Hu Qing entered an ethereal state, unaware of the outside world, and immune to the severe pain caused by the melee in the sea of consciousness. When she woke up from the selfless state, the three animals in the sea of consciousness temporarily reached balance.
One to three, no one has more, no one has less.
After the souls were unsealed, they still couldn't see anything except the sea of consciousness, but their instinct told them not to run around, otherwise they would lose their lives.
At this time, they were talking quietly, discussing what was going on.
There are tens of thousands of people, and no matter how small their voices are added together, it makes a huge noise.
Hu Qing blocked their voices and was puzzled when he saw that no one from the separatist party paid attention to the other three.
"Aren't we all my people anymore? Why can't we all be together?"
"You think you are noble and think you are the most powerful." Silk cloth said, with a rather sour tone in his words.
Hu Qing instantly understood: "Are you not as good as them?"
The silk cloth exploded: "Am I not as good as them? Am I not as good as them? I am the one who gave birth to the weapon spirit. I can support you to ascend to immortality. Can they? Can they?"
Ignoring her was too mild, and I allowed her to say all kinds of things and ignore her.
It’s over, you’ve offended someone.
Hu Qing thought for a while, as if the silk cloth were the library, and those three were nuclear weapons, which one was more powerful? There is no comparison.
I comforted him nicely and angrily for a long time, apologizing and calling him baby, and even tied him into a flower: "You are the most special one to me."
Silk cloth was not comforted at all. It's not special. Just ask who else has wiped the stove for you. Unless someone comes to wipe your feet in the future, my black history will never be washed away.
Hu Qing comforted her until her mouth was dry and she gave up. She lay down flat on the ground. It was all her ancestors. She stopped coaxing her and let her do as she pleased.
The devil is still good. I have seen her meditating these days, motionless, as if she was passing away. Then she moved and banged her head, then stopped moving, then moved again, and now it is flat.
This should be good, right? Is the practice over? Can it make a sound?
He came over with a picture and literacy book, lay down next to her head, and shouted angrily: "Boss, boss——"
If there is no movement, it goes back to continue learning.
Hu Qing opened her eyes tiredly: "Ling, have you finished studying?"
The demon spirit nodded, his eyes filled with light, eager for praise: "Boss, I have learned everything and memorized it all. You can test me."
Hu Qing: "."
It’s too papery. You can learn it as soon as you learn it, remember it as long as you remember it, and you still need to take the test? Little thing, you will be beaten to death in school!
She stood up, thinking about the exam and the questions, what's the problem?
She took out a pen and paper and spread it on the small table. She sat on the petals, just in time to look at it and write.
but--
"Boss, how do you use this?" The demon spirit held the pen with both hands and his eyes were confused.
Hu Qing: "."
Just like the old joke goes, Han Chuang studied hard for ten years, and after entering the examination hall, he discovered that he couldn't sharpen ink!
I have to start teaching from holding a pen.
The demon spirit held the pen in one hand, making pits and holes every time. Fortunately, this was a hard pen made by Hu Qing himself. If it were a brush, it would not be able to withstand such damage.
After exhausting the strength of nine cows and two tigers, the devil learned to hold a pen and successfully wrote a crooked character. I looked down upon him and asked for praise.
"By the way, baby, the writing is really good."
Hu Qing is purely a verbal habit. Ever since she got Hu Nuan, she has screamed "Baby" every day and praised her eight hundred times a day. Every time she praises her, she must say "Baby". So much so that when she praises others, she occasionally comes out with a few words.
Fortunately, young people are open-minded and kiss anyone who is not their treasure in front of them. This does not cause any trouble. On the contrary, they sometimes create a distance between them.
I still have this sequelae now, especially when faced with the image of a child, Hu Qing just mouthed it and said nothing.
But the excitement made the demon spirit angry, and Hu Nuan was also angry.
Hu Nuan asked the gold-swallowing beast to help her take a look. It took Hu Qing a long time to refine the ruthless silk. The gold-swallowing beast thought it was worthless and refused. After rejecting it several times, Hu Qing finally woke up and immediately sent the picture.
Hu Nuan:.!
There was no sound, but my mother definitely called the little fairy baby! She saw the shape of her mouth! She was so angry!
How did Hu Qing know that the two of them were in the same world and that Hu Nuan could monitor them in real time? She could no longer stand the demon's starry eyes.
Finally got the "baby" glory, bang, fireworks bloomed in the head, the devil's breath was unsteady, it felt like it was getting hotter and hotter, and it was unbearable! But, it felt so comfortable. It seemed to feel it
My heart was thumping. I seemed to feel the blood flow, gurgling. It was erratic, soft, and I suddenly wanted something.
what?
What does it desperately want?
I thought and thought and thought, but I couldn't figure it out, and it was so anxious that I was about to cry.
Hu Qing panicked in front of the tear-filled Qian Liuli eyes: "What's wrong with you? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Is it because you have been locked up for too long and the demonic energy is not enough? Do you want Xiao Xuanxue to let you out to absorb the demonic energy?"
"
call out--
A bright line crossed my mind, cutting through the chaos.
It knows what it wants!
"Boss, please give me a name."
Hu Qing was stunned, what?
The demon spirit's eyes revealed the desire from the soul: "Boss, I also want a name, a name that belongs to me and that no one else can take away."
Name? Can’t you take it away?
There are so many people in the world who have the same name and surname.
"You are wrong. Your name is unique, even if you have the same name and surname, it will be unique in heaven and earth. Otherwise, if you tick the book of life and death, you will not die."
Hu Qing: "That is linked to the birth horoscope and parents." This is how it is played in the TV series.
Silk Bu said: "In short, under the law of heaven, there is no room for confusion. Rewards should be punished, and there is never any mistake."
He paused and then said: "Name is very important to a living being, especially for beings like us who are out of nowhere. With a name, we are officially registered in this world."
Hu Qingxun said: "May I ask your name——"
Silk cloth was silent for a while: "That one no longer exists. You gave me a new name and I am - Xiao Bu."
The last two words were accompanied by the sound of grinding teeth.
Hu Qing shrank his head, you didn't say it was so important: "Let me think about it more and give you a good and domineering name."
In the eyes of the demon spirit, Hu Qing was suddenly in a daze. Did the boss not want to give him a name? He gradually became sad and disappointed.
Hu Qing came back to his senses and realized that he quickly apologized: "I was just thinking about it."
The demon spirit was stunned: "Boss!"
Hu Qing was startled. What did the dead child scream for? What should I do if the soul lost its soul?
The demon's voice was shrill and sharp: "Boss, you actually apologized to me?!"
How is this possible? How is this possible? How is this - it is impossible!
There are only a few demons who are born with the concept: This is not allowed!
It is impossible for a demon to apologize to his slaves. Could it be possible for a monk to do so?
Hu Qing didn't understand its point, so he raised his hand and rubbed its curly hair: "You talked to me and I got distracted. Of course I have to apologize. Well, what is your name? If you are so dark, you are called Xuan—
—”
Silk cloth: If your name is Xuan Mo, I will despise you forever.
"Yao. Xuan Yao, Xuan Xiao Yao, it sounds pretty good. You and Xuan Xue must have the same surname."
