radicalducati Chapter 1686 Clay Doll Cultivating Immortals (21)
Chapter 1686 Clay Doll Cultivating Immortals (21)
Chapter 1686 Clay Doll Cultivating Immortals (21)
"Young master...Young master?"
"Why didn't you speak, son?"
"Could it be that it suddenly came to feel samadhi?"
"I'm envious of your son's talent."
juvenile:"……"
It wasn't that he didn't speak, but that the clay doll reached out and scratched at his tree trunk, as if scratching it, which made him unable to speak.
And he always has a feeling that this clay doll is on purpose. Could it be that the other party discovered his situation?
The other party can probably sense the evil spirit from these willow trees, but they should not be able to hear their communication.
They don't communicate with spiritual consciousness, but with the special language of flowers, plants and trees. Those who don't know this kind of language can't hear it at all.
She is a clay doll, she does not belong to the category of flowers, plants and trees, it must be that she does not understand their language.
The willows beside the willow river are full of chattering voices, their words are simple, they are all purely envious of the talent of the young man, they have no other thoughts, and the communication is very straightforward.
In fact, last night, Qianyan made a guess as to what identity the prime minister would choose in this small world.
Later, when I heard the communication of these willow trees, I wondered if it might be the willow tree she was staying at.So far, the willow tree is very doubtful.
Falling from the sky, the final fate is to be pulled out of the body.
But he has already cultivated to the point where the primordial spirit has come out of his body, so he may not necessarily die if his main body is removed.But according to the identity chosen by the prime minister, if it is really this willow tree, then even if the soul of the willow tree spirit escapes, it should not end well in the end.
The willows were still chattering and chatting. The young man only felt that Qianyan was grabbing his trunk and did nothing else. Just as he was about to speak, Qianyan spoke first: "Willow spirit, what's your name?"
The noisy willows suddenly became quiet: "..."
Of course, after only being quiet for a while, they communicated again.
"Who is she asking?"
"Ask us, or ask the young master?"
"Will she hear us?"
"She's just a mud ball, she doesn't belong to the category of flowers, plants and trees, so she probably can't hear it? She should be able to hear the communication of all kinds of mud, not our willows."
"That's right, that's right, it scared me."
"No, why did she ask for the name?"
"Are... are you asking the young master? She probably felt that the young master had a bit more demonic aura, and thought that the young master had become a spirit, so she asked the willow spirit, what is your name?"
"My lord, are you still awake?" A willow tree spirit called the young man, "I don't think that mud fairy is bad, people have called you, you should answer, just make friends. As the saying goes, Many friends, many paths.”
Boy: "..." He was very suspicious of the impure nature of these willow spirits, and probably wanted to use him to catch up with that clay doll.
However, the other party was really asking him?
Could she hear their willow's words, or could she sense his strong evil spirit?
"Why didn't you speak?" Qianyan asked again, "Didn't you speak well before?"
"She heard it!"
"She actually heard it, what's going on?"
"How can she hear the communication between our willows?"
"Could it be that she has practiced some secret method to succeed?"
Listening to the noise of the willows, Qianyan was silent. There is no secret method, but she has a strong soul. In addition, she has made fairy grass before, so it is not a problem to understand the communication between the willows.
"Nixian, can you hear us?" The bold willow spirit had already communicated with Qianyan.
(End of this chapter)