Just listening to Kong Si's description is far from enough for what kind of virtue the Yeying Yiba was back then.
Let's take a look at the scene live:
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Kong Baobao's complexion was gloomy, and he looked at Ning Zhao very unkindly.
Although this body belongs to Ning Zhao, there is nothing wrong with him even if he wants to come back, but Baob also has selfish intentions, of course he wants the master more!
Ning Zhao felt the deep malice in his eyes, and couldn't help but smile softly.
The smile is beautiful.
If the girls who are crazy about him see that their Bingshan Goddess is actually smiling, they will all go crazy.
He hooked his lips and thought for a while: "Who am I? It should be Ning Zhao."
He looked at Kong Baobao, who was beautiful, delicate and unusual, with subtle eyes: "I want to ask you, who are you?"
After hearing his answer, Kong Baobao felt a little bit in his heart, unable to stop being disappointed.
It's really... Ning Zhao.
"Then what about the person in your body?" Could it be that he really died? impossible! The master clearly said that he would come back after five years of retreat, the master would not lie to him!
Ning Zhao's eyes on Kong Baobao suddenly turned bad.
"How do you know... who are you?"
Kong Baobao was still lost in the absence of his master, and did not answer.
So Ning Zhao, who was naturally impatient, took action directly.
He is a born fighting madman, with extremely rich fighting experience, plus he has trained hard in the academy for a month, and his skills have skyrocketed.
But if he soars, he will be trash in front of Kong Baobao.
Kong Baobao didn't even blink his eyes, and the extraordinary long sword in his hand quickly turned into iron foam and scattered all over the ground.
Ning Zhao was stunned for a moment, and in the next second, his knee seemed to be hit by something invisible, and his feet went limp, and he fell to the ground.
Kong Baobao stepped forward and pressed Ning Zhao, his voice was bitingly cold.
"Where is my master?"
Ning Zhao was suddenly restrained, and his face was very ugly.
His face was frosty, and he said coldly: "Don't touch me!"
Kong Baobao didn't understand his obsession with cleanliness, and didn't care about his obsession with cleanliness at all. He said very forcefully, "Say it quickly! Where's my master?"
Feeling the colder and more aggressive aura of the man on his body, Ning Zhao, who was not in a good temper, frowned even deeper, and squeezed out a few words word by word from between his teeth: "Don't... touch... I... get lost..."
A sharp light flashed in his pitch-black eyes.
Accompanied by his yelling, Kong Baobao suddenly felt lighter.
The familiar yet unfamiliar uncontrollable feeling reappeared, and he involuntarily let go of Ning Zhao's hand, and then... his whole body rolled into a ball, and he rolled out.
Ning Zhao: "Huh?"
Even though he was the one who started it, he doesn't quite understand what's going on
He had already felt the strength of this strange man with his own body just now, and it was by no means something his current body could compete with.
Not even with the secret method!
This is the absolute gap in strength.
But now... just say it
Ning Zhao didn't react, and saw the ball rolling back again.
It seems that without Ning Zhao's instructions, he would keep rolling back and forth like this.
Is this a spiritual spell? The legendary divine art was practiced by myself
Ning Zhao said, "Stop!"
So the ball stopped immediately.
Kong Baobao managed to find his hands and feet, got up from the ground in a very embarrassing situation, uh... after eating a lot of soil, the beauty that turned out to be so beautiful had been completely destroyed, and he became ashamed.
Ning Zhao looked at him, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he suddenly said, "It's quite interesting."
Kong Baobao: "..."
go! What an interesting thing!
But he doesn't dare to provoke him now, and he doesn't know what's going on... This person seems to have the ability of a master and can control him.
What exactly is going on
The disheartened Kong Baobao looked at Ning Zhao who was smiling proudly, and asked again: "Are you... really Ning Zhao?"
The smile on the corner of Ning Zhao's mouth stagnated slightly: "Of course... yes."
Kong Baobao didn't believe it, he seemed to see the master's shadow in this Ning Zhao.
He asked, "Is your name really Ning Zhao? Are you sure it's not...A Ying."
As soon as the name A Ying came out, the expression on Ning Zhao's face changed: "Shut up!"
Sora Baby shut up obediently.
Ning Zhao had an ugly look on his face, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"
How do you know his identity
Kong Baobao: "Uh huh huh huh huh..."
Ning Zhao: "... okay, you can talk now."
Kong Baobao was finally liberated. He looked at Ning Zhao pitifully: "Master, I am a baby! Don't you remember me? Have you lost your memory?"
Ning Zhao was displeased: "You just lost your memory!"
His memory is good and there is nothing wrong with it.
He looked at Kong Baobao with sharp eyes like hooks: "You... call me master? Are you my... slave?"
To be honest, although it looks good, it is not his favorite style at all.
Kong Baobao is now really convinced that the master has lost his memory.
Originally thought that the master was already difficult to deal with, but the master who lost his memory, did not expect it to be even more difficult to deal with.
He recalled what his master said before he left, and it was like tears.
The owner told him not to look for him, and to treat him as if he didn't know him if he found it, otherwise he would retaliate.
Actually, it's for his own good.
Don't get close to the master who has lost his memory, or he may be killed!
But it's no use crying now.
If you die by yourself, you have to continue doing it even if you cry.
Kong Baobao could only do his best to show his cute smile: "Master, you may have lost part of your memory, I... am your soul puppet, Kong Baobao."
"impossible!"
Unexpectedly, Ning Zhao, oh no, the amnesiac Xiao Kongkong flatly refused: "You are absolutely not!"
"It is impossible for this hall to refine such boring things as soul puppets!"
Boring stuff: "…"
Speaking of Ye Jun Kong Wuying, people immediately think of his brilliant deeds, his great strength, his peerless beauty, his big head (?), and the most commendable thing is his puppet making skills.
As one of Ye Ying's most precious and powerful weapons, each soul puppeteer can only refine one in his lifetime, but Ye Jun has broken this limit. He can refine as many as he wants. Every godson gave one as a gift, and there are several dozen left to serve him daily.
His talent is not mentioned, but from these deeds alone, it can be seen that Ye Jun has a deep love for soul puppets, and he is willing to spend so much effort on them.
However, what he said now is: "It is impossible for this hall to refine such boring things as soul idols!"
That kind of dislike!
It has deeply wounded the hearts of every soul puppet, especially Baby Kong who bears the brunt.
His heart is bitter, and he wants to cry.
How long and how much effort he spent, he finally captured the master and let the master fall into his arms.
In the end, after drinking a cup of tea, his master lost his memory
Tear everything down and start over.
He also needs to re-raid.
That's all.
The point is, the master after amnesia seems to be very difficult to conquer.
Moreover, I hate him!
The baby Kong, who wanted to cry without tears, stretched out his hand to hold Kong Wuying's shoulder, and said seriously: "Master, look at me."
Kong Wuying glanced at him impatiently.
Kong Baobao blinked and looked forward to it: "How about it, did you remember anything? Do you feel very excited?"
Kong Wuying: "..."
Full of annoyance, he knocked off Baby Kong's salty pig's hand on his shoulder, and said in a contemptuous tone, "If you ask such a mentally retarded question, there is absolutely no way there is a low-level soul puppet like you in this temple. Don't get close here, get out of here." !"
Even the despised god-level soul couldn't resist, so he could only obey orders and leave.
Kong Wuying looked at the iron foam on the ground, and frowned.
Another sword wasted.
He bent down and picked up the iron foam on the ground, the attack contained in it has not dissipated until now.
He looked at the disappearing back of Kong Baobao with a somewhat unpredictable expression.
this idiot...
It seems really strong.
This skill, even if it was his before, no! Even his father can't keep up.
There are no weapons, and Kong Wuying can no longer practice swords.
So I went back to the house.
He saw his roommate Fatty head on.
As soon as the fat man saw him, he had a warm smile on his face: "Ning..."
Kong Wuying didn't wait for him to speak, and said directly: "Get lost!"
The smile on the fat man's face froze.
No matter how good a friend is, it is simply unacceptable to be called out in person.
He froze first, and then he was furious: "What did you say?"
Kong Wuying frowned, and found that the fat man really didn't respond, so he said, "It's okay, I'm just doing an experiment."
"Oh." Although the fat man was a little puzzled, he immediately felt much better.
Kong Wuying turned around impatiently: "It's fine now, you can get out."
Then go away.
Fatty: "..."
Hello! You are not testing this.
Kong Wuying ignored Fatty's reaction, more precisely, Fatty was not within his range of attention.
It seems that Spirit Words are only effective for that baby.
It seems that he may really be his soul puppet.
That being the case...
then...