Zhu Zifan's persistence is visible, and the hard work is still going on.
Of course, Mo Ye is not the kind of Liu Xiahui who sits still, and observes a living | spring | palace in such a full range, which makes her think of the man who had been with her before.
Cold lips, slightly moist, and gasping for breath, like a spiritual spring at the bottom of a mountain...
Mo Ye was uneasy, and her consciousness suddenly withdrew when she was shocked. He closed his eyes forcibly and sighed for a long time. Mo'er, Mo'er, should this man who ruined you wantonly pay some price
Just thinking about it and doing it, the ban on this room can greatly help her divine consciousness, gathering all divine consciousness into the next room, and the illusion is turned into reality, and she pulls towards the bed in the dim darkness.
Just listen to a crisp sound.
"Hmm!" Zhu Zifan was suddenly attacked when he was focused on ploughing. He cried out in pain, with a long sword in his hand, and shouted: "Who?!"
"Ah!!!" Xi Ziyou screamed, tugging Jin's body, which was obscured, looking around in horror.
Of course, where is anyone
After they entered the room, the prohibition was naturally activated long ago, and both of them were in the base construction period, so why did someone enter the room but failed to notice it
But then there were no other attacks, and they couldn't make a fuss. After all, the two were disturbed when they were doing things, and they must have been discredited because they were incompletely banned in Wanjiang Tower. This dumb loss, they were settled.
Mo Ye retracted his consciousness, with a satisfied smile on his face. I am afraid that for a long time, Zhu Zifan will have a psychological shadow about the matter of his bed brother.
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Early in the morning, Mo Ye promised Zhuang Shao that she would go out and buy a sword. First, her sword could not be shown to others, and she would soon throw it away. Second, she also figured out that the road to sword repair was not. Suitable for Mo'er, but not necessarily unsuitable for her.
She has the kung fu background of using cold weapons. She can't go to study and study spirituality any more, and she doesn't know the spells she learned from Harry Potter are not universal.
Before leaving, he took another look with his spiritual sense. Next door, Xi Ziyou was doing his best to tease Zhu Zifan, and Zhu Zifan's face was black and he didn't raise it at all. She must have been entangled for a while. She is still safe to go out at this moment. .
There are many small shops selling magic weapons in Mengfang City. Most of them are long swords and armors. They are low-level magic weapons. They are rough in workmanship and are not likely to be on the table. They are better than low prices.
Many low-level monks walked around here in order to meet the legendary opportunity, that is, the kind of inconspicuous appearance, in fact, it is a high-level magic weapon. The Taobao mentality has been shared by people throughout the ages.
The second person in the shop was in the Qi refining period wearing a blue shirt. In front of a monk who was also in the Qi refining period, he praised some treasures to the sky. When he saw them coming in, he immediately left the monk and greeted him very well. "Two fellow Taoists, what do you want?"
Mo Ye's gaze fell directly on the row of swords hanging on the wall, and walked straight over.
Xiao Er chased after him and said, "This fairy, there are some low-level swords over there. What you want is over there."
Doing business requires at least a sweet mouth, as long as you see a cultivating woman, you call it a fairy.
What's more, before Mo Ye went out, he used his apron to raise his visual cultivation base to the late stage of concentration, which was comparable to Zhuang Shao.
In this regard, Zhuang Shao shouted interestingly, insisting on borrowing magic weapons to take a look, Mo Ye naturally refused, Zhuang Shao was still a little frustrated until now.
But the sword that she used in the concentrating period, her current cultivation base must not be able to hold or use it, so naturally she ignored that Xiaoer and looked at her own.
After a few glances, he pointed to a sword and asked, "How much does that cost?"
Xiao Er's vision was lively, and she immediately boasted: "The fairy really has vision. This sword is named Qinghong. It is from the hand of the master craftsman Jun Huantian. It is a low-level top grade and a treasure of the first-tier town shop in our Qi refining... To the younger generation, it is quite face-saving."
Mo Ye's eyebrows twitched, and before he could speak, he listened to Zhuang Shao and said, "Don't talk about it, how can Jun Huantian refine such a low-level sword?"