Turns Out I'm the God of War Who's No Appeal
Alien Version of the Little Sun.
on screen.
This showed that ancestor Qingshan took out a knife in front of the third elder and Yu Wujie.
Although it was only displayed in the picture, at the moment the blade came out, Peng Ying, who was still shocked by the strong momentum, opened her red lips.
Under the precaution, his face turned pale.
“See, this knife.” The image was extremely short, and in such a short time, you could see the entire peerless image of the divine blade, and Yu Wujie quickly shouted out the opportunity.
"Kitchen knife?"
When he saw the entire picture, Peng Ying asked in surprise.
“Ya, kitchen knife.” Yu Wujie said with emotion: “I don't know the senior mentality that made this knife, but it doesn't matter, the important thing is this knife is very strong, with this. knife, with this, Presumably the battle between ancestor and ancestor Xuanwu was no longer a problem."
"Good!"
Peng Ying nodded involuntarily, as if thinking of something.
“What's up, Yinger, what's on your mind?” Yu Wujie asked quickly and gently.
"No, I just thought ... I just thought this kitchen knife was so familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere," Peng Ying said.
“Oh, don't think too much, you must be delusional.” Yu Wujie smiled: “This level is considered a treasure by the ancestors, how can you see it?”
"true."
Peng Ying also nodded, she also thought it was incredible to have such an idea.
“OK, I will let you join the inner sect as soon as possible.” Yu Wujie took advantage of this situation and wrapped his hands around Peng Ying's waist, and said softly, “Only should we wait for a while, otherwise someone will always gossip."
His waist was slightly twisted, Peng Ying said gratefully, "Thank you, Brother Wu Jie, you are so kind."
...
the end of autumn.
The fallen leaves covered the ground in a thick layer.
The cold air finally came, Yi Feng put on clothes, and even put a blanket on his lazy chair, but those heavy clothes still could not stop the moisture in the air.
The biting cold made Yi Feng freeze into a dog.
Fortunately, even though he was lazy as an earthling, he was very ingenious when he started, he made a stove with a reflective iron coating, and then stuffed the fire beads into it, relying on the reflection of iron to radiate heat, and immediately Warm Yi Feng's body.
"The alien version of the little sun is the only one in the world, and the key is not to consume electricity."
Yi Feng raised the corner of his mouth and looked out of the way.
Not far from there, a lonely little figure walked back with a low head.
"Ughhh!"
Yi Feng sighed, it seemed that Zhong Qing was still not qualified enough to join Qingshanmen.
"I've seen Master."
Yi Feng nodded, gave him a smile, and said with a smile, "Cold, sit down and roast the fire!"
“It's okay, Sir, I'll play two more sets of punches, then cook rice, pick vegetables, and wait for you to cook.” Zhong Qing said softly, and walked towards the inner hall.
It's cold, and business is much colder.
“Looks like I have to execute the next plan.” Yi Feng stroked the dog beside him and came to the table.
Lift pen.
After writing, "Highest Treasure and the Fairy of Zixia" had been written on rice paper.
This was also something that Yi Feng could not do. It was too much to make ends meet just by relying on the martial arts hall. Every winter, he would write a few stories, hoping to sell them.
In the previous winter, he had written "Dream of the Red House", but he had no idea why his audience was too small, and he had accidentally taken to the streets.
This year, he thought about it for a long time, and decided to write the book "Give of Zixia and the Highest Treasure". For a young man born in the 90s on Earth, the love between the two still gives him a lot of feelings.
This book does not require many people to read it, sometimes there are people who buy it, enough to improve the standard of life.
Fortunately, there was a chamber of commerce in Pingjiang City that got his help, so he could help with printing and sales.
The rice paper slowly filled with neat handwriting.
"Yuk!"
There was a sound of coughing from outside the door.
Yi Feng put down the pen and paper, got up and walked outside the door, smiling involuntarily at the corner of his mouth.
Outside the door, there was an old man in fur robes, the old man had a sharp face, and there was a staggered scar next to his nose.
His last name is Wu. By the way, this old man Wu is also an old friend of his.
However, in Yi Fengs view, this old man was not so normal.
Every time I came to him, I would stand outside the door, staring at the plaque of his martial arts hall for a long time, not knowing what he was doing.
Right.
The old man was dazed again.
“Brother, long time no see.” After a long time, the old man slowed down and greeted Yi Feng.
Yi Feng's mouth twitched.
How old am I, and how old are your parents, do you have no doubt? When you talk, you always look like a New Year's friend. I don't know what the old man did.
However, ever since the two met, this old man Wu called him that, and Yi Feng was used to it, so he also called him that.
"Sister Wu, long time no see," shouted Yi Feng.
“Haha, dude impressed me.” Looking at Yi Feng, who was well dressed, shrewdness flashed in his eyes, and he said with a smile: “We are the same person, Brother Yi, you are more extreme than I am!"
"Eh?"
Yi Feng was astonished, but he did not understand.
However, the old man was used to gossiping and not caring, and shouted, "Outside it's cold, do you want to go in and sit down?"
Old Man Wu nodded and walked towards Yi Feng. He did not enter Yi Feng's martial arts hall like before, but sat on the stairs at the door.
As if he knew what he wanted to say, Yi Feng said quickly: "Yes, yes, you are right, peering into the cave is a very taboo subject to me, so there's no need to be more polite between you and me!"