It is indeed a divine skill. Not only is it practical and powerful, but as the Yin God, she can use this skill without damaging [Grudge].
If she were to use [Grudge] when she was not wearing the Night Game, she would have to use [Grudge] as normal.
“This makes it difficult for me.” Mi August stroked the small round temples of [Grudge] on the page of the book, “How can I be willing to return you to my employer.”
Speaking of his employer, Suo Wuchang was quietly approaching the wall of the old house.
He stood outside the wall for a long time, his eyes behind his white face looking around in confusion.
“The strange energy is thin but not leaking, and it is dark but not fierce. It is not like a strange thing that blocks the eyes. Could it be that it is really a spiritual thing?”
Thinking of this, Suo Wuchang couldn’t help but reveal a trace of greed in his eyes.
The magic weapon is poisonous, the strange stories are difficult to learn, and the fairies are all in their own way, hiding and hiding. Spiritual objects are treasures that are created by gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Each one is extraordinary and the number is very small. Once encountered, all parties will compete for it.
Suo Wuchang never thought that he could see spiritual beings in this mundane world of Canglan Continent.
The thought of killing someone and seizing the treasure only flashed through his mind for a moment before he calmly suppressed it.
Another reason why spiritual objects are rare is that they have spirits and will choose their owner to be born. Taking them by force is very likely to cause the spiritual objects to self-destruct, and it should also teach those who take them an unforgettable lesson.
He shot out a copper lock in his hand, jumped onto the high wall, saw a lighted house in the distance and groped towards it.
inside the house.
Mi Feixue stared at her fingers, then flexibly performed a set of finger tricks, exactly the same as Jiang Shou did in the afternoon.
She stared closely at her fingertips, but she still didn’t see Youhuo, whom Mi August praised for being so awesome.
Anger appeared on Mi Feixue’s face, her brows raised, and she was about to try for the 108th time not to be outdone.
A cute and well-behaved child’s face appeared on the bookshelf, “Little Master Feixue, it’s almost time for Madam to come and put you to sleep.”
Hearing this, Mi Feixue immediately stopped practicing that always ended in failure.
She felt depressed, even though she was doing the same thing, why couldn’t she get enough praise from August.
This depression turned into the urge to write a diary, and Mi Feixue took out the booklet named “Feixue Day”.
The previous page records the first time I met Yu Hu and the others.
Mi Feixue turned over it and picked up the brush to write down all the resentment, grievance and depression in her heart on the paper.
[The wind blows, the fire flies]
[The wind makes the fire dance]