~： Eighty-six. Under one person, Sister Baoer!

(Ten more)

Sitting alone in the Youhuang, playing the piano and recovering from the roar. The deep forest people did not know, the bright moon came to take photos.

The sound of Ding Ding Dong Dong echoed over the village that was becoming popular. The sound of the piano was also melodious, and a song of forgetful worries reverberates. It seems to have the effect of washing the soul, which makes people refreshed after hearing it.

As Yang Ming twirled the strings with his fingertips, the green light spot fell on Ma Junhong. It was strange to say that the injury that almost made Ma Junhong paralyzed just now healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After ten seconds, Ma Junhong was resurrected with blood, looking at his hands and legs intact, but he was a little unbelievable.

Seeing Yang Ming put away Guqin, Ma Junhong opened his mouth, and could not help curiosity, saying:

"Aren't you a Soul Warrior, how can you assist the Soul Skill?"

"War Soul Master will assist, isn't it common sense?"

Yang Ming's light and fluttering sentence made Ma Junhong petrified on the spot.

Ma Junhong really wanted to pull out Yang Ming's neck and yelled. Who will tell you that the Soul Master will assist?

However, Ma Junhong did not dare.

Because he couldn't beat Yang Ming.

"Lao Tzu..."

As soon as Ma Junhong opened his mouth, he saw Xiao Wu glared at him.

When he felt strange, Xiaowu preemptively said:

"If you are an old man, Yang Ming is still your grandfather!"

As soon as I thought that I had to call Grandpa Yang Ming just for my life, Ma Junhong felt angry.

It's just that he saw Xiaowu and Yang Ming very intimately, and looked like a pair of siblings. He was afraid to be beaten again and beat him again, so he had to swallow his voice and changed his smile, saying:

"Yes, yes, in front of you, I no longer call myself Lao Tzu."

Xiao Wu's nostrils snorted gently, his chin lifted slightly, and a radiant expression.

"It's about the same!"

said, Xiaowu naturally embraced Yang Ming's arm and said:

"Brother, I'm hungry, don't care about this **** guy."

Yang Mingzhong rubbed the little head of Xiaowu indulgently, disturbing the hairstyle she had just combed, saying:

"Look like you, you're hungry."

said, Yang Ming and his party left.

Ma Junhong naturally would not go up unconsciously, and found a person who left Yang Ming in the opposite direction.

Yang Ming found a farmhouse, discussed it with the owner, and after paying some copper soul coins, he received warm hospitality from the host.

Thousand-page tofu, stir-fried diced meat, cabbage with sauce.

Sanwei simple dishes, full of farmhouse characteristics.

"Brother." Xiao Wu picked up a piece of diced meat and put it on Yang Ming's hot rice, smiling Yingying: "You try it first."

"it is good."

Yang Ming is also polite. After a long time of activities, there was no goods in his stomach, and his stomach had long made a voice of protest.

The diced pork is cut into squares, each of which is very small. It is fried in hot pepper and lard. The aroma is very sultry.

Bite a bite, you can still taste the delicious taste of pork, mixed with a piece of chili fragrance, not too spicy, but just slightly stimulate the taste buds, it is very appetizing.

Sprinkle the savory sauce of fried diced meat on the fragrant rice, which suddenly adds a lot of color. After stirring evenly, it makes people have an urge to stop.

Chiba tofu is also very authentic. The tofu is smooth and tender, and it is really a must-match with sour cabbage.

Not to mention, it is this farmhouse flavor, on time!

The three people usually have a lot of training and naturally eat a lot. The wind and the clouds sweep away the food on the table. Everyone has eaten at least four full bowls of rice, if not given by Yang Ming. The money is enough, I am afraid that the host will scold others.

After drinking enough wine, Yang Ming and his three returned to their respective dormitories at Shrek College.

Unexpectedly, Yang Ming is so late that his own dormitory is still the only one to stay in. It is not ideal to enroll in the college this year.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yang Ming was free to listen to the system sounds he had not heard before.

Before that, when he said, "It's better to pretend to them than to pretend to me, pretend to me and kill you", the system has already sounded, but Yang Ming was teaching Ma Junhong at that time, so he didn't have time to check it out.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for speaking the classic lines of Baby Feng under one person, and getting a chance to draw, is the lottery roulette started?"

Like Zhenhun Street, under one person, it is also one of the most popular countries in the world today.

In the world under one person, there are aliens, that is, people who can perceive and use their own body.

Baby Feng is also known as Sister Bao'er, a mysterious immortal person, with extremely strong recovery ability, always maintaining the appearance of a young girl, with unfathomable strength, but lack of memory of the past, the three views are different from ordinary people, Has been pursuing his own life.

To tell the truth, Yang Ming was a little hesitant about whether to extract the objects of the world under one person.

Because, the power system of the world under one person is not too high, it can only be regarded as medium to high.

However, Yang Ming was still very interested in the skills under one person, and finally chose the draw.

An ordinary virtual roulette appears in Yang Ming's retina. As Yang Ming clicks, the pointer starts to rotate.

There are many things on the virtual roulette, full of world characteristics under one person.

Eight wonders: the origin of the masculine body, the strange gate behind the wind, the magical skills, the spirits, the Liuku fairy thief, the view of the Daluo cave, the heaven and earth, both hands.

Five Lei Fa Fa, imperial objects, Wuhou Qimen, Quanzhen Nei Dan Kung Fu...

As soon as the pointer stopped, looking at the characters he had drawn, Yang Ming began to suspect that he was the Emperor of the Emperor.

In the dormitory, UU reading gathers a little bit of firefly-like light particles and reshapes them into a female body.

She looks like an 18-year-old girl. She wears it casually. It is a set of work clothes from a courier company. It looks like she has not washed it for a long time.

A long black hair was randomly scattered on the fragrant shoulders like a sadako. His eyes were extremely dull, and he looked at Yang Ming expressionlessly. If he appeared in the middle of the night, it was a bit like a female ghost.

Even if this is the case, she can't cover up her national beauty, her face is beautiful, her chest is proud of her capital, she is tall and she has fair skin. If she dresses well, she will be a great beauty.

Yes, she is Baby Feng, the heroine under one person!

Baby Feng seems to have just arrived in Douluo Continent, the brain circuit has not yet reacted, and he was slightly amazed. After receiving the information from the system, he looked at Yang Ming and used the authentic Sichuan dialect, saying:

"You are zazili (what are you doing), I won't wake up (I can't figure it out), how do you bring me here, if the boss sees me shifting, I will fire me Squid. Do you know that the economy is very poor now, it is not easy to find a good job."

"Uh……"

Yang Ming thought about many possibilities, but I never thought that Baoer's first thought was that her iron rice bowl could not be kept.

This made him cry and laugh a little.