If Bai Ke was talking about the incredible things just now, he was so shocked that he didn't know what to react, then now, when the man in black who waved his sleeves to solve the three monsters kneeled in front of him with a "bang" and looked at him and shouted "Master", Bai Ke's feeling was not just a description of "shock", but a whole person was not good!

Awesome, another lunatic.

Still a...a very powerful psychopath.

How is this good?

He does have experience in dealing with lunatics, and he has been dealing with them since childhood, but this is the first time he has seen such high-end models.

Even if Bai Ke is calm, he is just eighteen. No matter how calm and precocious he looks, he is still a young boy in his bones. Even if he removes his stubbornness and blocks his tricks, he will not be able to remain calm in the face of this situation of 800 magical displays in five minutes.

So, he glared at the man in black for a long time, and could only purs his lips, and tighten his face and say: "Put down the head held by your right hand first, let's talk about other issues."

The man in black relaxed without blinking his eyes when he heard him: "Let it go."

The three black haired heads were not light enough. With a "boom", they fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and rolled into a pile with the monsters stiffening beside them.

Bai Ke took a look silently, then silently retracted his gaze: "..."

He felt that if this continues, he would have a psychological shadow on the sound of "dong".

But the culprit still knelt on one knee without moving, tilting his head, looking at him without blinking, as if he was about to see for hundreds of years in one breath.

Apart from the little doll that stands straight and cannot reach his waist, Bai Ke has never looked down on anyone like this. But the guy who is looked down on is too strong and kneeling like a lion who is temporarily squinting and can open his eyes at any time, making Bai Ke look up particularly awkward.

Bai Ke felt that although this man in black was not very smart, at least he heard what he said so much that he wanted him to stand up first. It was too bad to always kneel down and communicate like this.

But as soon as he spoke, "You--", the man in black stared at him, his eyes lit up obviously, and that gaze made Bai Ke feel that "he dared to touch the ass of a god."

Bai Keka lowered his shell and continued, "Stand up first."

The man in black did not blink and continued to kneel as firm as a rock. There was a moment of vicissitudes and sorrow on his face, and his voice was low: "I haven't seen it for too long, let me kneel..."

Bai Ke's face became tighter: "..."

This is impossible to talk about!!

But if you don’t have to chat, you have to talk about it. At least you have to persuade people with a little brain to go back and forth. Bai Ke suddenly felt a little painful and a little dizzy.

He took a deep breath and said in a stiff voice: "You... call me master, but I have never seen you before, I have always--"

Before Bai Ke finished speaking, the man in black interrupted in a deep voice: "You just don't remember what you have seen."

"...I'm only eighteen, not eighty, not that forgetful." Bai Ke was simply helpless, "Can I accept you as my apprentice before I was three years old?"

The man in black shook his head: "Of course not."

Bai Ke had no expression on his face: "Then tell me, why don't I know when you became my teacher?"

The man in black didn't even calculate it, and opened his mouth and said, "Three years in Nanhua, five thousand seven hundred and twenty years away from now."

“…”

Bai Kemu was silent for a full minute with his face open.

Just as he opened his mouth and was about to say something, the place where something was pierced by the back erection neck suddenly hurt. He suddenly felt dizzy and his body was overturned, as if he was tied to a wooden board and thrown into the roaring waves. He could spit it into a sea when he opened his mouth.

Before he could even struggle, his eyes became dark, his legs became weak, and he fainted without saying a word.

Before his consciousness completely disappeared, the last scene he saw was the man in black suddenly sucking him into his arms. His eyebrows, which seemed to be stained with a trace of hostility, were full of worry, and he shouted a name in an anxious tone.

This time, because they were too close, Bai Ke finally heard it clearly-

He was calling "Lingchen".

Somehow, when Bai Ke heard it, he knew which two words he was talking about. He was determined for no reason and did not even notice it himself.

For a moment, at the most vague and scattered point of his consciousness, he seemed to hear a childish child voice, lazy and carelessly humming an unknown tone...

You can see the sky,

Be able to listen to the dust,

Between the pitch,

Clouds are striving for thousands of miles,

Mountains and rivers for thousands of years

...

When he woke up again, what fell into Bai Ke's ears was a gentle bird song. One short and two long sounds were long, one breath was resting, and he was lazy, almost making Bai Ke who had just become a little conscious and let him fall asleep again.

As his consciousness became clearer, the scene in front of him gradually became shapes. The familiar and shallow outline of light and shadow made him know at a glance that he was lying on the bed in his room, as usual as if he saw it every day when he woke up.

His eyes were closed and he lay silent for a while, as if he was listening to the lazy bird song outside the window, and as if he was thinking about something quietly. His dark and dense eyelashes trembled twice, and then he opened his eyes, as if he was hesitating in his movements—

All the light and shadow outlines in sight became much clearer in an instant, and you could even vaguely see the simple patterns on the curtains. This was the first time, and it seemed that there was another improvement compared to before...

But, there is no color...

The thick black once again turned into the background, everything was as old as before.

So, it's a dream.

The heavy rain, the boy like a chicken, Bai Zixu who was knocked out by himself, two malicious people at the door, the three monsters with different bodies and heads... and the unusual but extremely powerful man in black... they all encountered them in a dream. No wonder they were so bizarre, so bizarre that even at the end of the dream, the scenery and people in front of him actually had color.

Now that he woke up from his dream, everything became normal and dull again, so dull that even Bai Ke’s feeling of disappointment seemed not very heavy. However, he himself was not a person who was confused about something and could not let go, so he just calmed down and planned to sit up.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his head, before he could do more movement, he heard a person's voice coming from the living room outside: "So you thought for half an hour, but still haven't remembered it?"

Bai Ke: "..."

Can someone tell him why this sound sounds so much like the man in black in his dream?!

"Sheng, hero, please let me think for a while!" Another person's voice sounded, answering the man's words, and his tone seemed to be almost crying.

Bai Ke: "..." Is this the boy in the alley who almost bumped into him?

"Fellow Daoist Huo, I really feel like I have seen you somewhere! Unfortunately, I can't remember it... By the way, what did you feel when you passed the tribulation? I almost got through yesterday, but the prodigal child got into a strife... Oh my erect neck and old waist!"

Bai Ke: "..." Very good, this is his spendthrift father.

It's great. The lunatic conference has been opened to his living room. So I didn't move for a long time and was just meditating?

The topic of the donkey's lips and the way of thinking of the gods jumping made Bai Ke's neck and heart start to hurt again.

He got up expressionlessly, pulled his slippers and walked over to open the door, and said to the person in the living room with headache: "You--"

As a result, Bai Ke had just finished speaking two words, and before he could even see the three people in the living room clearly, he felt a white light flashing in front of him, and then a low voice rang in his ear: "Are you awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" As he spoke, his warm fingertips had fallen on Bai Ke's back erection neck, and he was pressed gently to the tingling feeling, and the pain suddenly became much less.

Bai Ke: "..."

Bai Ke had nothing to say about this person who kept saying that he was his master. He doubted that if he had agreed to this identity, the man in black would become a waist pendant and other things tied to Bai Ke's belt all day long to achieve 24-hour and all-round protection of the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt.

Although it was a bit ridiculously exaggerated, Bai Ke did not hate this man in black. First, regardless of whether he admitted his mistake or not, the man in black is now at least wholeheartedly treating him. Second, Bai Ke felt that with the momentum he came from last night, his nature should not be like this. In his own words, it was probably because he and the so-called master had not seen each other for too many years.

Therefore, Bai Ke, who has never liked to have physical contact with people, did not avoid his fingers, but waved his hand when he pressed his fingers lightly and said, "Nothing is particularly uncomfortable."

After saying that, he looked at the old wooden sofa in the living room - as he had guessed, the one sitting next to Bai Zixu with his head hanging down and was silenced, was the one he met in the long alley last night.

But after just looking at the boy, Bai Ke was not very good.

"Why did you tie him up like this?"

The young man tied from his shoulders to his ankles by a circle of ropes turned his head, moved his body wrapped into a cicada pupa, and howled at him: "Ao! Young man helps! I'm worried about my life!"

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Small theater

One day, Yushengmen arranged for a new disciple to organize the largest library behind Yuxu Palace.

All the little disciples are 6 or 7 years old, and they are at the age of being lazy and wanting to make trouble.

So the most naughty slammed the table and decided to make a bet to decide the outcome. Those who win can be lazy.

Several bastards were worried about what to bet, but an old man suddenly floated from the tree beside him: "Who dares to touch the beauty's butt?"

No matter how unreliable a few bastards were, they knew that they would not be able to kiss each other. They were immediately shocked by the bet and became a row of hammers.

Huo Junxiao stood in front of the ball cream.

He was scratching his head and feeling that he had lost at this moment, but he saw a man passing by not far ahead, with white black hair, his hair tied very high, and his fairy spirit was like a fairy.

Bangchui Junxiao was thinking about being lazy, and his forehead became hot, and he rushed over like a wild monkey, squirting the man's butt with a silence. He shocked the friends behind him.

As a result, just as he finished pulling his claws, he saw the man being touched turn his head.

Huo Junxiao blocked his face: "..." Help! I touched the leader's butt!!!

The head of the sect, Bai Lingchen: "..."
Chapter completed!