One Hundred Ways to Become a God

Afraid to be found that there is a strangely-looking square on the side of his calf that is not normally suspended. He can only use the laces of his armpits. Quickly smashed the small square print into the trouser pocket.

This square seal seems to have been completely extinguished by a blow before the black shadow. When He Wei took it in his hand, he did not feel any discomfort except for a bit cold.

Only the square was printed with ribs and corners. The summer clothes were very thin. When the subway was out, He Wei was crowded by the crowd, and his legs were inevitably smashed a few times. It hurt him to take a breath.

After getting out of the subway, he lifted his foot and stepped on the tentacle that was still twisted and twisted at his ankle.

The black shadow didn't care, or its limited consciousness made it impossible to understand the meaning of this move. He was immediately entangled when he broke free and he could only helplessly turn his eyes and carry a Only the heavy and stupid spirit behind, quickly stepped away from the subway station where people come and go.

Because he had a thing in his pocket that didn't know the details, he didn't dare to go back to his rental house directly. Instead, he went around a few streets and went to a small park near the scenery. It’s half past two in the afternoon, the sun is sinister, and almost no one will go out to play during this time. There is no one in the park for a long time.

He Yan posted a black shadow that could be automatically cooled. He couldn’t feel the heat that should be in the summer. He looked at the remote bench in the hot sun, and found out that he had smashed him all the way. Square print.

Although this look is a square shape, it will be found that it has seven faces. The biggest one is printed with a dark red scorpion. He searched for a long time in Han Zikai’s memory. Only recognize that this is a "煞" word.

The dark impression, the dark red essay, this square is just looking at it makes people feel a lingering evil. I am afraid that the high-ranking person who is looking for a strict seat is not a decent way.

Also, I can propose a person who finds a vicious method for the sinister ghost, and I also know that it will not be a good person.

He gaze at the half-bow, which is quietly lying on the bench, carefully sticking out the spiritual filaments and inspecting the past.

Although this square now looks like no threat, it just looks like, who knows if it is a big move in the dark?

He is still ignorant of ghosts and metaphysics, or he should be careful.

He Wei used his mental power to look at it over and over again, except for the breath and the strong yin left by the shadows, and found nothing unusual. No matter how you look at it, it's just a strangely-changed square print, as if the fierce appearance of the black gas in front of him in the alley was just an illusion.

He Wei determined that his spiritual strength was able to observe the spiritual existence of the world, and according to the flawed barrier above the house, he speculated that the high man who was looking for the strict seat was a bit of a skill, but the strength was definitely not It will be particularly strong, so this square...is it really being turned off by their shadows?

He Wei was somewhat uncertain, and in-depth inspections were repeated several times. Finally, he found a trace of the spiritual power of others in a sharp corner. It was only under the squeezing of their black shadows, the traces were very light. So that he found it for so long.

He Wei took the initiative to use the mental power to wipe the traces clean!

Those people in metaphysics who want to drive the instruments for their own use are all connected by various means and instruments. Although the methods are not the same, if they are from the perspective of mental power, the core steps of establishing contact with the instruments It is nothing more than leaving a spiritual imprint on the instrument to build a spiritual connection.

If he did not guess wrong, the trace of the trace should be the spiritual link between the superior and the square. After the complete eradication, the original owner of the square can no longer drive the square.

After completely erasing the traces on the square, He Yan completely let go of his mind and thought about how to deal with this square.

The texture of this print is like a kind of jade, but I don’t know what kind of sorcerer I used to deal with it. It turned into an unclear black, and I couldn’t see the original kind.

However, since it can be made into a musical instrument, it shows that the yin in this jade is indeed much more than the usual jade, and his recent exploration has confirmed this fact.

For He Wei, who has not found a piece of yin and enough jade in the entire antique street, such a piece of smog with a strong yin is placed in front of him. It is impossible to be unmoving.

However, he looked at the strange colors of the square, or gave up the idea.

Who knows that the yin in this seal is transformed by the grievances of the devil? The grievances in their shadows are inherently heavy. What if the yin in this print is provoked and the brain (if any) that is not so good is completely destroyed?

He is looking for jade to raise his soul for the black shadow, so that it can restore its mind as soon as possible, instead of making it more stupid...

Therefore, although this square is a good thing, it cannot be used for waste.

Since it can't be used for him, this kind of evil is still disappearing in this world as soon as possible. If it falls into the hands of others, it is also a scourge.

He Wei glanced at Fang Yin with a glance, took back the spiritual filaments, got up and went to the side of the road to pick up a stone brick, trying to smash it.

Although there is a kind of embarrassing embarrassment in the bricks, but in addition, as a male college student with no hands, he can't think of any simple and feasible method.

As a result, he just got up, and the black shadow that had been showing incomparably had been shaken up. He struck out the same dark spiritual filament from a dark, foggy body, tangling his claws and tangling the spirit he had just retracted. The filaments were violently honed.

He stunned his body and held it on the back of the bench to barely stabilize his figure.

Spiritual filaments are a very sensitive existence, and even if they are not psychologically prepared, even a familiar partner "attacks" will be greatly affected.

It is not a pain, but a feeling of impatience and irritability, which makes people feel a little shame...

He Yan threatened to use the mental power to draw a black shadow, frowning and reprimanding: "Don't make trouble."

The shadow of the black shadow is extremely high, and it seems to be very thick and thick. When it is smoked, it is just a matter of shaking the spirits and filaments, and immediately stalking.

In fact, as a resentful evil thing, the shadows have been very smooth in these two days, but because of the unclear consciousness, they often do something that is very helpless, such as destroying him today. The plan, like the present, is entangled in his intimacy.

They have been together for three lifetimes, and He Wei will not tweak in this kind of thing. He does not mind going back to the rental house and the black shadow to have a good "in-depth", but now it is still outside, although the park is almost No one, but He Wei still can't let himself go ugly in this kind of public place.

The friction between the spiritual filaments brings a sense of pleasure that people can't refuse, and there is a trace of blood on the pale face, and the wheezing in the mouth gradually becomes heavy, and finally the body is about to be connected. At that time, I forced myself to use my mental strength to smash the shadows, and then endured the discomfort in the spirit sea, with a hint of anger in the tone: "Roll!"

The black shadow seems to feel the unpleasant smell of him. After being smashed, the whole group of black fog is frozen. The black lacquered filaments are hesitantly shrinking back after a long period of stiffness in the air.

He took back his own spiritual filaments, stood still and breathed, and turned to look for stone bricks.

The black shadow followed behind him, like a balloon that was leaking, and the whole volume was shrunk by half. I didn’t know why I didn’t rush to him as usual. I only found a tentacle around his wrist. A little bit cautious.

He squinted at his wrist and ignored it.

The park has not been trimmed for several years. Many of the stone bricks on the road are loose. He soon took a piece back and put the square on the ground and began to use the stone bricks to squat down.

It is reasonable to say that ordinary jade products are very fragile. If you accidentally slammed it, it is very likely that the whole piece will be broken. However, after the refining and printing, the texture becomes extremely hard, and it has not been able to cause it for a long time. The slightest damage, but the stone brick was smashed, almost cut his own wrist.

If it weren't for the moment when the gravel splashed, the tentacles on his wrist would quickly shoot a sharp piece of stone brick for him. He must have seen red at this time.

Although the black elephant's just move was a little bit mad, but He did not intend to hold on to this thing, so he touched the tentacle that was placed on his wrist, and the tone softened a lot: "Thank you. ""

Then I couldn't help but think that if their family could be so considerate and sensible every day, he would not be depressed two or three times a day.

After the black, soft tentacle was touched by him, he immediately erected, stretched and circled his index finger, and rubbed it slightly.

A little itchy...

He reflexively curled his fingers backwards, and the extremely flexible tentacle stretched himself a little with his movements, as if he had been attached to him.

Perhaps it’s a bit embarrassing about He’s cuteness. He thinks that the tentacle is really cute and can’t help but pinch it with your fingers.

The tentacle was shaken by him like a drunk, and when he was loose, he fell softly on his index finger. It was a bit sticky.

He couldn’t help but smile.

However... looking at the black shadow with a bit of pleasing behavior, He Hao suddenly realized a problem.

Its consciousness, is this already starting to recover?

The author has something to say: black lacquer: pretend to calm down.jpg