Museum of Demons

　　 The girl's eyebrows are clear and quiet, and Wei Yuan's appearance is reflected in her eyes.

There is a special fragrance in the temples and hair, like the high wind hovering above the nine heavens. It seems that they have never touched the ground so close. The faces of both of them fainted for a while, and there is a soft atmosphere. Fermenting between them, like wine that has been brewed for five thousand years, exudes an intoxicating fragrance.

　　 Wei Yuan couldn't help but step forward slightly.

　　 The girl's eyes fell slightly in front of her.

　　 The beating of the heart seems to be jumping for joy.

It is as if the victorious swordsman is about to swing his destined sword towards the strongest opponent, as if the general is leading the army behind him and stepping through the gates of the enemy's capital city. This is the most glorious and impossible in this life. The moment of fading.

　　 "Dangdangdang..."

　　 At this moment, there was a monotonous sound that was enough to cause cardiac arrest.

　　 Then there was a burst of familiar to boring singing.

　　 The picture in front of him froze, and then slowly shattered in a blink of an eye, disappearing bit by bit, replaced by the winter sun flowing in from the cracks in the window, with a little laziness.

　　 "Gan!"

Wei Yuan lay on the bed, raised his hand and took out the gun, and directly smashed the alarm clock on the side with a bang. The smell of gunpowder left in the gun, as if the continuation of the scene in the dream, reminding Wei Yuan of everything. It was just a dream, and then lay the corpse on the bed, and the whole person looked like a grayish-white after burning out—

　　 The gift giving was already two days ago.

　　Perfect and even more than achieved the original purpose.

　　 It's just... it seems that the impact is a bit big.

　　 Now he actually doesn't know how to talk to Jue, and Jue seems a little bit to avoid him.

　　 I just had a hug and dreamed for several days in a row. This is too embarrassing to say.

　　 The water ghost wearing the museum’s traditional pink HelloKitty apron stood helplessly at the door.

This apron is used by the museum staff in rotation. It is only worn by the monk Yuanjue. This apron is somewhat stretched, and the water ghost is a little too big. It looks like a little malnourished man is wearing it secretly. Adult clothes.

　　 Shui Gui held the spatula in one hand and the bottle of vinegar in the other, and the corners of his mouth twitched:

　　 "Boss, you should get up."

　　 Wei Yuan lay down on the corpse and did not respond.

　　 The water ghost turned over the body of the alarm clock, fell silent, and said seriously:

　　 "Boss, you give up."

　　 His eyes were sighing, like a great philosopher in ancient Greece meditating on the sunset:

　　 "Dream is just the natural activity of the brain."

　　 "It is something that allows you to combine your past experiences."

　　 "Things you haven't experienced, there is no way to recover from your dreams."

　　 Wei Yuan: "……"

　　 You really owe it.

After a while, with the sound of snapping fingers, the water ghost was crossed out again, and several people downstairs also heard the movement. Yuanjue prepared breakfast for Wei Yuan, while Qi’s army soul was cleaning, accompanied by the fight. With the sound of yawning, Wei Yuan walked down.

　　While eating breakfast lazily, Wei Yuan opened the daily morning news.

　　 Of course, the main body now is the promotion and popularization of the extraordinary world. It is said that scientists have begun to study how to combine the power of Reiki with the power of modernization.

　　 For example, there are specially made talisman in the missile. For example, facing the vampire count of the dark castle in the west, a 3,000-meter sniper projectile directly penetrates the count of ultraviolet rays into the count's dream, allowing him to experience what is meant by the passing sunset.

　　 Of course, the more important thing is to integrate into the people's livelihood first.

　　 For example, planting vegetables, planting vegetables, or growing vegetables!

Think about the several spells that all agricultural universities must learn after practice is popularized. One is the rain technique and the other is the rooting technique of the wood system. Then there will be farmland in the desert, two rows of modern college students, the first row to plant seeds and the second row. Just cast rain, directly push the Sahara, and plant watermelon in the desert.

　　 The temperature difference between day and night at that level.

　　 will inevitably cause the melon to be big and sweet.

　　 Which China do you think the people who eat melon can bear?

　　 It is estimated that in the future, it will be possible to combine the whirlwind technique with the soil fixation technique, and to grow vegetables directly in the house.

　　Of course, you can also plant flowers.

　　 Wei Yuan looked at the flower shop that hadn't opened in the last two days.

I really don’t know how to speak, and Jue is not angry, because no one thought of such a big movement at the time, but fortunately, he didn’t get anything at all. He had successfully deducted the picture of the water ghost. open.

　　 Wei Yuan printed one directly, uploaded one in the cloud, and saved it in a dozen U disk.

　　 Finally, I put one directly in the sleeve of Qiankun·Kunlun Yaochi.

　　 The water ghost sat cross-legged in his happy water mixing workshop.

　　 is wearing an elegant deacon uniform, plain glasses, and stretches out the **** to support the glasses frame.

The expression on 　　's face is like a flattering smile when some real estate agents see a big man buying a house without blinking his eyelids.

　　 There are Bluetooth headsets in my ears.

　　 "No problem."

　　 "The photo has been sent to you."

　　 "Remember the praise, Museum Coke is always at your service."

　　 The opposite of the earphone is of course the girl from Qingqiu Country.

The water ghost sent the photo data directly to the past, and then got the share of happy water that is estimated to be unfinished in a hundred years. The expression on his face is a bit like an old farmer with a good harvest. Feng Siyu sat on a chair and looked strangely. The water ghost wiping the goblet while humming, thought for a while, and then curiously said:

　　 "Did you give the photo data to Sister Nianjiao?"

　　 "Yes."

　　 "...Then you gave the photo to the Master Weiguan?"

"Yes."

　　 Feng Siyu: "..."

　　 Her little head suddenly froze, looking at the water ghost with a brisk look, she was sluggish, and she still asked, "What do you picture?"

　　 Don’t you know that Sister Nvjiao didn’t plan to give this picture to the Master Weiguan?

　　Water ghost is musing.

　　 then gave a thumbs up, smiled heartily and replied:

　　 "There is no middleman to make the difference!"

　　 "……"

　　 Feather girl can't hold it any longer.

　　 Even Feng Siyu had to be amazed.

　　 "You are really amazing."

　　 "Is all water in your head?"

　　 "Humph, of course."

The water ghost blew his whistle triumphantly. He was dressed in a deacon’s uniform. He looked like a long body. He had a hot towel on his left arm and an iron tray with five fingers on his right. He placed a cup of specially tuned happy water beside Feng Siyu on top. There was also half a sliced ​​lemon.

　　 "Try it hard."

　　 "I must fight that guy to see whose happiness water is orthodox."

　　 Feng Siyu nodded his head.

　　 Then he opened a bag of cucumber-flavored potato chips.

　　 Refreshing cucumber, specially tuned happy water, and sweet, bitter chocolate.

　　 This is Feng Siyu's choice today.

　　 "Thank you, Feng Siyu judge."

"give it to me."

　　…………

　　 Inside the flower shop, the girl was a little relieved when she saw Wei Yuan turn back.

　　 The palms pressed lightly on his chest, frowning slightly.

　　 Why do you want to hide?

　　 She doesn't understand why such emotions are produced.

　　 Why did it gradually breed.

When I was hugged two days ago, I don’t know why the paintings of those painters kept popping up in my mind, like murals on Kunlun Jade Bi, surging up in my mind. The wind above nine days is the freest nature. , Her heart should always be so free and empty.

　　 But I don't know why, but at that moment it became a little heavier.

　　 The past experience all surfaced and fell in my heart, like clouds falling into the wind.

　　 is like a northern swallow fluttering its wings and patrolling south, a feather falling down.

It seemed to be filled with something, just like this, she didn’t know why she had to hide from Yuan, and she didn’t know why after seeing Wei Yuan go back, there was a strand that was almost imperceptible in her heart while relaxing. Lost.

　　 Relaxed and heavy, happy but lost.

　　 This is an emotion that does not belong to the gods.

　　 "The Queen Mother of the West..."

　　 The book in the girl's hands was placed on her chest, and she gently said, "What's wrong?"

　　…………

　　 Wei Yuan sat at the table, thinking about what he should do next.

The reincarnation of the true spirit of 　　 overlord, as long as it grows up, it should grow into the fighting power of the human side.

　　 This time he must break his self-sufficiency in character.

The material of the seal of Gonggong is gold and iron with the luck of Kyushu and the world. At this moment, it has become a twelve gold person, and it has lost its original particularity. However, Gonggong and human beings have conflicts in their positions, and they will definitely meet each other in the future. Enemy, when the time comes, either re-find the materials for sealing and co-working in the mountains and seas, or directly retrieve Xingtian's head, so that Xingtian can return to the state of being able to beat and have a brain.

in addition…

　　 Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and pressed it to his heart.

　　 can still feel the tingling faintly.

　　 Before, Dao Yan had recruited the fragments of Taiping Yaoshu to cut the dragon veins.

He saw the past experience from it, but in the end, he saw the phantom of Luoshu again. During the Ming Dynasty, he was pierced through the heart by a sword. The tingling feeling, even if it is now recalled, It was still very clear, different from the shot of the Overlord.

　　 The wound of that shot was fierce and domineering, and the feeling of fiery heat was even stronger than the sharp pain for a moment.

　　 And that sword is like the bite of a poisonous snake.

　　 Who is it...

　　 Wei Yuan pressed his brow. UU reading www. uukanshu. com

The fog in front of me is getting heavier and heavier. Compared with these things, the award of the'Golden Seal of the God of Wisdom to Sakurajima' on Longhu Mountain in a few days is already insignificant. In order to clarify what happened in the Ming Dynasty, On the one hand, looking for antiquities, on the other hand, you have to go to Changbai Mountain.

　　Look at whether Liu Bowen left anything behind.

　　 His character must have left behind.

　　While Wei Yuan was meditating.

A sudden sleepiness struck him. The familiar feeling interrupted Wei Yuan’s thinking, causing him to open his mouth, feeling speechless. He just woke up for a while. This situation The dream below only represents one thing—

　　 The call of the five villains of the ancient times!

　　 Ancestor training group, iron fist of love!

　　 and Xing Tian's hearty laughter.

　　淦!

　　 Isn't it dissatisfied with the previous reaction on Takatenhara?

　　 Wei Yuan's forehead twitched.

　　 Make up the exam?

　　PS: Today’s first update...in the card text...three thousand words~

　　Thank you for your life, the leader of Wenwen, thank you~

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