Chapter 142 Thunder? No, that is the call of the witch... (Two updates!)
A certain civil aviation company
Ji Shuan took a nap for a while.
But I don't know why, my heart palpitated, and I woke up again.
He looked at the sky outside and yawned.
I stayed in the mountains for too long yesterday, and it was already late at night when I returned to the hotel.
Fall asleep?
What is the difference between this and a serious person who sees a girl who is in love with her and has booked a room, but then goes to fight the landlord?
Ji Shuan naturally couldn't help but try to practice the newly acquired mysterious skills.
Then, he almost fainted...
Only then did Ji Shuan realize.
Although he has great luck, he can practice Xuanfa directly without having to read the Taoist canon and classics thoroughly.
But this does not mean that spiritual practice is something that can be done hastily.
In particular, his method of practice is the supreme tempering of the spirit.
It's almost equivalent to staying up all night, practicing forcefully when the energy is low. It's a blessing that nothing happened.
After all this tossing, Ji Shuan had no energy left.
As soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell into a deep sleep.
Then early the next morning, Ji Shuan got up and tried practicing again.
This time it was a success...
But being too greedy made him practice excessively.
As a result, he turned into a depressed look again...
tnd, no systematic guidance will kill people!
Ji Shuan was full of resentment.
Fortunately, he has a group of enthusiastic associates who can negotiate on this aspect.
Ji Shuan turned his head and looked at the group of friends scattered around.
After this encounter, everyone has become familiar with each other a lot.
And the shared secret of colorful mushrooms makes everyone's relationship develop by leaps and bounds.
They are a group of people who hold the same or similar ideas and dreams. Even before there are any huge disputes over interests, everyone still gets along quite harmoniously.
After all, although we have only met each other a few times in real life, we have been chatting in the group for a long time.
At this moment, Ji Shuan noticed that Wu Kui next to him had also put down his blindfold.
She clutched her chest and looked at... the window next to Ji Shuan, her expression seemed a little painful.
Ji Shuan was stunned for a moment, and then wanted to hand her the bag, but was rejected.
"Did you hear something?"
Wu Kui suddenly asked.
Ji Shuan was instantly alert. He quickly suppressed some of his reverie, and then carefully understood the surrounding situation.
After a long time, Ji Shuan shook his head.
He only vaguely heard the thunder below.
But he trusted Wu Kui and knew that she had a purpose.
At this moment, the plane was at high altitude, and Ji Shuan couldn't help but feel a little panicked.
Damn it, nothing is going to happen!
Could it be a disaster?
Do you want to bury these thieves who stole the mysterious magic?
Ji Shuan's thoughts were racing, but he suppressed his panic.
What's the use of panicking? See what's going on.
At worst, try to get a survival rate of a few ten thousandths!
As soon as he thought of this, Ji Shu'an felt that all the panic in his heart disappeared.
The seemingly non-existent warmth in his body actually became much stronger.
"It's a witch..."
At this time, Wu Kui, who had been looking out the window intently, said slowly.
It stands to reason that Ji Shuan would not think of the uncommon "witches" that exist more in various folklore legends at the first time.
But when I heard Wu Kui say this.
In Ji Shu'an's mind, some kind of tyrannical image of fighting against heaven and earth suddenly emerged.
Even the treacherous witchcraft of playing tricks on evil villains, which is better known to the world, has not stopped even a little bit.
Subconsciously, Ji Shuan felt that Wu Kui was not talking about that kind of witch.
"How far is it from Liucheng..."
As if thinking of something, Wu Kui took out her cell phone.
Because she liked to travel before, she downloaded an offline map package.
After entering the name of Liucheng, Wu Kui looked at the hundreds of kilometers of travel and fell into deep thought.
Then, she began to gradually zoom in on the map on her phone.
The next moment, Wu Kui's pupils suddenly shrank.
She saw a rather dazzling word.
That place is called Wushan...
For a long time, Ji Shuan watched Wu Kui sit upright:
"I'm afraid I have to go somewhere else."
She looked at Ji Shuan and said.
"Can I come along?"
"The two of them also take care of each other..."
Ji Shuan said subconsciously.
Then, he thought for a while and added another sentence.
Sure enough, no matter how rich your theoretical knowledge is, you will still feel embarrassed when facing the chosen boss...
Ji Shuan complained silently in his heart.
"Um……"
Wu Kui hesitated for a moment:
"It's better not to use it."
"After all, your surname is not Wu..."
Wu Kui looked at the bright sky outside and did not explain why.
She vaguely saw thunder and lightning flashing in the thick dark clouds below.
There is Wushan, it is raining heavily...
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Liucheng
"Here are four bowls of noodles, please ask for different sizes!"
Yi Xia sat in front of the breakfast stall, all wet.
Messy hair is full of natural and carefree art.
The familiar boss next to him saw him, wiped his hands on his apron, and found a clean towel for Yi Xia.
"Where did you go for fun? It's like this. There's no weather forecast saying there will be rain in Liucheng."
The boss brought the steaming jaggery code that had been prepared first to Yi Xia, and then asked curiously.
"I went to Wushan to pay homage to Bo Pier and get a title."
"It's raining heavily over there, and the water is flowing. It's not a good place to cook."
"It's better to come back and have a few bowls of noodles to make you happy."
Yi Xia said with a smile while twirling her fans.
"Look, the idle talk after reading the book is like telling a story."
"You idiot, you still don't do your homework! All you do is talk on your phone every day!"
The boss added an egg to Yi Xia's bowl as a VIP bonus for regular customers.
Then he turned around and roared angrily at his fat son who was holding a cell phone inside.
The little fat man curled his lips, put down his cell phone helplessly, gritted his teeth and started doing his homework.
Yi Xia continued to sip rice noodles leisurely and quietly watched the pedestrians passing by outside.
At different times, looking at this scenery, my mood is very different.
Normally, I tend to look at big white legs, short skirts, and youthful expression.
Now, I just look at it in a general way surrounded by the crowd.
But I can calm down even more and see the characters beyond the glamor and darkness.
There are middle-aged workers who are silent and carrying tools, and there are sanitation workers who seem to be alienated from the crowd, wearing masks and quietly sweeping away dust.
There were aunts carrying vegetable baskets with their eyebrows dancing, and there were also students passing by calmly with books in their hands.
Yi Xia watched with relish, as if he were looking at his former self.
He was one of them.
And now, he still is.
But you can choose not to.
The extraordinary beauty does not lie in 2>1.
Rather, he is free to choose 1 or 2...
After Yi Xia finished her powdering, she got up and walked towards the basement.
He was running all the way, but he didn't sleep for a moment.
Although I have no close friends to share my joy with.
But there are still people who can speak two or three words under the fist.
Yi Xia stretched his muscles, and it was time for the trial leader to try the authentic "martial arts" of Wu Jin.