Museum of Demons

Jue's eyes were suspicious: "Did you misheard?"

"Ha, ha ha, of course, my ears are not so good, and the sound of it is the sound of water."

Cold sweat broke out on the water ghost's forehead.

The sharp-edged boning knife in the girl's unconscious hand was lifted. After cutting the tomatoes, the red juice flowed down, and the edge of the blade reflected the hanging lights. Senhan sharp: "But, A Shui, you have a lot of cold sweat."

"Huh? Is there?"

"Hahaha, am I a water ghost after all?!"

The water ghost laughed heartily.

The cold sweat on his forehead burst out.

The girl looked at him seriously: "Are you not lying?"

Chongwu Mountain Master stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Oh, A Shui, don't worry anymore. We believe what you said and won't embarrass him anymore. Since this Yuan is back, you can't stop him at the door. Besides, it happens that we spread these things out clearly."

"Open the door..."

The water ghost struggled against the door.

Suddenly, there was a loud sound.

The door that was as old as this museum suddenly trembled and fell.

Directly pressing the water ghost underneath, a girl wearing a hoodie with a heroic temperament retracted her right foot in astonishment, "Well, how can your door break so easily..." Then she saw a lot of people in front of her. With a panic attack, he took a half step back and hid beside the owner of the museum.

See the girl beside Wei Yuan.

Chongwu Mountain Master's face slowly darkened, like the bottom of a pot.

The water ghost who was under the door was about to crawl out. After being silent, he hid himself under the door and retracted again.

Reached out, took up a stool, and covered his head.

You can't see me, you can't see me...

Chongwu Mountain Master smiled and looked at Wei Yuan: "Yuan, this is..."

Wei Yuan was shocked, pointed to the girl next to him, and explained, "This is my friend."

"It can be regarded as my disciple, and I have known each other in the past."

The old mountain master's expression eased down.

Many mountain gods and water gods also calmed down.

Green Snake lifted his eyes and scanned the atmosphere weirdly.

Thoughtful.

Thinking of the Taoist in front of him for 500 years after throwing himself away, his eyes blinked and suddenly changed from the original brown pupils to snake pupils. The snake pupils are golden vertical pupils. With these red, they are in the wild, even in the wild. With a little charm.

Bai Suzhen, Xiao Qing, and Jue all have no flaws in their facial features and their looks are extremely beautiful.

It's just that they have different temperaments.

At this moment, her face changed from social phobia to some kind of social terrorist.

Suddenly he hugged Wei Yuan's waist and said in a sweet and gentle tone:

"Ah, Master, who are they?!"

"Why doesn't Xiaoqing know?"

The concentration of tea flavor in the air rises.

Wei Yuan: "..."

The smile stagnated, and the veins on his forehead rose.

Dead worm, you hurt me? !

Xiaoqing smiled sweetly, and dragon scales appeared directly on the part of his arm in his clothes.

Stinky Taoist, Nishi!

The hatred five hundred years ago, today you must die once.

Throwing my old lady out of Shenzhou for so long, I am happy and happy here.

Left-behind children outside China and an irresponsible caregiver with passive amnesia.

One teacher and one apprentice directly scroll inward and fight on the spot.

Wei Yuan felt as if he had witnessed the shaved candles of his tomb with his own eyes.

At this moment, just like that moment.

The old mountain master's face instantly solidified.

There was a few noises from behind. The mountain gods who were holding the chopsticks to eat directly unconsciously used their force, and the wooden chopsticks in their hands slammed directly on the table, directly piercing the marble dining table, and gathered their strength. The money came to the mountain **** to loosen the chopsticks and laugh. Get up:

"Hahaha, Yuan, we believe you are innocent."

"Come on to the back mountain."

The following mountain gods and water gods had a few more shovels in their hands at some point.

While laughing happily.

One side clambered into the ground.

It looked like he was planning to bury Wei Yuan on the spot.

Wei Yuan twitched the corners of his mouth, looking stiffly at the water ghost who had hidden himself under the door.

What video did you show them? !

Why did these mountain gods evolve into the shoveling class of buried people behind the mountain so quickly?

It’s okay to continue to evolve into the proletariat.

Wei Yuan didn't change his expression and said, "We have no back mountain here."

Qian Lai Shanshen laughed and said, "Thaiware, there is no back mountain here."

Tai Qi Shan Shen nodded and said:

"It's okay, I will rub one out now."

The anger of a group of mountain gods rose directly, and Jue blinked and looked at the green snake that secretly tried hard, with curiosity on his face: "Are you his student disciple?"

Xiaoqing's smile was so sweet that she was disgusting, and said, "Yeah, yeah."

"Big sister who are you?"

The goddess smiled and put down the kitchen knife in her hand.

"So that's the case."

She thought for a while and nodded gently:

"Then you call me Master."

Xiaoqing: "..."

Lore.

She lowered her head stiffly.

Master? !

Are you an old Taoist looking for such a young girl? !

Deceive the little girl.

shameless!

Xiaoqing's eyes widened and both arms forced, and he directly held the teacher in his arms to kill, Wei Yuan only felt the spine crackling, and the corners of his mouth twitched. To death to death, but Jue squatted down and raised his right hand, turning it into a hand knife that hit the girl's forehead neither lightly nor heavily.

Duang's voice was crisp.

The heroic girl shrank her neck subconsciously, and the hair coming out of the ball's head swayed.

Celestial voice is gentle:

"Then let go."

…………

After a while, while at the dinner table, Wei Yuan asked casually how did Xiaoqing come back?

"Do you not want me to come back to China?!"

Xiaoqing raised her brows, her eyes provoked.

Then, after looking at the eyes of the goddess over there, she replied happily:

"Because Twelve Yuan Chen came to the East China Sea to find the seal of the God of Water."

Wei Yuan's actions paused.

Twelve Yuan Chen? !

The **** of support? !

Wei Yuan instinctively sensed that it was wrong, and felt a little confused.

At the same time, he has an enmity with Human Race and Gonggong.

Since Twelve Yuanchen was sent to the co-worker, he must be doing things on the human side.

So here comes the question...

What is he doing? !

A noun that Bai Ze once said in Wei Yuan's ear appeared instantly.

Sword Master Xuanyuan!

……………

When Wei Yuan rushed home.

On the other side, Bai Ze, who was running away, successfully carried the old professor and got rid of the heavy siege.

Then, arrived at the destination.

The working place of Professor Dong.

Its speed, its sharpness, and its difficulty in catching it is simply amazing!

Old Professor Dong Yuefeng almost got motion sickness. No, it was Baize. It took him a long time to relieve himself and said, "We are not going to the Mausoleum of the First Emperor. What are we here for?" Bai Ze stretched out a finger and shook it triumphantly. Shaking, said: "You don't understand this, right?"

"We have to bring something with us."

At least it could not be cut down by the first emperor as an enemy.

In other words, you have to change your skin.

Give gifts by the way, such as a collection of more than 13,000 black history versions of gods.

Then shouted.

Brother, my own person!

Natou then worshiped.

This operation, as well as the speed and body style of hiding.

One word, steady!

Two words, steady!

What do you think Xuanyuan relied on after so many years? !

Potters are heretics, and this is the basic quality and quality of pendants!

Bai Ze triumphantly entered, the old professor understood what Bai Ze meant, and explained: "These are all relics of the Qin Dynasty, but many of them have not been able to distinguish the true from the false, and have not been able to confirm their origins. They are currently working. It’s stored here. These are all national treasures. Be careful."

"Oh, what national treasure is not a national treasure."

"Emperor Shi is going to dig it out, do you still care about this?"

Bai Ze waved his hand carelessly, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.

Since it is a beast that understands the love of all things, it naturally has the ability to look after the house. For example, in his eyes, many of the so-called cultural relics here are not at all inspiring. They are obviously fakes, counterfeit goods, or things that are not worth mentioning. A few pieces of spirituality are not much, but it is enough to be used as an identity certificate to win the trust of the first emperor.

But be careful, don't get the related items of Brother Lian Luo in history.

Otherwise it is very likely to be smashed.

Bai Ze handed one of the bamboo slips from the Qin Dynasty to the old professor as his identity certificate.

I was looking for it. The first emperor could recognize himself at the first sight, and confirm that he was a good accessory, a gift that satisfies the first emperor. This scorer is not necessarily expensive.

For example, back then, he told Emperor Xuanyuan how many short stories he didn't know. Although Xuanyuan was gone for five thousand years, he was very careful at that time.

This is just what you want.

Exclusive passive pendant!

Bai Ze looked over one by one.

This is too weak, not good.

This, spirituality is too partial, not good!

This, at first glance, is the ritual weapon held by guys like Zhiji Lang, watching the door? not good!

I can be the first pendant of the emperor, how can I be a jeweler to watch the gate and drive a carriage?

It's too shameful.

Dissatisfied here and dissatisfied there. When Bai Ze was looking for it, a flash of red light appeared at the edge of his vision. Bai Ze, who had been nurtured by modern Internet cafe culture, instantly reacted. The color of the equipment represents the level—this golden legend, green suit, Red, this is an artifact!

Although it was not the case, Bai Ze subconsciously picked up the broken sword.

After all, for so many years, there is still such a spiritual light, it is almost the same if it is not an artifact.

At least there is some kind of legendary weapon.

Bai Ze also pointed to the dust on it, and this sword showed its true meaning.

It is a standard ancient sword, with eight edges, wide and thick, which is good for slashing.

There is a faint remnant of will on it. The Qin Dynasty is the last year of the gods. It is not surprising that the heroes in the world can have a remnant of will at that time, but they can’t be reincarnated, but Bai Ze looked at the will entangled in the sword and thought. After thinking about it, with a heart of temptation, the Qimen Spirit Gathering Technique smashed up after a quick wind.

Then, this sword hasn't changed at all.

Bai Ze was curious.

I threw another one, but there was still no response.

Bai Ze's eyes lit up slightly.

Oh huh!

Are you brave, you actually provoke this beast.

Bai Ze is like a cat discovering a ball of wool, one by one in ancient soul gathering, he has learned a lot. After all, he is a beast who left his name in the Shenzhou Shendai. In addition to the love of all things, there is also Knowing the things of all things is praised by the so-called master, and he is born to know it. Although his disposition is a useless person, his talent is very powerful.

Although the talent is very strong, but he is still a waste.

The white beast is a tiger with vermilion hair and horns, and a dragon body.

In fact, it can be understood as a big cat with long horns raised by Emperor Xuanyuan, and its hair is very long.

The body is white with orange and red lines.

You can lie on Him, you can sleep on His pillow.

The hair is soft and warm.

I will read it to you every day and talk about gossip.

Can you keep such a cat?

Bai Ze was having fun at the moment.

The old professor packed up something again and protected the bamboo slip.

Looking back at Bai Ze, he was shocked and kept saying:

"Oh, stop moving."

"Well, I won't move."

Bai Ze threw a nine-li soul-calling method.

The old professor couldn't laugh or cry: "I don't know if this sword is true or not."

"Hmm, good, good."

Bai Ze squeezed another Yunmengze tribe's heroic soul gathering method, raised his hand over the body blocked by the old professor, and threw it over. Seeing that he had smashed a full twenty or thirty soul-calling methods, there was no response, and he was even more excited. He said casually: "Ah, by the way, I haven't asked yet, whose sword is this?"

At the end, he shook his hands, and the direct Wu clan's methods had to be smashed down.

The eyes are bright, like a cat that has found a toy.

The old man must hesitate and said: "In fact, it is not certain, it is only speculated from the classics."

"Yeah, UU read www.uukanshu.com speculated."

"I don't know how credible it is yet."

"Oh, I don't know if it's credible."

"It's Wu Anjun's sword."

"Oh, Daqin Wuanjun."

"I remember his surname is Bai..."

"Ok?!"

Bai Ze's thoughts short-circuited, his smile on his face solidified.

Then he looked up sharply.

What are you...

"Who?!"

PS: The second update today...Thanks to Qiqi's uncle and leader, depending on the time, there may be a third update.

Maybe not~