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"Pavilion Master, Pavilion Master, wake up, there are big fish!"
A series of anxious calls made Yan Xiaoliu frowned and yelled, and reluctantly opened his eyes to see which bastard disturbed his Little Sixth Master's clear dream.
When he opened his eyes, he froze.
"You who are you?"
Yan Xiaoliu looked at a strange face that suddenly appeared in front of him, with lowered eyebrows and a shy smile, which was quite pretty, but how could he look like an ancient person in his clothes? !
"Brother, are you acting?"
The man froze for two seconds, as if he was frightened, "Pavilion Master, are you are you okay? Why are you talking nonsense? Little one, the little one is Lin Biao! Pavilion Master, you can't just because of a big sum of money The business is too happy, and you are starting to lose your mind, right?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to try Yan Xiaoliu's forehead, but was slapped off by Yan Xiaoliu, "Who is the master of the pavilion or not? You can see clearly. Grandpa, I am Yan Xiaoliu, known as Master Xiaoliu. Stop making trouble. Go and go, stay where it¡¯s cool. Don¡¯t disturb Grandpa Qingmeng.¡±
"PavilionPavilion Master." Lin Biao's eyes widened in surprise, and he slumped on the ground, muttering, "It's over, it's over, the pavilion master is out of his mind! It's over, it's over ?¡¡±
"You're the one out of your mind!" Yan Xiaoliu kicked him directly, "What nonsense are you talking about, and you're cursing your grandfather and me, don't you want to live?"
"No, no, no, it's the little one. The little one has lost his mind" Lin Biao rushed out the door with a trembling voice.
"Hey" Yan Xiaoliu stretched out his hand and said helplessly, "Why are you running? No, where is this?"
Take a look at the antique decorations around, they are similar to the costumes of the ancient rich families on TV, there are many screens, bead curtains, calligraphy and painting vases. Yan Xiaoliu strolled over and looked at them one by one.
"Oh, I'll go." Yan Xiaoliu was dumbfounded, unwilling to let go of his hand playing with the jewelry, "Is this true? This workmanship, this carving, it's okay!"
Yan Xiaoliu is an orphan. He has been traveling for many years, and he has made a name for himself on the road. Naturally, he has seen a lot of good things, and there are many dead things among them.
Just as he was looking at the porcelain vase, his brain suddenly seemed to be touched by someone, and then some messy things were poured into it. A piece of chaos, like a huge cocoon, wrapped the internal organs, and then slowly peeled away layer by layer. It was a world he had never seen before, full of joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows and joys.
It is him, but it is not him.
Yan Xiaoliu had just experienced the first half of the life of the owner of this body, when the familiar voice of the male anchor sounded again.
¡ª¡ªThe soul is compatible, congratulations to the host, officially moved into the new body, and started the task of this world.
Hearing this hairy voice, Yan Xiaoliu suddenly remembered everything, yes, he died, he died gorgeously as a cannon fodder, and then met an old fairy named System, signed a contract, and started to clear the level.
"This is the world of my first level? It looks pretty good. What do I need to do now?"-
Adapt to identity
Yan Xiaoliu touched his nose, "Why is this difficult?"
As soon as the voice fell, Lin Biao rushed in with a white-haired old man.
"Pavilion Master! Pavilion Master! The Lang Zhong is here!" Lin Biao turned to the Lang Zhong and said, "Lang Zhong, take a look at the Pavilion Master. The Pavilion Master is acting strange. What happened!"
"okay!"
The doctor responded, and walked forward with the medicine box, but before he got close, he was blocked by Yan Xiaoliu's hand.
"etc!"
Lin Biao asked cautiously, "Pavilion MasterPavilion Master, what's wrong?"
Yan Xiaoliu directly hit Lin Biao with a chestnut, "You widen your eyes so that you can see, does the owner of the pavilion seem to be in trouble? Make a fuss!"
Lin Biao looked Yan Xiaoliu up and down in disbelief, "The pavilion master just said some weird words? It's scary."
Yan Xiaoliu raised his eyebrows, and took a sip of his tea, "I was just trying to make you happy, but you're boring, you're so frightened after saying a few words."
Seeing that Yan Xiaoliu was not lying, Lin Biao patted his chest and heaved a sigh of relief, "Scared me to death, then this doctor"
Yan Xiaoliu waved his hand at the doctor, "Go back first, I'll call you later."
The doctor nodded and bowed, carrying the medicine box on his back, and left again sweating profusely.
"However" Lin Biao thought to himself, "The Pavilion Master is a bit strange today."
Yan Xiaoliu was startled, and asked calmly, "What's so strange?"
Lin Biao carefully analyzed the?? Said, "I can't tell, but it's just a different person from the past, not the same at all."
Yan Xiaoliu's eyes dodged slightly, and he coughed, "Then tell me, what does this pavilion master look like on weekdays? Tell me in detail."
Lin Biao gave a dry laugh, and asked uncertainly, "The pavilion master really asked the little one to talk about it?"
Yan Xiaoliu deftly picked up the pipe on the table, lit his cigarette, and took a puff, "Is there anything you can't say? This pavilion master is happy, and I'll give you a chance to be unrestrained."
Lin Biao swallowed his saliva, scratched his fingers, and counted them one by one, "He is cruel, bloodthirsty, uncertain, murderous, easily angry, and likes to torture people"
Yan Xiaoliu recalled the memory of the original owner, and seeing the bloodthirsty Pavilion Master Yan, he couldn't help shivering, his description was not fake at all, he looked cautious.
"That's about it" Lin Biao pondered, "Pavilion Master? Pavilion Master?"
Yan Xiaoliu came back to his senses, and nodded Lin Biao's head with the tip of the pipe. The burning pipe made Lin Biao grimace a little.
"Is it hot?"
"Hot~"
Yan Xiaoliu glared at him, "No matter how hot you are, you are not as hot-headed as you are, but no subordinates arrange masters like this! Open your eyes and see clearly, no matter what I look like, I am also your pavilion master, do you understand?"
Lin Biao was startled, and quickly said, "Understood, I don't dare anymore."
Yan Xiaoliu gave a "hmm" and waved his hands casually, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "What big fish did you just say?"
Lin Biao smiled for a moment, "If you go back to the pavilion master, there is a big business outside, and the deal is extremely generous. I want to see the pavilion master by name, has the pavilion master met?"
Yan Xiaoliu raised his brows lightly, and smiled, "Big fish how many taels would it cost let's go and see."
"Come on!" Lin Biao led the way.
According to memory, the continent where Yan Xiaoliu is located is called Tianyong Continent, which stands outside the Three Realms, beside the Yunyang River, and is a hidden place for cultivation, where no one else can spy.
On the Tianyong Continent, there are spells passed down from ancient times. They are divided into gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, and then extended to the three systems of wind, thunder, and ice. Those who practice are divided into twelve levels to distinguish between strong and weak. Inherited and evolved from generation to generation, the spell has been weakened, and it is no longer what it used to be.
The tenth level is the bottleneck of the celestial master's realm. There is no one above it, and there are very few who can reach the tenth level. Red Rice Moliu, Tan Min, (remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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