Rebirth Profession Sells Miserably

With the sample, Xingshu quickly made other organs one after another. The failed products piled up a hill in the gorgeous palace, and he finally produced five finished products. The best finished products can be used for a month at most.

Wuxuan spirit body has an affinity for the spiritual power of all attributes, so it is quite talented in refining tools, so even if the original owner does not learn or lack the skills, he can still groping for the scum man to refine spiritual weapons. .

The original owner is a half-hearted person. He has not been taught by his master. He refines the device alone, how many furnaces he has exploded, and how much suffering he has suffered. Here, it is impossible to say that it is not angry, but what is even more frustrating is that he was kicked down the fairy ladder indiscriminately by the scum man before he could get angry with the junior three.

His head was covered with blood, and his body was covered with wounds. The wound caused by the original refining device had not healed yet, and this tumbling Xn power was simply aggravated by the wound.

The original owner completely fainted under the stairs and couldn't get up.

It happened that during those few days it snowed and buried his skinny body in the snowdrift, so it was not until the fifth day when the scumbag was about to take his mistress out to play, that he stepped on him in the snowdrift.

The scumbag can only take him to the treatment, and the going out will be delayed.

The original owner woke up and found that it was the scumbag who took care of him himself, instantly resurrected with blood, and continued to love to death.

Gee tee, what's so good about this kind of love that only touches you?

Xing Shu was very puzzled and didn't want to understand.

During the year he was recuperating in the palace, Xing Shu tried to make a lot of things, and he also made a fat baby the size of a palm, and stuffed the green fire that circled him all day.

The doll moved under the control of Qinghuo, and the meaty appearance was so cute, so Xing Shu pounced on it with a whimper... took off the chubby pants and rubbed it twice.

what! This soft texture!

After raising Qinghuo doll as a son for more than half a year, maybe Qinghuo finally couldn't stand Xingshu's weird temper, and couldn't stand the boundless loneliness in this big palace, so he slipped away without even having a greeting. He woke up, I went completely clean, not to mention the clouds, even the dust was not taken away.

Xing Shu was sad for several days holding the ball, but when he thought that Qinghuo might have gone to reincarnation, he was relieved. He can't always stay with others. It will be bad if he delays in time.

And this year, he has spent a lot of spirit stones, and the spirit stones sent to him by his sister are almost exhausted! If I stay in the house, I won’t have money to buy materials to make organs.

Sure enough, you still have to go to this sect to see? No matter how powerful the cheap father is, he can't do anything to him as a semi-crippled man. He is so weak, pitiful and helpless, at least three thousand middle-grade spirit stones can barely make sense, right?

Alas, most of the Lingshi given by sister paper has been used, and he still wants to make some protective weapons for the ball.

Xu is God's help, Xing Shu couldn't keep up with his thoughts, and couldn't come to ask for Lingshi in person, but a disciple of Yunshan Sect flew with clouds, his robe fluttered, and the spiritual light appeared, and he looked like an immortal.

At this time, Xing Shu was playing with the ball, and the little red skirt slipped in, took out four tender claws and fluffy tail, so angry that the ball rolled into a ball frantically biting the "protective suit" that was forced to be put on.

The person stopped looking at the ball for a long time before moving away, Xing Shu keenly noticed the fleeting killing intent.

"The disciple is ordered by the lord to bring the three young masters back to this sect." When the visitor let the position of his birth side, Xing Shu noticed that there was a rosette-style spiritual tool there.

I have seen this kind of spiritual weapon in the memory of the original owner of Xinghu. It looks very gorgeous and simple to use. It can fly by just injecting spiritual power into it, and its sales once surpassed the flying-aiding spiritual device produced in the same period.

But only once.

And it was a very short time.

Xing Shu looked at the outdated White Lotus Throne, who was even publicly embarrassed by the Xianzong. After only two seconds of silence, he stepped in. Before sitting down, the soles of his feet trembled, and the lotus seat soared into the sky. Go straight!

Xingshu who almost flew out because of this: "..."

The messenger seemed to have come to understand, and hurried to catch up. The three words are not separated from the unfamiliar, and the word is not separated from the spiritual power, and the force is too strong. By the way, he pretends to lament the low-end roughness of the rosette and the high-end atmosphere of the cloud disk. Up-grade.

In short, there is no apology.

Xing Shu looked at each other's face earnestly, and when the person who seemed to be apologizing but ostentatious stopped in embarrassment, he curled his lips and said faintly: "This, um, little Daoist friend? Are you a direct descendant of the suzerain?"

The expression on the human face became stiff, and he laughed and said: "Thanks to the three young masters, the disciple is not talented, but an outer monk."

Xing Shu suddenly realized that he patted him on the shoulder very knowingly, showing the good looks of the brothers, but his tone was very sincere: "I don't look up high, don't get me wrong, I just thought of the one who came to pick me up earlier... oh Yes, Senior Brother Qing Li, he said that he had never seen a lotus seat and did not know how to use it.

After a pause, ignoring the increasingly ugly face, he said with emotion: "I understand, I understand very well, I have also failed five times before using spiritual energy to activate the spiritual stone. Young people, don't be discouraged, I am optimistic about you!"

"..."

"By the way, do you have a name? Ah, I have a bad memory, maybe you said it, I forgot."

He admitted that he was generous, but it was not easy to make people suspicious. No matter how he scolded in his heart, he had to report his name honestly at this moment, but he was unwilling to continue speaking.

Xing Shu asked a few more questions and found that he was either perfunctory or simply pretending to be deaf, so he had no choice but to stop thinking about the news.

Quietly, I watched a section of the aerial scenery, but there was a movement in his arms. The little milk dog who woke up ignorantly pulled out two paws, followed by a small furry head.

Xing Shu's complexion softened, his fingertips nodded a little red nose, watching its cuteness rubbing his palms obediently, and playing with it, his fingers stuck in his mouth.

Ball: "..."

The milk dog looked helpless and opened his mouth, worried that the sharp teeth would bite his hand. However, the little hand was so awkward that he almost ran after its sharp mouth. Even with extreme restraint, there are already sharp teeth Grind the white and tender fingers into a few shallow red marks.

Ball: "..."

Xingshu laughed loudly, causing Si to turn his head back in doubt.

With this look, I can't look away anymore.

The original master can survive 18 years in this world like that, and rely on this exquisite face. Now, the person holding this face is making a cute pet with a smile, with curving eyebrows and phoenix hair. Bright, it seems to be a fusion of all the brilliance, so gorgeous that it is fascinating.

"Brother Si?" Xing Shu coughed and restrained.

Ok? Ok? Siyou hurried back to his senses, trying to make a look of disgust and disdain, but suddenly lost his memory, and his mind went blank.

Xing Shu shook his hand in front of him and yelled several times. After confirming that the hypnosis was successful, his expression instantly collapsed and his tone was very serious: "What were you thinking when you saw it at first sight?"

"...Snow Demon Dog...Junior Sister Yao lost one...want to send it..."

Xing Shu frowned, obviously not satisfied with the answer, his left eye was close to the pupil, and his mental strength was entangled in threads.

"You want to kill it, why?"

"...Um...I...I want to kill it... It signed a contract with Xing Shu. If you don't want to back down Xing Shu,... you can't re-sign with Junior Sister Yao... Since it's useless, it's better to kill it..."

boom!

At that moment, what Xing Shu thought of was not arrogantly offering treasures under a pomegranate skirt, robbing monsters and beasts, but...

When did the ball become his contract beast?

The original owner's knowledge is very limited, and Xingshu has been crazily supplementing a lot of knowledge in the past few months, including the conclusion of contracts with monks and monsters.

In addition to improving one's own combat effectiveness, choosing a monster beast that suits oneself can improve the progress of one's own cultivation to a certain extent, making the practice more effective with half the effort.

Therefore, many monks will consciously choose the monster beasts that suit them to tame them at all stages of their cultivation, and various immortal sects have also established the Royal Beast Branch a long time ago, which specializes in teaching new students.

The above is what Xingshu understands, and the way to conclude a contract with a monster is nothing more than a drop of blood, a spiritual exchange, and if you can talk, you will hit it off. It is up to the outcome to decide whether to be together or how to be together.

Mind whispering, Xing Shu stiffly turned his head to look at the round innocent eyes.

Blood contract, spiritual knowledge, recognition...

He seems to have guessed something...

After two seconds of silence, Xing Shu picked up the fox by the back of its neck.

The little milk dog seemed to be able to feel the anger that radiated from him, and he cleverly gathered his four paws, clinging to his chest, how the dog's mouth looked like he was smiling maliciously.

"When I broke through that day, I clearly remembered that my seven orifices were bleeding and my skin was cracked. Why did I wake up again the next day?"

"Woo?"

"Don't play dumb."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

"No more you!"

"Oh!"

The milk dog struggled to kick his four claws, struggling meaningfully, and when he was tired, he turned his head and rubbed the fingertips of Xingshu, his big eyes continued to commit innocence.

Do you think I am teasing you?

Xing Shu found sadly... he didn't seem to be very angry, but he felt warm in his heart, as if he was filled up strongly by something.

He thought he died under the mouth of a zombie, but he turned around and was reborn in another world. After several toss and turns, he became dependent on a puppy unknowingly.

Xingshu was full of emotions. Seeing that his expression softened, the little milk dog grunted his eyes, broke free from the restraints, threw himself into Xingshu's arms, stretched his neck and rubbed against Xingshu's cheek softly, his throat softened. Cute whining sound.

Xingshu was completely defeated and did not pay attention to a forgotten corner. The young monk in a white coat and gray coat opened his eyes madly, and his mouth murmured in small pieces.

"...The contract...no, it's not the blood deed...never seen...no, I've seen..."