Gu Qingfeng was lying on his back in the hammock, basking in the sun, his eyes slightly closed, and thinking about one thing.
He has always known that the little turtle is not an extraordinary spiritual beast.
I knew it from the first moment I saw the little guy in Yun Nishang's cave.
But that's all.
As for what kind of existence the little guy is, he doesn't know and can't imagine it.
Last night when he was in the swamp, the little turtle suddenly roared, which not only startled him, but also shook his mind.
You must know that his mind is so strong that even the power of heaven cannot shake it, but now he was shaken by the roar of the little turtle, which really surprised Gu Qingfeng.
I still clearly remember that roar filled with an ancient and extremely domineering power.
Don't talk about spiritual beasts.
Don’t even talk about mysterious beasts.
Even fairy beasts, magical beasts, and even heavenly beasts and earthly beasts cannot contain such terrifying power of ancient domination.
That feeling was just like the legendary True Spirit of the Great Desolate that was born when the world first opened. Although Gu Qingfeng had never seen the so-called True Spirit of the Great Desolate, he didn't know why, but it felt like this.
Is this stumped little guy really the so-called prehistoric true spirit?
This is unlikely, right?
It is recorded in ancient books that all kinds of true spirits have long been extinct with the end of the prehistoric era, leaving only generations of descendants.
Although it is said that all things have recovered in the modern and ancient times, even if they recover again, it is impossible for the true spirit of the prehistoric era to recover, right?
Shake his head.
Gu Qingfeng couldn't figure it out for a moment, and with a thought, he sacrificed the little guy in the storage bag.
A little turtle is still a little turtle.
But he no longer had the arrogance as before. He lay limply on the table, so weak that he couldn't even lift his head. His little eyes were half-open and half-closed, as if he was about to die.
Even so, it was enough to amaze Gu Qingfeng.
You must know that what he sacrificed before was the Nine Nether Fire. Although it was not his native Nine Nether Fire, it was definitely not something that could withstand it.
And the little guy has been burned by the Nine Nether Fire for so long, except that his energy and spirit are exhausted, there seems to be nothing strange about him.
The little turtle said feebly and intermittently: "I don't dare anymore... I don't dare anymore... I don't dare anymore... You... please spare me, I don't dare anymore..."
Obviously.
After being burned by the Nine Nether Fire, the little turtle was completely scared.
Gu Qingfeng smiled playfully: "It's not impossible to spare you this time, but..."
"But what... Master, you say... just say... let the little one... do whatever you want..."
"Do you know that you really scared me when you yelled earlier? Come on, let me hear it by yelling again."
"Master! The little one...the little one doesn't dare anymore..."
"I don't mean anything else, I just want to hear it."
"Little one... I really don't know what you are talking about! Little one has also forgotten... I don't even remember yelling once!"
"Really forgot?"
"I really don't know what happened at that time! If you don't believe it, I can swear... I just wanted to... give you... to... the other kids really don't know.
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Gu Qingfeng could tell that the little guy wasn't lying, but he just couldn't figure it out. Could it be that the little guy's true soul or bloodline had manifested at that time?
After thinking for a while, I still couldn't figure out the reason. I was wondering whether I should test it again, but then I thought about it and let it go. The little guy is exhausted now, so don't toss it to death anymore.
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"I'll let you go this time. Be more honest in the future. If you dare to touch your nose or face again, I will cook you!"
"Little...little, just obey your orders..."
The little turtle wanted to cry but had no tears. He felt aggrieved and wanted to cry.
"Okay, you look very tired, so go back and rest first."
Gu Qingfeng was about to send the little turtle back when the little turtle suddenly shouted with all his strength: "Wait!"
"What's wrong?"
"Master, don't get me wrong... I don't mean anything else. I just want to get more sun..."
"You kid is quite good at enjoying yourself, so I'll let you bask in the sun."
Gu Qingfeng was too lazy to pay attention, and continued to lie on his back in the hammock, drinking a small drink. The little turtle was lying softly on the table, just watching him drink. The more he looked at him, the more greedy he became, so greedy that his saliva almost flowed down.
He stretched out his paw, wiped his saliva, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and asked tentatively.
"That...that...Master, what kind of wine are you drinking? It looks delicious..."
"What's wrong? Do you want to drink?"
The little turtle suddenly became energetic. It was lying on the table and suddenly stood up, nodded its head heavily, and waited eagerly.
"Look at your hopeless look." Gu Qingfeng threw away a glass of wine.
The little guy picked up the cup and without saying a word, he drank it all in one go. It was so neat and tidy. After finishing the drink, he wiped his mouth with his paw and said, "What a great wine! What a great wine! You are worthy of being a master."
, I can get such good wine, my admiration for you is like the endless stream of a river..."
"Okay, boy! I've been out for less than a month, and I've learned a lot. I've learned how to flatter you!" Gu Qingfeng laughed and cursed, and said: "Don't tell me, this flattery is pretty good, not bad! Look!
I’ll reward you with a jar of fine wine for this sycophant.”
After that, Gu Qingfeng took out a jar of peach blossom wine and passed it over.
The little guy was holding a jar of wine with both hands. He was so excited that he quickly slapped it with flattery. Then he jumped directly into the jar and drank heavily. While drinking, he praised the good wine.
The little guy drinks a lot and seems to be addicted to alcohol.
After drinking one jar, I still want another jar.
Gu Qingfeng is not a stingy person. He will give the little guy as much as he can drink. After all, he has tormented the little guy for so long, so this can be considered as compensation for him.
In this way, the two of them drank from the wine jar, and I didn’t know how many jars they drank. Until the sunset, the little guy was probably full, and lay down in the wine jar and fell asleep, while Gu Qingfeng also
Lying in the hammock and falling asleep.
In the hazy state, I seemed to hear someone calling me. I opened my eyes in a daze, and what I saw was a beautiful face.
It was Ouyang Ye.
"Sister Ouyang, what's the matter?"
As he spoke, he yawned again, continued to close his eyes, and hummed.
"I asked you to pretend to be Gu Qingfeng, don't think of yourself as him, how come you have the same character as him now, spending all day either drinking, sleeping or basking in the sun." Ouyang Ye couldn't help but look at the wine jars one after another on the ground.
He frowned and said, "You have time to drink and bask in the sun, but you can't practice cultivation?"
Gu Qingfeng stretched and said lazily: "What a pity it would be to spend such a good time practicing..."
Ouyang Ye shook his head, rolled his eyes, and said, "You are really hopeless!"