Douluo's personal pendant

"You...you...you are fake, how could you find it so easily."

Tang Hua stared at the light screen in a daze, stammering.

Tang Fei shook his head and said, "I don't know, is there any way to prove that it is true or false."

Tang Hua retracted her chin, rubbed her eyes, and said with a weird expression: "I don't know, or you can crush it and have a look, if it is really because there should be a spirit ring."

"Is it so direct?" This time I switched to Tang Fei and hesitated. He hadn't thought of such a direct method, but it seemed to be quite useful.

Tang Fei withdrew from the consciousness space, looked at the bronze lamp in his hand, took a breath, raised the bronze lamp above his head, and then his arm shook, and orange hairs like steel needles grew from his right arm, Tang Fei Hold the main body of the lamp and control the strength and slowly apply force.

"Is it pretty hard."

Tang Fei looked at the bronze lamp in his hand in surprise. He believed it was true now, because he had already used half of his power. If it were ordinary bronzes, it would have been crushed into slag. This one has no trace of deformation

"interesting."

Tang Fei smiled and added another layer of force to squeeze it up. Just as he exerted force, a tender and cute boy's voice sounded in his mind.

"Don't pinch, don't pinch, let go, it hurts."

The sound appeared very suddenly, so scared that Tang Fei immediately let go of his palm, he looked at the bronze lamp and asked.

"Are you talking."

The room fell silent, and no one answered Tang Fei's question. Tang Fei smiled softly and said, "It turns out to be an illusion. Then I can put more effort."

As soon as the voice fell, Tang Fei held it directly, his strength slowly increasing.

"Ah, ah, ah, stop pinching, stop pinching, it hurts."

The voice sounded again, but Tang Fei was not so easy to let go. He looked at the lamp in his hand and asked in a light tone: "Are you talking just now."

"Yes, yes, yes, let go of your hand."

Hearing the sound again, Tang Fei curled his mouth and said, "Then why didn't you answer me when I told you just now."

"Ahhhh, don't use any more force, I am wrong, I am wrong, let go."

Tang Fei: "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was really wrong, don't pinch it, break it off."

Hearing the tone of the voice gradually deformed, Tang Fei knew that it had reached its limit, and if he added another layer of force, it might really break.

Tang Fei let go of his palm, placed him upright next to him, staring at it, but after five minutes, the bronze lamp remained unchanged.

"Did you invite me to talk to you like this."

Tang Fei asked, but did not respond, so Tang Fei reached out and grabbed it.

"Don't don't don't, I'm wrong, I'm wrong."

Before Tang Fei's hand touched the lamp body, the voice came out again, crying for mercy, and the voice stopped after Tang Fei withdrew his hand.

Then Tang Fei saw that the bronze lamp's rusty body exuded a blue light, and then the light gathered on the top of the treatment table as if it had come alive, and kept gathering until one was wearing a bellyband, holding his arm, and pulling his face. , Looked at Erlang's legs, closed his eyes, and turned his head away from the appearance of Tang Fei's doll. The light on the bronze lamp dissipated.

Chapter 22 I like to let people choose

"Hey, stuff, what are you."

Tang Fei put his fingers through the cyan doll phantom sitting above the lampstand, and asked with a smile.

"Humph."

The phantom was very temperamental, and with a cold snort, he turned his back to not look at Tang Fei.

"Oh, you have a good temper? It seems that I can't get along with you in peace?"

With regret in Tang Fei's tone, he reached out and grabbed the body of the bronze lamp.

The puppet's haughty color changed, turned his head in panic, climbed onto Tang Fei's palm, and hugged Tang Fei's wrist, crying: "Uncle, please, don't pinch it anymore, it's really going to break."

Tang Fei raised his eyebrows and sighed softly, "Oh, isn't it, but I think you seem to be dissatisfied, and you seem to be dissatisfied with me, don't you seem to talk to me?"

The doll touched the non-existent tears at the corner of his eyes, and said with a strong smile: "There is no uncle, I just... I'm just not used to talking like this, I'm not used to it."

"Oh, isn't it? I'm not used to it." Tang Fei held a high posture, pretending to look at it in confusion.

The doll smiled bitterly fortunately: "Yes, uncle, I'm not used to it."

Seeing its scared look, Tang Fei felt very comfortable, and smiled twice: "Okay, sit back, introduce yourself, and remind you first, I will not give others too many opportunities, if you are I’m not satisfied with the introduction, I’m not sure what I will do."

"Hey, okay, okay." Listening to Tang Fei's gentle threat, the doll sat back on the lampstand with a bitter expression, and then saw Tang Fei staring at him with wide eyes.

He cleared his throat, and then said: "My name is Qinghun Gudeng. I was born when the earth first appeared. Now I can't remember my age, but I have a hundred thousand years of soul power cultivation."

Watching him stop, Tang Fei coughed twice and said, "Go on."

The cyan doll gritted his teeth.

"There is, there is, my ability, my ability is to shine, right, yes, I can shine, only this ability."

Tang Fei smiled and looked at the cyan doll with a smile on his face. The doll also looked at Tang Fei's smiling face. Without a heart, he understood the feeling of chill in his heart, and his laughter became more and more. Pulled his face.

"My ability is to create a space where souls can be held and stored, and I can also emit flames that can strengthen souls by burning the souls I hold and store."

"That's it?"

Tang Fei asked suspiciously.

The doll hugged his arms, turned his face, and said angrily: "Yes, that's all."

Tang Fei pondered for a while, then looked at the doll and said, "Then can you heal my injury."

The doll raised its head suspiciously. Only then did it discover that Tang Fei’s forehead and eyebrows were crossed with a sharp knife. Half of the sharp knife was inside Tang Fei’s body and half was exposed. The most important thing was that the knife was inserted into the brain. There will be wounds, but Tang Fei has no cough and no blood.

The doll looked at it, and was very familiar with the soul. It naturally easily saw the clue of the knife, just watching him cover his mouth, and then finally couldn't hold it, laughed, raised his head and laughed, at the lampstand. She kept tumbling over her belly and laughed.

Seeing it so happy, Tang Fei smiled kindly, and then held the bronze lamp firmly.

The doll's face became stiff and stopped, and then knelt down on the lampstand with an iron face, "Master, I was wrong, forgive me, I really know that I was wrong." After that, he squatted Tang Fei.

"Well, it's good if you know your mistakes, but I hope you won't make mistakes again in the future."

"It's uncle." The puppet kowtowed again piously.

Tang Fei looked at its well-behaved appearance and asked: "You know what's going on with this knife, then I won't have much, can I save it."