Chapter 305

Ling Ping'an leans back in the chair and brushes the micro book in boredom.

Today's Micro Book Hot search, was finally recaptured by the traffic!

It's just

Ling Ping An looks at a flow just sent long text.

The sea? moon?

His ability to understand is limited.

I really can't understand this article with hundreds of words. What is it about?

The sea? What does it have to do with you?

The moon? What do you have to do with it?

Ling Ping An scratched his head and felt that he was really old and couldn't keep up with the times.

"It's no wonder that I write novels and go all over the street..." He sighed.

Continue to brush, the following appeared netizens and the flow of complaints fans.

Ling Ping An understood that it was the flow of love.

So his fans went wild.

And netizens are busy eating melons and watching plays.

He can understand that.

After all, flow artists, that's it.

It's just a tool, a tool for fans and capital.

How can tools have their own ideas and ideas?

How can tools fall in love?

So, the flow in emergency public relations, solid powder!

This is also the basic operation of the traffic.

Before the accident, don't ask. If you ask, you will be afraid of women. If you ask, you will be single.

As soon as something goes wrong, good guy, break up immediately and apologize.

There is no sense of responsibility and manliness.

Ling Ping'an shakes his head and continues to brush micro books.

Another hot search Title caught his attention.

It's still the traffic, but

Ling Ping An looks at the hot search content, he feels that he is really old again.

Because, this hot search is another girl, after seeing the hot search of the flow, jumps up to hammer his content.

And it's really hot!

Anonymity, deception, cohabitation

A hammer, the flow of the hammer is black and blue.

Ling Ping An looked at him and shook his head: "this man is finished..."

The previous flow was just in love.

It hurt his fans at most.

Now, this blatant deception and infidelity in love, directly nailed him to the stigma of the entertainment industry.

The people of the federal Empire had very high moral requirements for public figures.

Don't talk about the flow, it's those big movie stars and so on. Once they are betrayed and cheated.

Direct death penalty!

All the companies and crew dare not use him again.

He's going to be directly blocked!

It's easy to understand.

Public figures must set an example for the public.

No moral stain.

And the traffic is even worse!

Ling Ping'an remembers that last year, there was a popular traffic, smoking in public places. So far, people have been ridiculed for "bringing baohuazi".

Brush micro book, time passes unconsciously.

It was nearly eleven o'clock when the spirit returned to God peacefully.

He turned his head and looked at the door. He didn't know when it was foggy again.

Hazy autumn fog, visibility is very low.

Even the light of street lamps in the streets can't be seen clearly in the fog.

"Well..." Ling Ping An said: "such a big fog, tomorrow morning must be very cold ah!"

"It seems that I have to wear thicker clothes tomorrow..."

Fortunately, in the last shopping mall, he bought back enough clothes for the whole autumn.

Considering the winter in Jiangcheng City, it is not too cold.

So, theoretically, he doesn't need to buy clothes in winter.

But

In recent years, the climate has changed very strangely.

So, who knows?

Maybe it will snow in Jiangcheng this winter!

Ready to stand up and close the door.

In the mist, I saw a thin figure coming to the bookstore.

He was curious: "in such a cold weather, there are guests?"

"That's strange!"

But when you think about it, it's normal.

Now the college entrance examination is over, but the national examination has not yet begun.

Young people certainly have enough time to hang out.

Especially as the weather gets colder, the business of barbecue stands is getting better and better.

Who doesn't want to eat a few hot barbecues and a bowl of warm soup in such a weather?

"Maybe a passer-by saw that the bookstore was still open, so he wanted to buy books!" Ling Ping An looked at the figure who was slowly approaching and thought, "so..."

"It's true that the law of heaven pays diligently."Originally, today's water and electricity bill must be in deficit.

However, because of his diligence and perseverance, so there is hope to earn!

It inspired him!

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Xiaoman carefully approached the light source.

Slowly, slowly.

A little bit closer.

As she approached, she gradually saw where the light source was.

Green bricks and red tiles, buildings piled up.

Like an island, it stands in the center of this misty ocean.

A strange orange light in the room reflected the light.

This light, even fog can not block.

It even penetrates the deep fog and can be seen everywhere.

"That lamp, should be a powerful immortal tool!" Xiaoman thought.

But what?

She doesn't know.

Because after Tianqing, the names and taboos of immortals and gods became taboos, and their immortal utensils were also blocked in history.

Even the insiders dare not disclose it at will.

Because, that could lead to disaster.

Because no one can guarantee that the bodies of those immortals were also stolen by demons.

If so, once mentioning their honorific names, it may lead to an attack by a demon who steals the powerful body of the immortal God.

It must be a devastating disaster!

As the distance approached, Xiaoman saw more details of the building.

Its exterior walls are of some strange material.

It's white. It's small. It's pasted on the wall.

Looking at the top of the building, heavy fog, like water, haunts this strange building. In the deep dome of that day, the cloud composed of fog is constantly rotating and circling.

Like the eye of a hurricane.

"This is the core of the fog!" Xiaoman knows.

This misty world may be the core or even the source of this building.

As she approached slowly, she saw a figure shaking in the light.

Xiaoman swallowed.

Figure!

She had the courage to observe carefully.

But the figure seemed to notice her and came out of it.

He went to the door.

Xiaoman looks at him

Xiaoman felt his calf stomach shaking.

Because, that's not human!

To be precise, his lower body is human.

He was wearing some kind of clothes and trousers that Xiaoman had never heard of, and the material of the clothes and trousers was something Xiaoman had never seen before.

as like as two peas, Xiao Man found that the lines and lines on these trousers were almost identical, carved out of a mold.

It was a shock to her!

Because

It's something that the gods can wear.

It is said that the immortals in the sky have special clothes weaving tools.

These immortals extract the aura of the world and the heaven, and make all the needles and threads of the same size.

Let the clothes of the gods be flawless.

Therefore, there is a saying of "ingenious workmanship".

But in the world, it is obvious that there is no such condition. Even the powerful friars can't weave those perfect fairy clothes and robes.

It's just

There was no trace of half aura in his clothes.

"The road is as simple as it is, and return to nature!" Xiaoman thought in his heart: "what he is wearing must be a powerful robe with powerful prohibition and magical array chart."

That's the only explanation.

Because

His head, it's completely identified.

A mist, covering his head.

His facial features and appearance were hidden in the thick fog.

These mists were flowing and rolling in his head.

In the fog, time and space seem not to exist.

It seems that this is how the fog has surrounded his head since ancient times.

At two o'clock, the fire rose slowly from his eyes.

Like the dazzling meteor, also like the legend of Jinwu.

Xiaoman took a deep breath. In her mind, some stories and legends about tianqianqian, which were told by her grandfather and her as a child, flashed through her mind.

Someone went into a mountain forest by mistake on his journey. He found a cave in the forest.

There lived a monster with long hair in the cave.

The monster also saw the traveler and said, "who are you?"

The traveler replied, "I'm from country x "

the monster wondered," country x? "

"Where is country x?"Then the traveler was trembling.

The monster was puzzled and didn't understand it at all. So he asked, "have you heard of Tianshan?"

The traveler was shocked: "Tianshang has been dead for a long time."

The monster was shocked: "is Tianshang dead? Who killed it? "

The monster told the traveler that he was the general of the imperial court of Tianshang. Because he had done something wrong, he was punished here to guard the ancestral mausoleum. He had no idea that the Tianshang had been destroyed.

The traveler worshipped this strange man as his teacher and learned magic.

After a few years of study, the traveler felt that he had learned something, so he said goodbye to his teacher and prepared to go home to visit his relatives.

As a result, when he walked out of the forest and came to the foot of the mountain, he met passers-by and asked him to know that it had been thousands of years for the outside world.

His family, his country, are no longer there.

Thinking about this story, Xiaoman thought, "did I encounter something in the story?"

"In this fog is an ancient immortal who has been hidden for countless years?"

Think it over, it may not be impossible.

There has always been a legend in Xiaoman's world.

Long ago, in addition to the legend of the dragon, there was a long time ago when the legend of the Dragon came.

After the candle dragon created the world, the powerful existence helped the candle dragon create the Terran and demon clan. After leaving the tradition of cultivation, it disappeared.

He didn't even leave a name.

Thinking of this, Xiaoman was excited.

Because, if that person, maybe, if he knew the calamity of heaven and earth, he would be willing to help!

After all, heaven and earth also have his share!

But

Before Xiaoman opened his mouth, the other party spoke first.

"Welcome to..." I don't know how he spoke. In a word, the fog was rolling, and a voice sounded in Xiaoman's ear: "guest I don't know. What do you need? "

He opened the door and made an invitation.

Xiaoman swallowed all his prepared words into his throat.

Because she saw a sign hanging over the top of the place where the weirdo stood.

Four strange words, with a certain handwriting: Qiyuan bookstore.

These words seem a little strange, but they are very small, and they are used in daily life. There are not many differences between them.

It is nothing more than simplifying strokes and adjusting radicals.

"Are you a bookstore?" Xiaoman asked uneasily.

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Ling Ping An looks at the little girl in front of him.

She is about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a small face that should belong to "classical beauty" in the outside world?

Ling Ping An is not sure about this.

Because it's hard for him to tell.

But that little face, it's really special!

White face, very healthy, ruddy face, fine hair, clearly visible.

A pair of Qiong nose, small and exquisite.

Danfeng eyes, bright eyes, looks a little cute

Well

As cute as rolling!

I don't know why Ling Ping An looks at the little girl and thinks of the rolling of the zoo, and the little rolling who was born about a year ago.

That's when they're cutest and most adorable.

"Why do I feel the same emotion when I look at people as when I watch rolling?" Lingping didn't understand why he felt this way.

Can only be attributed to the side effects of face blindness?

But anyway, he had some affection for the little girl.

Who would refuse a roll?

Anyway, lingping'an won't!

He likes rolling on land and killer whales in the sea.

This kind of cute little thing is too cute for him.

Unfortunately, both are animal protection.

Otherwise, lingping'an even plans to buy one to raise.

Riding to school, but his childhood dream!

So, after hearing the question of the rolling girl, he laughed: "yes, girl, as you can see, I am a bookstore here..."

He thought for a moment and explained, "where knowledge is sold, where skills are sold!"

He looked at the dagger in the girl's hand.

It's a simple sword with a unique shape.

I looked at the girl's dress again.

It's classical!

Simple silk clothes, Ling Luo Ru skirt, and hair on the head.

All this shows that this lovely little rolling Well, the little girl is a fan of ancient culture, and she is also a fan of ancient martial arts.

Guwujia costume!

This is not a rare hobby!In fact, many young people like it.

Last month, Ling Ping'an remembers that one of the guests, who was also a lover of ancient clothes, used a few half liang of last week's money from him to exchange for the book of famous things of Qin and Han Dynasties.

Think of that guest, Ling Ping An has some regrets.

Unfortunately, he did not come back.

Otherwise, such a fat sheep will definitely have a high consumption.

Thinking of the guest, Ling Ping An looks at the little rolling in front of him Well, little girl.

There was a brilliant smile on his face.

Can wear ancient clothes, play ancient martial arts, where are the poor?

Since ancient times, poor and rich!

So, he rubbed his hands and was eager to try. He even spoke in a gentle tone: "guest Come in and have a look... "

"I have everything here..."

"As long as you want..." He's serious, he's serious.

The bookstore that has not opened for several days needs a big money to go back and forth!

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