Chapter 397: Talk the next day (Thanks to the lifelong Xiwen leader)

, Demon Town Museum

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

There is a special fragrance in the temples and hair, like the high wind hovering in the sky. It seems that they have never been so close to each other. Their faces are fainting with bursts of red, and there is a soft atmosphere.

Fermenting between them, it is like a fine wine that has been brewed for five thousand years, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

Wei Yuan couldn't help but take a step forward.

The girl in front of her lowered her eyes slightly.

The beating of the heart seemed to become more exciting.

It is as if the decisive swordsman is about to swing the destined sword against the strongest opponent, as if the general is leading the thousands of troops behind him to break through the gate of the enemy's capital. This is the most glorious and most unlikely thing in this life.

A moment of fading.

"Dangdangdang..."

At this moment, a monotonous sound that could make one's heart stop suddenly sounded.

Then there was a sound of singing that was so familiar that it was boring.

The picture in front of me froze, and then slowly shattered in the blink of an eye, disappearing bit by bit, replaced by the winter sunshine flowing in through the cracks in the window, with a bit of light laziness.

"Gan!"

Wei Yuan lay on the bed, raised his hand and took out the gun, and smashed the alarm clock on the side with a bang. The smell of gunpowder residue came out of the gun, as if it was a continuation of the scene in the dream, and it also reminded Wei Yuan of everything.

It was just a dream, and then the body was lying on the bed, and the whole body was as gray as after burning.

The gift giving happened two days ago.

It achieves its original purpose perfectly and even beyond.

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

Now he didn't know how to talk to Jue, and Jue seemed to be avoiding him.

After just a hug, I had a dream for several days in a row. This was so embarrassing that I couldn’t express it.

The water ghost wearing the museum's traditional pink hello Kitty apron stood helplessly at the door.

This apron is used by museum employees on a rotating basis, but because it was worn by the great monk Yuanjue, this apron is somewhat stretched out. The water ghost wears it a bit too big, and it looks like a malnourished little man wearing it secretly.

Clothes for adults.

The water ghost held a spatula in one hand and a bottle of vinegar in the other, and twitched the corners of his mouth:

"Boss, it's time for you to get up."

Wei Yuan lay dead, unresponsive.

The water ghost went over and turned over the body of the alarm clock. He was silent for a moment and said seriously:

"Boss, give up."

His eyes were sad, like the great ancient Greek philosopher meditating on the sunset:

"Dreams are just the natural activity of the brain."

"It's something that brings together your past experiences."

"Nothing you have ever experienced can be restored to you by a dream."

Wei Yuan: “…………”

You really owe it.

A moment later, with the sound of snapping fingers, the water ghost was thrust out again, and several people downstairs also heard the sound. Yuan Jue prepared breakfast for Wei Yuan, while the Qi family army soldier soul was cleaning, accompanied by beatings.

Wei Yuan walked down with a yawn.

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

The main focus now is of course the promotion and popularization of the supernatural world. It is said that scientists have begun to study how to combine the power of spiritual energy with the power of modernization.

For example, if the missile contains a special talisman, for example, facing the vampire count in the dark castle in the west, a three-thousand-meter sniper bullet will directly send ultraviolet rays into the count's dream, allowing him to experience what a passing sunset is.

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

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

Think about the several spells that all agricultural universities must learn after the practice is popularized, one is the rainfall spell, and the other is the wood rooting spell. When the time comes, farmland will be opened in the desert, and there will be two rows of modern college students, with the first row planting seeds and the second row

Just cast a spell to make it rain, directly push the Sahara flat, and grow watermelons in the desert.

That level of temperature difference between day and night.

It will inevitably lead to the melon being big and sweet.

Which melon-eating people in China do you think can endure it?

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

Of course, you can also plant flowers.

Wei Yuan looked at the flower shop that had not been open in the past two days.

I really didn’t know how to speak, and Jue wasn’t angry at all, because no one expected such a big movement at the time, but fortunately, it wasn’t all nothing, he had successfully seized a photo of the water ghost.

open.

Wei Yuan directly printed one, uploaded one to the cloud, and saved a dozen of them on a USB flash drive.

Finally, I put one directly into Qiankun·Kunlun Yaochi in my sleeve.

The water ghost is sitting cross-legged in his happy water proportioning workshop.

Wearing an elegant deacon's uniform and plain glasses, he extended his middle finger to hold up the spectacle frames.

The expression on his face was like the flattering smile of some real estate agents who don't even bat an eyelid when they see a big boss buying a house.

I have a Bluetooth headset in my ear.

"No problem."

"The photos have been sent to you."

“Remember to give us a good review, Museum Coke is always at your service.”

Opposite the earphones is, of course, the beautiful girl from Qingqiu Country.

The water ghost directly transmitted the photo data to the past, and then got a share of happy water that was estimated to be more than a hundred years to drink. The expression on his face was a bit like an old farmer who had a good harvest. Feng Siyu sat on the chair and looked at it strangely.

The water ghost, who was humming and wiping the goblet, thought for a while and then said curiously:

"Have you given the photo data to Sister Nvjiao?"

"Give it."

"... Then you also gave the photo to the head of the guard hall?"

"yes."

Feng Siyu: "......"

Her little head suddenly froze, and she looked at the brisk-looking water ghost. She was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "What are you planning on?"

Don’t you know that Sister Nvjiao doesn’t intend to give this photo to the owner of the museum?

The water ghost ponders.

Then he gestured with a thumbs up and replied with a hearty smile:

“There are no middlemen making the difference!”

"…………"

The Yu Clan girl couldn't hold herself any longer.

Even Feng Siyu would be amazed.

"You are really awesome."

"Is your head full of water?"

"Humph, of course."

The water ghost whistled triumphantly. He was dressed in a deacon's uniform and looked tall and tall. He had a hot towel on his left arm and an iron tray with the five fingers of his right hand. He placed a cup of specially prepared happy water next to Feng Siyu.

Also put half a sliced ​​lemon.

"Give it a try."

"I must have a fight with that guy to see whose happy water is the authentic one."

Feng Siyu nodded solemnly.

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

Refreshing cucumber, specially prepared happy water, and sweet and slightly bitter chocolate.

This is Feng Siyu's choice today.

"Sorry to trouble you, Judge Feng Siyu."

"give it to me."

………………

In the flower shop, the girl saw Wei Yuan turning back and breathed a sigh of relief.

He gently pressed his chest with his palms and frowned slightly.

Why hide?

She didn't understand why such emotions arose.

And why did it gradually grow?

When I was hugged two days ago, I don’t know why the paintings of those painters kept popping up in my mind, like the murals on the Kunlun jade wall. The wind above the nine heavens is the freest temperament.

, her heart should always be so free and empty.

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

All past experiences surfaced and fell into my heart, like clouds falling into the wind.

Like a northern swallow fluttering its wings and patrolling the south, a piece of feather falls.

It seemed to be filled with something, just like it was now. She didn't know why she was hiding from Yuan, and she didn't know why after seeing Wei Yuan go back, her heart was relaxed and there was an almost undetectable feeling.

Lost.

Relaxed yet heavy, happy yet disappointed.

This is an emotion that does not belong to gods.

"The Queen Mother of the West..."

The girl put the book in her hand on her chest and said softly: "What's going on?"

……………………

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

The reincarnation of the Overlord's true spirit should grow into a fighting force on the human side as long as it grows up.

This time I must get rid of the selfishness in his character.

The material used to seal Gonggong is gold and iron, which has the luck of all the nations of the Nine Provinces. At this moment, it has become a twelve-gold person and has lost its original specialness. Gonggong and human beings have conflicts in their stances, and they will definitely end up with each other in the future.

If they are hostile, then either they will find the materials for sealing Gonggong again in the Shanhai Realm, or they will directly retrieve Xingtian's head and return Xingtian to the state of a tough man who can fight and has brains.

in addition……

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

You can still vaguely feel the stinging pain.

Dao Yan had previously summoned the remnants of Taiping Yaoshu to cut the dragon's veins.

He saw past experiences in it, but in the end, he saw the shadow of Luo Shu again. During the Ming Dynasty, he was also pierced through the heart with a sword. That stinging feeling, even now when he recalls it,

It's still extremely clear, different from Overlord's shot.

The wound from that shot was hot and overbearing, and the hot feeling was even stronger than the severe pain for a moment.

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

Who is it...

Wei Yuan pressed his eyebrows.

The fog in front of me is getting heavier and heavier. Compared with these things, awarding Sakurajima the 'Golden Seal from China to Japan' at Longhu Mountain in a few days is already an insignificant matter. In order to understand what happened in the Ming Dynasty,

On the one hand, I am looking for antiquities, and on the other hand, I have to go to Changbai Mountain.

Let’s see if Liu Bowen left anything behind.

His character must have left something behind.

While Wei Yuan was deep in thought.

A sudden sleepiness hit him. That familiar feeling interrupted Wei Yuan's thinking and made him open his mouth. He felt speechless. He had just woken up for a short while. In this situation

The dream below can only represent one thing

The summons of the five ancient evildoers!

Ancestor sparring group, Iron Fist of Love!

And Xing Tian’s hearty laughter.

Gan!

Could it be that he was still dissatisfied with the previous reaction in Takamagahara?

Wei Yuan's forehead twitched.

Make-up exam?

Ps: The first update today...the text is in...3,000 words~
Chapter completed!