Chapter 357

The morning sun shone faintly. Chu nishang in the bedroom stood by the window and looked out through the large glass window that seemed to be nonexistent.

The whole city is reflected in her eyes.

It has to be said that this presidential suite does have its own uniqueness and pride.

After watching it for a long time, she walked slowly into the wasted room.

At the moment, the waste is still sleeping in a dream.

Since I came to this world, the cultivation method has changed from cultivating true Qi to joyful heart demon Zen, and I have been lazy to waste a lot.

The morning homework was also forgotten.

It's because those lessons are of no use to him in practicing the happy heart demon Zen Sutra.

Looking at the sweet waste of dreams, Chu nishang gently pulled out a smile at the corners of her mouth.

What can be more exciting than waking up and seeing the sleeping face in your heart at the first sight?

Therefore, she is very happy and satisfied.

So she gently sat down by the wasted bed and touched the wasted cheek.

It seems that I feel the itch of being touched, and waste suddenly turns my body over.

Then, in the early morning, the majestic column leaning to the sky went straight to the rich buttocks of Chu nishang wearing only pajamas.

Almost subconsciously, Chu nishang touched it, and then she touched a hot and hard fire pestle.

Suddenly stunned, the heart is more curious.

How can you sleep dishonestly and carry weapons?

The idleness of sleep, stimulated by this, naturally wakes up and turns around.

Then he suddenly shouted, "ah?"

The cry was both unexpected and embarrassing.

In particular, seeing Chu nishang's wide pajamas, white and tender skin like lotus root loomed between his neck, his heart became more fanatical, and his eyes were also spitting fire.

Chu nishang saw that he woke up, but he asked softly, "brother wasted, why do you sleep with weapons?"

"Weapons?" Wasted a stunned, but in an instant he understood what Chu nishang asked, and his face immediately showed a touch of embarrassment.

With a slight cough, he suddenly arched his body, and broke the shameful place away from her slender jade hand: "nishang, I practiced too late last night, and then warmed up my weapons, so I slept late, so..."

He said, as if to confirm his words, but also smiled.

"Brother Wandu, what kind of weapon are you? You're curious and strange. It feels small and very hot." Chu nishang is very simple, so she really doesn't understand many things.

When vanity is said to be a weapon, she naturally thinks it is a weapon.

"Brother wasted, can I see your weapons?"

Waste immediately want to smoke his mouth, his mouth is really cheap!

But people are forced out!

Therefore, under such embarrassment, the wasted brain rotates very fast. In my mind, a flash of light suddenly reminds me of my magic weapon.

So his palm turned slightly, and the Vajra demon subduing pestle appeared in his hand and handed it to Chu nishang.

"Nishang, this is my magic weapon. It's called Vajra subduing the devil pestle."

Chu nishang was stunned and curiously reached for it.

Intuitively, what I just touched is not this handle.

But she believed that idleness would not deceive her, so she gently rubbed her hand on the Vajra subduing pestle for a while and praised: "idleness brother, your magic weapon is so powerful and feels very fierce."

"Well, this is the treasure of Buddhism. It has been for some years. I was surprised to get it." Idly proud, his eyes flickered, and he had covered up the embarrassment just now.

And what he said is not a lie. It's his luck to get this Vajra subduing devil pestle. He can't refuse to accept it.

At the moment, the Vajra subduing the devil pestle, after integrating several other spiritual materials and treasures, has become glittering and dazzling. It's definitely not what it looked like at the beginning.

So, Chu nishang looked, it was quite shocking.

……

He was so carefree, but the young man who lived in the presidential suite was unhappy.

Because of what happened yesterday, he is standing in front of a silver haired old man.

"What you said is true. There is really that elixir that can eliminate all diseases, but taking one pill can eliminate all diseases and completely recover as before?"

The silver haired old man's eyes are shining with a little fine awn, which is very bright, which is not consistent with his old age.

"Grandpa, it's true. Besides, yunfengqing and mingshuan have already bought a few." Young people dare not hide anything at this time.

In front of this old man, that is, his grandfather, he was under great pressure.

Just because the old man's eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, he felt that his little careful thinking had already seen everything in front of his grandfather.

"What? The cloud family and the Ming family both got it. Why didn't you get one? " The silver haired old man's eyes suddenly opened, and the fine awn turned into a cold light, which made the young man shiver.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he took the matter in the small meeting room out of his grandfather and plate, but it was a slight irony of his waste.

After listening to his words, the silver haired old man's eyes immediately shrunk tightly, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly asked, "you mean that the man handed over the elixir to Zhou Shiheng, and you missed the opportunity because you didn't agree to give up this presidential suite before?"

"Yes." The young man carefully looked at the silver haired old man's expression and shouted and explained: "Grandpa, I feel that if you let the room out and let your old man live elsewhere, it would be too beneath your dignity. Moreover, I'm more afraid that you are uncomfortable, so I..."

"Confused!"

The silver haired old man slammed his crutch on the ground, looked at the young man and scolded, "you are confused! Isn't it the same where I live? But that elixir is the real treasure. If I have such a elixir, my body can recover completely. Which is more important, why can't you separate it? "

As he spoke, there was a kind of anger that iron is not steel.

Next to the old man, there was a middle-aged man standing. Seeing this, he came forward and advised: "Dad, Xiaokang is also a filial piety. Don't be angry. I'll go there myself. I believe Zhou Shiheng will give me some thin noodles."

The silver haired old man's face finally eased down, stung his crutch on the ground, then his eyes flashed and remained silent for a moment, but suddenly said, "please help me make an appointment with Zhou Shiheng. I want to see him."

"Ah?" The middle-aged man was obviously stunned and looked at his father with disbelief in his eyes.

The old man didn't pay attention to him, but told him carefully: "remember, we must put down the body frame and make a good appointment with him. I can't say it. Old man, I want to apologize to others in person. I hope they have a large number of adults and can sell us some elixirs."

"..." the middle-aged man and the young man immediately stared at each other and were stunned.

It's really abnormal for them!

However, the old man obviously didn't care what they thought, but pointed the young man with a crutch and snorted: "these days, you stay in the house and don't go anywhere, so as not to upset others!"

"Ah...?"

The young man was very wronged and depressed. He looked at the middle-aged man, that is, his father, like asking for help, but the middle-aged man just shook his head at him.