Legend of the Great Saint

“Have you seen enough?” If the heart does not reveal embarrassment and anxiety, feel free to raise your hand, flicker your hair with your little fingers, a carefree face, a clean and euphemistic face, lighted by the top of the hole, outline a clear curve and look great.

His eyes fluttered and he couldn't tell if it was flickering or rejecting.

“I'm tired of watching it. ”

Li Qingshan immediately rebutted, and then remembered. At this time, he should say "Never see enough” and other meaty and intimate words. This is the almost instinctive aggressiveness cultivated with her.

“You, you!” If your heart laughs, shake your head gently, not sure if it's disappointing or peaceful.

“Though you are a bit of a figure, trying to seduce me is far from enough! ”

Li Qingshan also laughed and restored his appearance. If it was for a moment of emotion and to destroy their relationship, he would not want to see it.

“Give it back! If you get tired of watching, get the fuck out of here. Don't delay my Alchemy.” Like getting up and sending guests.

“I haven't finished my tea yet. ”

“It's over.” If his heart poured, he pushed Li Qingshan out the door.

As soon as Li Qingshan came out, he wanted to say anything else. The entrance to the cave was rubbing his nose tip off. He opened his nose and looked at the stone door, feeling a little unhappy.

His heart also looked at the stone gate, his eyes flowing, like cold, like warmth.

They looked across this thick stone door and couldn't see each other, but their gaze did not deviate.

Li Qingshan suddenly smiled and turned to trample the clouds. He laid down his arms. Just think of it as a time of insignificant obsession during these long years of practice. It doesn't matter if you don't like it. It's still a long time.

As her heart whispered softly, she did not hesitate to laugh: "Coward.” Suddenly distressed hands scratch their heads, "so much grass, how long do I have to refine it?! ”

What she just said is not all a joke. She has been a little irritated lately, but the great advantage is that she has to endure it again.

The night was dark, the rain became smaller, and the next leaching was immersed in the mountains of the earth.

With the arrival of summer, the rainy season follows.

It's also raining 2,000 miles southwest.

A fractured mountain with great spiritual energy, it shows a spiritual stone vein. On the fractured surface of the mountain, you can see the faint light emanating from the scattered spirit stones.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a mine, and the night tassel emerges as if it were a shadow. Simple black armor is sexy, wearing long legs with boots, walks lighter than a cat and walks into the rain.

A delicate face, slightly frowning, like thinking about something, inky blue skin, without damaging her beauty, adds a strange charm.

“Sister, the demons are retired, what shall we do? Damn, you didn't tell us!” Night currents followed, with a slightly weaker appearance, fat buttocks, and a wind that can't match the night currents.

“Mmm.”

Night tassels lead the army of night tourists, attacking the spiritual stone veins everywhere, which, while also heavily guarded and with powerful practitioners sitting in towns, are nothing compared to their army. Though many warriors have also been lost, only one of the strong night travelers who survived a holocaust died in battle. The resistance encountered can be described as rather weak.

The biggest trouble is not with monsters or humans, but with themselves.

Although Commander Li Qingshan was given the post of Commander of Night tassel, he was absent and all kinds of open fights began to spread immediately. The Night Traveler who died in battle, he died very strangely.

This struggle, in a sense, is no longer for the benefit, but for the instinct to pit each other at every opportunity, even without any benefit. It's like, "You're so beautiful in this place, I couldn't help but kick your ass. It's been a long time since I kicked you so good”.

This is the most distressing part of the night tassels, sometimes even angrily thinking, "Is it really worth it for a night traveler like this?” However, such an idea, merely in a flash, is not enough to affect her idealist.

After so much ordeal, she also had the temperament of a leader, and the supporters grew more and more, making the night wave in her eyes admirable.

After the alliance between the League of Demons and the Baijia Sutra, the focus of the strike was on monsters everywhere. After all, spiritual stone veins, though important, can be lost but can be retrieved again, and it is impossible to carry home in a pocket, at most, the spiritual stone is lost.

And human death cannot be resurrected. If Qing He Fu was truly killed in ten rooms and nine emptiness, not only can the hundred Sutras no longer receive suitable disciples, but the same is true of all the Gate factions. The life expectancy of mankind is short and practitioners are not long. If disciples are not received for generations to come, the doomsday will surely break off its inheritance and perish.

Though mortal life is not taken into account in becoming a practitioner, everyone understands that the very foundations of the practice are in the hands of mortals who are breeding for generations to come.

So these attacks on night travelers are self-influx, and instead, they enjoy using these veins to slow down this army of night travelers and reduce the pressure on the frontal battlefield. If you can defeat the monsters, are you afraid you won't be able to reclaim them?

Looking at the rain at night, he pondered for a long time: “We too can't stay behind to give them a cushion. ”

“But those veins we took down so easily. ”

“All give up.” Night tassels are decisive.

While the war is safe, the gains have not been substantial. Though large quantities of spiritual ore have been obtained, the spiritual ore veins beneath the earth would have been much richer than the surface, and mining beneath the ground would have been safer.

But the use of spiritual stones by nocturnal tourists is far less abundant than that of human monks.

Because spiritual stones are not mined and can be used directly. They also need to be refined to save the elite before they can get the kind of spiritual stones they normally use, which can assist in battle and practice. Otherwise, the spiritual energy is extremely polemical and troublesome to use.

Nocturnal tourists certainly do not have this kind of refining technology, so they are less enthusiastic about mining, getting so much ore, and some chicken ribs.

Of course, there are also high-purity spiritual stone veins, but they are all occupied by demons, not to mention their territory to dig directly, that is to cut these veins from below, just wait for war!

Night Stream laughed: “Fine, I don't see much use in these shitty rocks. I'm going to gather my men now. I just missed my master too. It's beautiful rain! ”

One day, we can all take a bath in the rain. Night tassels in the silent path of the heart.

There are practitioners in extremely distant directions, watching with magic, looking at the army of night tourists, abandoning the veins, wandering off, immediately returning to the spiritual stone veins, rearranging the formations, and proceeding to mining.

“Lord Zhifu, the night travelers have also retired, and all the spiritual stone veins have been restored to mining, but there will be some trouble rebuilding them. ”

In the Qinghe Mansion, Changqing Liu listened to the reports of his subordinates and caressed the long mustache to silence. When the war subsided, the first thing he understood was the spiritual stone vein. Spiritual stone veins are as important to practitioners as gold mines are to mortals. In normal times, being a spiritual stone mine is enough to allow two gates to fight one battle.

Though the night travellers were very dissatisfied with the trophy of the tour, it was a considerable loss for the human monks. Apart from the spiritual stones themselves, the defensive French organs, the mining puppets, were destroyed and it took a long time to rebuild.

“How long will it take to get back to normal? ”

“It'll take at least a month. ”

“We've lost half a month. ”

Changqing Liu sighed that three years of war had consumed years of accumulation. Once the supply of spiritual stones was cut off, many powerful institutional puppets would lose power, many legal formations would not be able to be arranged, and practitioners would not be able to extract spiritual energy from the spiritual stones to recover in battle, and the consequences would be unthinkable.

“Go and ask the housekeeper to come! ”

……

Li Qingshan had just returned to the cave, said a few words to Xiao 'an, and felt the movement coming from the side of the separation. He thought about it. The fine pattern carved by the artisans of the night tour was reflected in the curtain.

A few blue butterflies, dancing and illuminating a small area. The horse next to him had long awakened from his sleep and wandered somewhere.

The original cave was also sealed off by a sophisticated stone door, behind which many hidden breaths approached silently.

“Lord North Moon!” “Master. ”

The stone gate opened, and the night tourists returned from the ground. The first time they came to restore their lives, the shadows crossed the sea of blue butterflies and came to the stone platform to salute him together.

The night currents couldn't help but want to plunge into his arms immediately, but look around, still hold the impulse in his heart and stand behind the night currents.

The underground world, the class is distinct, if he is proud and undermines his dignity, it's not good, she doesn't want to be hated by him. Just like that, Li Qingshan suddenly waved to her with a smile: "Stream wave, come here! ”

Fly into Bolton's arms at night with no regard for anything else. In the eyes of several mothers, I can't help blaming my daughters. I have also been a servant for so long to this North Moon. How could I not get such a favor?

“Oh, you're back. How was the battle? ”

Li Qingshan knowingly asked that he was less worried about the safety of the night wave without too much participation in the war. However, he was very happy to see her appearing safely in front of him.

As for majesty or something, he doesn't care at all. The strong naturally have majesty, and the weak just pretend again, which is also useless.

Without waiting for the night tassel to answer, he lowered his head and gently touched the back of the night wave, concerned: “Are you hurt? ”

“Please check with the owner himself later. ”

Night currents held his waist tight, listened to his voice like metal trembling, spoken gentle words, his heart seemed to melt, nodded hard. As he slipped across his skin with some sharp fingertips, a joyful groan could not help but rise in his heart.

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