Chapter 1221

She stood as if for a century, as if petrified there.

Half a sound, she sipped her mouth and turned away.

Suddenly a cold voice came out of the main hall, like the stream in early spring, with the chill of winter: "come in."

Rather snow Mo Leng a Leng, dull brain laborious operation, she seems to hear the voice of God Jiuli

He turned and looked at the main hall, but there was no one in front of the main hall. After waiting for a long time, there was only a thin wind singing around.

Do you have a hallucination?

Ning Xuemo shakes his head and moves on.

This time, the voice from the hall was a little cold again, and it was completely cold in the middle of winter: "come in for me!"

It turns out that God Jiuli really called her. It's not her own auditory hallucination. Ning Xuemo's head was dizzy.

She raised her legs and stepped in, bypassed the screen, and saw God Jiuli standing quietly in the center of the hall, looking at her expressionless.

Ning Xuemo looks at the comfortable chair on the main hall and Jiuli. He doesn't understand why he has to stand if he doesn't have a chair.

For a while, she spoke faster than her brain responded. "Why do you have to stand if you don't have a chair?"

After that, he reflected how boring he asked me. What is he willing to stand up to do with himself? What happened to me today?

Why don't you have a doorman on your mouth? I'll jump out of anything.

Shenjiuli's expression seems to be blank for a moment. All the prepared words are interrupted by her unreasonable question and can't be said any more.

Did he say that he had just stood behind the screen and looked at her quietly until she came in and walked back to the center of the hall?

Shen Jiuli decides not to let her rest. He looks up at Ning Xuemo. With a flick of his sleeve, Ning Xuemo only feels that his body is light, and her mind starts to flow lively again. She is relieved, and her mind finally comes back.

"How many levels have you reached in your cultivation of the moon falling immortal method?" said Shen Jiuli lightly

Ning Xuemo looks at him in a daze, the moon falling fairy method? What the hell is this? She hasn't heard of it.

When did he teach himself and forget all about it?

Ning Xuemo thought about it and said, "master, I haven't cultivated this."

Shenjiuli: "..." Is she really his disciple? Isn't this the level 8 beginner mind method?

Didn't I have time to give her this mental skill before I fell asleep?

Well, it's not too late to practice.

He raised his hand and threw out a book, Ning Xuemo silently caught it. He said without expression: "there are all the things you need to practice in this book. Recite and understand this mental skill tonight, and test you tomorrow.

Ning Xuemo looks at the big book in her hand, which is thicker than a brick, and feels more dizzy.

she carries the book in her hand and wants to go out.

"Stop." God Jiuli opens his mouth.

What's the matter?

Ning Xuemo turned around and looked at him. "What else can I do for you, master?"

God Jiuli's eyes fell on the book she was carrying, and her voice was slightly cold: "this book was written by my teacher himself, and it took a lot of effort, so you carry it?" Look at her carrying the book as if she were carrying a garbage bag. There's no respect!

Ning Xuemo's head has been drowsy. In fact, she didn't pay attention to her posture of carrying the book. Now, after being reminded by God Jiuli, she doesn't want to challenge him anymore. She holds the book like a tribute: "is this the head office?"