The Magic Outfit

In the sky above the ice sea, I don't know how long the mutated silver locust waited for a long time.I finally got a little impatient and tried to look at Su Tang.At this moment, it sensed that Su Tang was standing up from the Holy See, immediately Stopped the action.

Su Tang took a long breath, and there was an extra soul in his brain.

Magic Eye: Yuan Po, Level 5.

Yuan Soul already has eight, which is worthy of his painstaking search over the past few years.

Su Tang began to run the spiritual veins, activated the magic eye Yuan Soul, a black gas rose from the top of his head, and turned into a semi-empty and half-real pupil, the whole world suddenly became different, except for black and white, Lost all other colors.

Su Tang saw countless silk threads emanating from his body, from the mutant silver locust, and even the ice, the icebergs, and the rippling seawater on the earth were all emitting the same silk thread.

However, the physical body is different from those dead objects.The mutant silver locust has five or six light spots, and what he can see on his body is more than a dozen light spots.The light spots are swimming and swimming. 'S speed is exactly the same as the speed of his spiritual veins.

Icebergs, rocks, and other dead objects that do not have life, most of them can't find the light spot, only a three-meter-high iceberg below, vaguely seeing a dim light spot swimming.

Su Tang pondered for a moment, his figure drifted away from the mutated silver locust, and then went down. When he approached the iceberg, he activated the magic sword, and the blade edge penetrated from above.

Boom ... The iceberg shattered instantly, and a red monster fish with a length of 20 centimeters was rolled out from inside. The body of the red monster fish was frozen hard and sinking into the snow like stones.

Su Tang put away the magic eyes. The world of magic eyes is black and white everywhere, making him feel a little depressed.

"Let's go." Su Tangman said in a loud voice: "The last one is left."

On the Hidden Mountain, Zhuang Die hummed happily, grooming the vegetables in the pot. Since she was taken to Hidden Mountain, her life has been very happy. The practitioners on the mountain are very friendly to her and do not need her. What to do, there are a few chefs who are responsible for the diet of the practitioners, she only helps occasionally, not tired at all

However, sometimes Zhuang Die is also stunned. She can always vaguely think of what she should look for, or find someone, but whenever this happens, she will immediately busy herself because she has an ominous Premonition, what I am going to look for is great pain.

Then don't go looking for it, Zhuang Die will always persuade himself in his heart, and live happily, isn't it? Why bother asking for trouble?

As for who she is, where she came from, where her parents are, and so on, things that are often asked, she can't remember anything.

If you ca n’t remember, you do n’t want to.

After washing the vegetables, she walked to the yard with the basin in her mouth, still humming songs that she didn't know.

As she approached the backyard, she suddenly heard a scream in front of her, Zhuang Die was startled, and she ran forward with her baby in her arms. She did n’t think much about it, only worried if anyone had an accident. Does not need her help.

For a moment, Zhuang Die rushed across the backyard and into the middle hall. Then, she saw a scene that made her soul fly away.

The good man who took her up the mountain was cut in half by his waist, his upper body was desperately climbing forward, and a few strong men with fierce patterns on their foreheads were talking and laughing.

"Let ... hurry up." The good man immediately roared when she saw her.

Zhuang Die threw down the tub like a reflex, turned and ran out, but her speed was too slow, just a few steps away, a strong man detective grabbed her hair and tipped her to the ground .

At the next moment, the strong man violently raised the machete in his hand, and his body was so stiff and immobile that he could not move. Only then did he see the pattern on the forehead of the strong man. It was a black horrible scorpion.

The weird thing is that by this time, Zhuang Die was not too afraid, she just felt that she hated the pattern very much.

The strong man's hand fell from the sword and cut towards Zhuang Die's head. When life and death were at stake, a hand protruded from the side and held the strong man's wrist.

She was rescued by a young man in a white robe with not only a pattern on his forehead, but also a scorpion on his robe.

Zhuang Die also resented the person who rescued herself, but she did not dare to express her disgust, but she bowed her head timidly.

"Young patriarch." The strong man said respectfully.

"You guys, why don't you feel pity for Xiangxiangxiyu?" The young patriarch said displeasedly.

"You are right, we are too reckless." The strong man said quickly.

"Little girl, don't be afraid." The young patriarch looked at Zhuang Die and stretched out his hand with a smile: "Come on, get up."

Zhuang Die didn't want to have any contact with the other party and flinched back.

"Relax, I won't hurt you." The young patriarch smiled and then leaned down, reaching for Zhuang Die's hand.

Zhuang Die was full of fear, but when she discovered that the young patriarch's hand had a damp, cold feeling, she couldn't control herself anymore, and she suddenly threw the other's hand, and then put her palm in her clothes. The instincts of disgust are exposed all the time.

The young patriarch was stunned for a moment, and then he was furious and slammed into Zhuang Die's face with a palm. Zhuang Die's body rolled out and flew out more than ten meters, and fell heavily in the mud.

Am I dying? At the moment when the young patriarch shot, Zhuang Die felt a thick killing, and the other party's shot was very heavy, so that she flew so far, she should be stunned, but ... why a little pain nothing? Zhuang Die found that the other party's attack was like tickling to her.

The young patriarch took a few steps and kicked on Zhuang Die's cheek with one foot. Zhuang Die's head flicked violently and smashed into the soil, and half of her face fell deep into it, but ... still a little It doesn't hurt, why? Zhuang Die's heart is nervous and curious.

"Smells, shameless face? Hmm?" The young patriarch grabbed Zhuang Die's hair and picked Zhuang Die upright: "Do you want to die?"

Doesn't it hurt? Zhuang Die lowered her eyes and looked at the ground. Moreover, her mood didn't seem to be so nervous.

At this moment, someone walked in from outside the hall and said with a loud voice: "Young patriarch, Tiansheng is here."

The young patriarch shook his hand with a grudge, and then threw Zhuang Die to the ground, then said: "Keep her in the chalet, you guys help me watch it, wait for me to serve the Holy Saints, and take the time at night to do it well Clean her up "