Chapter 53: The Ascension Senior Brother Selfless Extra (2)

Qingkong leaned over and said to Qingyun seriously, "I have been thinking that during the war, Fuchen and Tiandao joined forces. But is the Tiandao really that powerful in the small world?"

"Those group of golden immortals shouted the eternal god. One god!"

"The way of heaven in the small world can't beat the last God of the Supreme God. If it is so powerful, it will not be exploited by the Supreme God and come to us to show off our power."

Qingkong said faster and faster, holding the feather fan in his hand, "And it's not good to choose you in the way of heaven, so choose Floating Dust?"

"What's the difference between her and you're better than you?"

"At the beginning, Tiandao chose to practice the floating dust of Tianjichou, no problem."

"But why did you choose Fuchen instead of the strongest you in the final kill?"

"If the Heavenly Dao can choose this way, it must be because it is sure that Fu Chen has this ability."

"Who is more powerful than the Supreme God in the Liuhe World of the Upper Realm?"

"The person in the upper realm of the Liuhe World!"

The sky was thrustling soundly, and the feather fan hit the table to make a decision for his conclusion.

There is a heaven beyond the sky, and all immortals know it.

In this case, if Tiandao received the news and asked for foreign aid in order to save himself, this explanation is possible.

The clear sky looked bright and stared at the blue clouds.

The blue clouds were light and the wind was light, and there was no reaction. But his eyes were a little dazed.

Qingkong noticed Qingyun's loss of consciousness, lowered his head and took a sip of tea. He observed his words and expressions, and continued, "There is still a soul that has been thrown away by floating dust. This matter is also suspicious."

"She said she didn't feel anything. It's very likely that she had mixed up with something else. What if it was the way of heaven?"

"If it is the way of heaven, it would be normal for you to search the soul and don't know it."

"If it is the way of heaven, it is very convenient to communicate with the way of heaven. The Xingluo Chess Formation contains the power of a hundred people, and even if the way of floating dust is not there, it will be very convenient to operate."

"And her appearance." Qingkong knocked on the table, "Why was she so coincidental that she was picked up by her master?"

At the end of the day, everything about Floating Dust is suspicious.

Qingtian was stunned, wondering if he had listened. After hearing the movement behind him, he turned around.

In order to see the ant, Xiao Fuchen took out the entire ant hole from under the tree. The ants attacked him in groups and chased Fuchen and bit him.

The dust hurts, and while shook his hands, he still had to dig out the ant hole.

The black ants were already densely packed and climbed up to their knees.

The feet are already black.

Qingyun passed by and cast a spell to rescue the person from the pile of ants. Knowing that persuasion is useless, he took out spiritual breath from the space and used it as clay for floating dust.

Spiritual breath is rich in spiritual energy, and you can live by blowing it. You can pinch soil to adulthood.

Seeing the mud, Fu Chen's gaze was instantly attracted, and he immediately started playing while grabbing the spiritual breath.

Qingyun held Fuchen and put it beside him, just in case.

As soon as he landed, Fu Chen squatted down and played with spiritual breath. He said "ho" and "ho" in his mouth, and a pair of mud people crawled out of the threshold of the room.

The little people are in tangible in a row, holding "weapons", approaching the dust step by step and gathering together.

"Ha. This aesthetic is amazing." Qingkong stared at the little clay man and refreshed the lower limit.

Can you learn aesthetics from Caixia?

One by one, there are only eyes and mouths, and heads, and all shapes. The hands and feet have no fingers. Some are simply made of leaves and stones, and there are finger marks on the body with fingers pinched together - two pieces of the chest are concave.

Rough, casual, ugly.

When the clowns saw Fu Chen, they saluted and said hello.

It was "ho" and "ho" again.

The little people immediately divided into two camps to fight against each other.

On the small ground, there were many soil flying, and countless casualties were killed or injured.

Qingyun stared at Xiao Fuchen who was squatting on the ground and playing with soil, "I only know that she is Fuchen and my daughter."

Looking back at the past, the dust has arranged everything.

Take her again. Even if this child does not have her aura and is stupid, his IQ has always been only five years old for a child in the human world.

Very satisfied, too.

She kept arguing, wanting to walk around and not wanting to learn.

Now, he took her to do it, and it was also very good.

Qingkong was not surprised and sang the feather fan with a smile, "Anyway, I will forget these things soon. I tell you, I just hope you know."

A visitor from Tianwai Tian has been with them as juniors for so many years. After all, it is not a loss.

Looking back at the past, the nonsense that is floating in dust also feels cute and vivid.

Looking at the child in front of me again, the sky was clear but I didn’t say anything.

Still a headache.

In the evening, Caixia came to hear the sound, and had a meal together. She brought a bunch of tonics to Fuchen from her pocket and ate them as sugar beans.

If you have milk, you are the mother.

Every time Caixia comes, Fu Chen's eyes stare at her without any moment. There is a hint of spirit in her eyes. It is exactly the same as when she used to eat candy.

At night, I saw the two of them away, Qingyun played with Fu Chen, and when she was tired of playing, she fell asleep.

Looking at the familiar sleeping face, she wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth.

Sitting at the table, lighting the lamp, looking at one broken clown man after another on the table. Compared with the impression of the scroll, he spliced ​​it back one by one.

Repair and then blow the air into adulthood.

Wait until the end, blow the lights, go to bed, and meditate and practice.

On that day, Qi Shan suddenly came to the courtyard.

After that day, Qi Shan officially took over Fu Chen's position as the Demon King.

To the outside world, it also cut off its relationship with Tianyi Sect.

I have never seen him in these years.

When Fu Chen saw a stranger, he just stared at him blankly. The eyes were empty and dull, as if this person was a wood.

Fu Chen quickly turned around and raised his head to Qingyun and shouted, "Guoguo.Guoguo."

Qingyun nodded to Qi Shan, took out the basket from Qiankun's bag, and put it on Fuchen's back.

The fruit trees in the mountains bear fruit.

It's time to eat again.

With a basket on his back, Xiao Fuchen headed towards the mountains.

Qi Shan looked at Xiao Fuchen passing by with a expressionless face.

Qingyun poured tea for Qishan and asked him to sit down, "Are you here to make dust?"

Qi Shan did not sit down and spoke, "I can take it."

Qingyun shook her head slowly, "Before the child is underage, he belongs to his parents. After he becomes an adult, he lives with their partner."

In short, it is not appropriate to hand over Xiaofuchen to Qishan.

Qi Shan didn't say much, stood there for a long time, and left again.

Among the mountains and fields.

Fu Chen raised his head and stared at the fruit above his head. The fruits were thick and rich, hanging on the branches to form a ball, attracting the desires of all beasts.

Swallowed and kicked the tree with his feet.

Hold your head up and wait.

No results.

Floating dust turned around.

A fruit fell from the tree, as big as an adult's fist, and happened to fall into the basket.

Fu Chen was driven by the force behind him and fell to the ground with a thump.

The roots of trees on the ground are raised.

The butt hurts.

Fu Chen was angry, clenched his small fist, kicked the tree trunk several times, relieved his anger, and then left with a basket on his back.

Behind the trees, fruits fell one after another, rolling down one by one.
To be continued...