, it shines extremely fascinatingly.

"Cough cough..." The little cicada coughed twice, and as long as he blew away Ling Xiao's hand and took the two orange spar.

Another little girl stared at the two spar in his companion's hand, revealing a greedy color in his eyes.

Ling Xiao secretly sneered, and took two orange spar from the carry-on bag and handed it to another little sister: "This is to respect the two brothers, and trouble the two brothers."

"Look at you quite a bit of fun!" I first received two spar's little slaps and patted Ling Xiao's shoulder: "Wait here, I will inform the head."

These two janitors are not disciples of the Beibei school, just the handymen here.

The two men usually have fifty red crystal stones, and Ling Xiao gave them two orange spar in one breath, which is equivalent to their four months of work.

The money can make the ghosts sway, and Ling Xiao knows this truth. The four orange spar are sent out, and the two "ghosts" naturally move.

After a while, the little scorpion came out and looked worried: "The head will let you in, the slate you sent, my brother, I dare not accept it..."

They originally thought that Ling Xiao was just a wild boy, and naturally he was fierce to him. Now I know that Ling Xiao is actually the apprentice of the new recruits. They never dare to offend Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao was too lazy to care about the two snobbish villains who were bullied and afraid of hard. The spar sent out, Ling Xiao did not intend to return.

These two guys have collected their own spar, and they are afraid that they will not be their younger brother?

When I first came to Beibei, I didn’t understand many things about Ling Xiao. With these two guys, it’s much more convenient to ask things.

Ling Xiao smiled and said: "No matter, this spar is given to you and I will give it to you. How can I go back? Right, what is the name of the two big brothers?"

These two little sisters were flattered: "The brothers are heavy, my name is Xiaosi, and he is Xiaowu. If there is anything in the future, the brothers will tell us to do it."

"Well to say, the little four brothers lead the way." Ling Xiao saw the effect, then smiled and followed the small four into the Beijiao.

When I came to the front of a hall, Xiaosi stopped. "There is a door in it. I can only bring you to the brothers."

"Well, the little four brothers go." Sending away the little four, Ling Xiao sorted out his clothes and walked into the hall in a serious way.

There are nearly a hundred young people in the left and right rows of the hall who are about the same age as Ling Xiao. They are looking at the newly joined disciples with curiosity and whispering for a while.

These people have some understanding, some don't know, and those who know are nothing more than saying that Ling Xiao is a little girl.

Ling Xiao no expression, all as if I did not hear.

The head of the company is sitting on the main seat of the hall, and a pair of young men and women stand on either side of him.

The man was tall and mighty, and his face was solid and confident. A pair of big eyebrows under the thick eyebrows looked at Ling Xiao with a god, as if to see Ling Xiao up and down, inside and outside.

The woman standing on the right side is about the age of sixteen, and looks very delicate. However, the eyes full of youthful spirits did not look at Ling Xiao, and the mouth was still muttering some ambiguous words.

Look at the girl's look of contempt, it is estimated that it is not a good word.

Ling Xiao did not hear it. He walked to the face of the majestic Cheng Gan, and gave a respectful dedication: "The singer is coming."