Interstellar Counterattack Becomes a God

Xiao Luo said: "Just let me see first. Maybe a solution will be found."

Mengshan thought this was indeed the case, "Okay."

Xiao Luo turned around Taxue, and Taxue followed him, rubbing Xiao Luo with his horse's head.

Mengshan is also strange. He was raised by him since he was a child. He didn't like contact with outsiders, but now he has changed his temper.

Xiao Luo felt sadness and joy on this horse. Xiao Luo can be sure that this is a normal horse with no spiritual power on his body. Why is it so spiritual?

Xiao Luo was puzzled and had no choice but to think that the illusion didn't need a reason.

Stepping on the blood is not like being poisoned. Xiao Luo put his hand on the belly of Stepping on the blood, always feeling that something was squirming inside.

"Mr. San, come on, put your hand on Treading Blood's belly." Xiao Luo himself couldn't be sure but there were others, and the illusion of the two could barely be confirmed as a fact.

Although Mengshan felt strange, he was more concerned about Stepping on the blood.

Putting the hand on it didn't feel much at first, but it felt like a small thing was crawling over time. Being so close to the epidermis can make the outside world feel how painful it is to step on the blood.

Seeing the change in the expression of the third director, Xiao Luo affirmed his feelings, "Is there something in it? It's directly in the flesh and blood, but I haven't heard of the little one."

Mengshan had already guessed in his heart, "For your credit, go back and rest when you are fine."

After talking about Mengshan, he touched the head of the blood and left, Xiao Luo suddenly felt desolate in the wind, this is regarded as killing the donkey?

Xiao Luo hurried to catch up with Mengshan, but didn't get close, there were always a few steps.

The next day the young masters all dressed in horses and went into the stables to select horses. They wanted to race horses, and the stakes were not small.

With a few people as company, the three brothers of the He family didn't choose to stand on the same front, but faintly formed a four-legged trend with another small group. How did Xiao Luo feel that the three brothers of the He family had been calculated and killed each other.

However, these have nothing to do with Xiao Luo. He was assigned a new task to be on guard on the road where the young masters were racing. There is such a person every section of the road, and there are a few hands that can suppress the suddenly crazy horse and ensure that the young masters are not injured.

When Mengshan asked Xiao Luo if he could do it, Xiao Luo patted his chest and agreed. He could indeed subdue a crazy horse, but not including a group of horses going crazy together.

Xiao Luo was going crazy, the young masters brushed their faces white, shaking on horsebacks trembling, and chasing the handymen who wanted to rescue them behind him. Xiao Luo could only be rescued nearby, no matter how fast Xiao Luo was, there must be a sequence. Young Master He San is the one farther away from Xiao Luo. Even if Xiao Luo kicked the horse to save him, he still felt that Xiao Luo couldn't do his best, so he was scared and scared, and he scratched his arm.

Xiao Luoben felt that he had made such a great contribution, not to mention that his level could be further improved, he could always get a little gratitude and favor from the masters. But apart from rewarding the doctor and supplements, there is nothing left. The depressed Xiao Luo felt that the kicked chest was particularly boring, lying on the bed thinking about what went wrong.

Thinking of the baldness, Xiao Luo could only think angrily that the master of the He family was heartless.

Xiao Luo heard the sound of opening the door and lay still on the bed. Because recently his three meals were delivered by someone, he thought it was time for dinner.

The Third Young Master doesn't think so. Not only does he neglect himself when he saves his life, he also dared to neglect himself on weekdays. It is unforgivable. The Third Young Master angrily said: "Take this stubborn slave away to this Young Master."

Xiao Luo suddenly looked over and saw only one back, and then two unkind second-class handymen grabbed Xiao Luo's arm and pulled Xiao Luo under the bed. Xiao Luo couldn't react, and was dragged away by his arms.

Then he reacted and broke free of the two men's restraints, and ran back to put on shoes.

When one catches up, he kicks and scolds, "Dare you not listen to the words of the third young master and look for death."

Xiao Luo ducked sideways, stretched his feet and kicked him to the ground, "I'm a third-man, dare to move me, first weigh how hard my life is."

The two looked at each other, with melancholy between their eyebrows, and the standing humane said: "I'm sorry, but we have to listen to what the third master has said. It is better to notify the third master and let him find the third master."

It's a good calculation. If the third chief doesn't care about that at all, if the third chief comes to ask for someone, that's also the third master's business. Xiao Luo nodded after thinking clearly, and was about to go outside.

The person who got up said: "I have wronged you."

Then Xiao Luo was escorted to the Three Young Master's Chongming Station.

Xiao Luo knew that Young Master San was not a favorite when he looked at the decoration a little bit worse than that of the third master. This heart was let go, and the three directors consciously wouldn't leave him alone.

Unexpectedly, Mengshan was not at home, so he went out to investigate the racecourse.

Xiao Luo waited left and right and did not wait for the arrival of the third master, instead, he was taken to his basement by the third master. Perhaps it was the basement arranged by his mother.

There are not only various utensils, but also a half-old boy. Xiao Luomeng watched as the third young master drew his whip onto the young man's body, and the young man snorted. The two handymen next to each other are quite commonplace.

Xiao Luo thought to himself that the master of the He family was absolutely awkward, and at first glance he was a habitual offender. I wonder if killing the master himself as the master counts as a pass.

Xiao Luo was pondering here, the Third Young Master flicked the whip there, flicking it for a while, seemingly bored. Turning around and saying, "Tie him to Ben Shao."

Xiao Luo immediately struggled when he heard that it was OK, how could the people next to him easily make him do what he wanted. The three of them scrambled, and Xiao Luo did not stand up against one another.

The Third Young Master gritted his teeth and took out a dagger from his sleeve to quietly approach Xiao Luo.

Xiao Luo only felt a violent wind hit, and hurriedly dodged, grabbing the dagger and stabbing it back in a hurry.

The world was quiet, and the two handymen backed away blankly, and the teenager next to him let out a hoarse laugh.

Xiao Luo was kicked out of the illusion. The teacher saw Xiao Luo shook his head and sighed, "I also ask Uncle Master to go to the disciple hall on time tomorrow, and the rest will continue to practice in the illusion."

Xiao Luo felt the abundance of spiritual power and strong body for a while in a trance, and hurriedly bid farewell to his teaching and hid in the small bamboo house.

The small bamboo house was built by Chi Yan Zhu for Xiao Luo, and Xiao Luo liked it very much, so he gave Chi Yan Zhu all the essence.

Xiao Luo felt that he hadn't thought about it for a long time. The time spent in bed every day seemed to have passed for a long time, and it seemed that it was just the next day. Whether it is reality or illusion, it should be said that Xiao Luo has never distinguished, for him it is an illusion, an unreal illusion. Depressed for dozens of hundreds of countless years, Xiao Luo can no longer tell who is true and who is false.

Chu Chu, is Chu Chu true or not? Where is Jusen? It's all invisible and intangible, what is he doing?

The consequences of not being able to think about it are confusion and spiritual power riots, but how can the number of contracts on the declining body make his life pass?

The next day Xiao Luo met Chihuo Patriarch and Chi Yanzhu respectfully and said, "Good morning Master, good morning Chi Yan."

"Morning." Chi Huo murmured, why is his apprentice different today?

Without waiting for Chi Huo to find out, Xiao Luo was already far away.

When Xiao Luo walked to the disciple hall on foot, the teacher had been waiting for him for a long time, but he didn't have the courage to settle accounts with his uncle.

Allow.

Xiao Luo tried his best to serve the demon lotus, and the more he taught, the more satisfied he was. No matter what the content, his uncle always got through. It made him gratified and felt that he was useless, and he was happy.

In less than a month, he had finished teaching all the content, and took Xiao Luo to Houshan to participate in the completion assessment of the disciple hall.

This assessment is not a human supervisor, but a spirit demon who is an ancestor of the Ten Thousand Grass Sect.

The teacher had just moved out of the small bench, and before his **** touched the stool, he saw that Xiao Luo and the two had come out. Why do you have to wait for half a day in normal times? Did it fail?

The teacher was already thinking about comforting words, Xiao Luo smiled and said: "I have finished the exam, thank you for the teaching in the weekdays.

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After Xiao Luo entered, the examiner Xiao Qinglian shivered as soon as she released the demon lotus, and immediately announced that Xiao Luo had passed the examination, and respectfully sent Xiao Luo out.

The teacher was surprised, but he only sighed that he deserves to be the uncle.

The disciple's affairs are up, and even if Xiao Luo is a real disciple of the Ten Thousand Grass Sect, it is time to take the task. Every official disciple must complete two second-level tasks or five C-level tasks or ten D-level tasks out of the four-level tasks of A, B, C, and D in one year.

According to Xiao Luo's seniority, he should be the salary leader of the sect every year, guarding the ten thousand grass sect with fame. However, he was a disciple who had just entered the sect, even if no one asked him to do the task. Xiao Luo also had to do it.

With Xiao Luo's strength, in addition to group tasks, he can only receive some D-level tasks. Xiao Luo led nine D-level quests in one breath, because currently only nine can be led.

Then Xiao Luo took the task book to do the task.

Unexpectedly, there was a mission issued by He Feng. Just as Xiao Luo was thinking about going to see He Feng, he was going to do this mission first.

When Xiao Luo arrived at the mission location, He Feng was pulling grass in the spiritual field with his sleeves and trouser legs in his arms.

Xiao Luo stood at the edge of the field and waved his hands and shouted, "Brother He, Brother He..."

He Feng heard someone telling him to walk to the side of the field. He saw that it was Xiao backward, and said hurriedly and respectfully: "Hello, Master, you can't call me like that."

Xiao Luo smiled and said, "I am the uncle, I have the final say."

He Feng was surprised, as if that was right.

Xiao Luo went on to say: "I took the D-level task, the one you posted. Come see you, and finish the task by the way."

When He Feng heard this, he would be okay, so he would be chased if he pulled the weeds.

Xiao Luo said with his arms akimbo: "I am the uncle, and I am in charge."

He Feng died. He Feng explained to Xiao Luo: "The task I posted is to help me weed. This Yuling Grass is a full-fledged villain, but it has a tenacious vitality, and it grows crazily as soon as it encounters spiritual power, and it can split into endless descendants. So you have to pull it tree by tree with your hands, because other farming tools can’t be done. It’s extra hard work, so let’s just forget it, I’ll give you a full score for your task.

Xiao Luo shouted: "Shut up."

He Feng saw that Xiao Luo had dressed up like him and went down to the spiritual field.