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Chapter 1686: The Story of a Clay Doll Cultivating Immortality (21)
Chapter 1686: The Story of a Clay Doll Cultivating Immortality (21)
Chapter 1686: The Story of a Clay Doll Cultivating Immortality (21)
Chapter 1686 The story of a clay doll cultivating immortality (21)
Young MasterYoung Master?
Why didnt you say anything, Master?
Did you suddenly feel like you were in trance?
Envy the young masters talent.
Youth boy:
Its not that he didnt speak, but that the clay doll stretched out his hands and scratched his tree trunk, as if scratching an itch, which made him unable to speak.
And he always had a feeling that this clay doll was intentional. Did the other party find out about his situation?
The other party can probably sense the evil spirit coming from these willow trees, but they should not be able to hear their communication.
They communicate not with spiritual consciousness, but with special speech that belongs to flowers, plants and trees. Those who dont know how to speak like this will have no chance of hearing.
She is a clay doll. She does not belong to the category of flowers, plants and trees. She should not understand their language.
The willow trees on the edge of the Liu River were chatting with each other. Their words were simple, and they were all purely envious of the young man's talent. They had no other thoughts, and their communication was very straightforward.
In fact, last night, Qian Yan made a guess as to what identity the Prime Minister would choose in this small world.
Later, when I heard the exchanges between these willow trees, I wondered if it might be the willow tree where she stayed. So far, the willow tree is questionable.
Those who fell from the sky will end up being torn out of their true bodies.
But he has cultivated to the point where his soul has left his body, and he may not have died if his original body was removed. But according to the identity chosen by the prime minister, if it is really this willow tree, then even if the spirit of the willow tree spirit escapes, the final outcome should not be good.
The willow trees were still chirping and communicating. The boy only felt that Qianyan was scratching his trunk and did nothing else. Just when he was about to speak and continue, Qianyan spoke first: "Willow tree spirit, what is your name?"
The originally noisy willow trees suddenly became quiet: "..."
Of course, after just a moment of silence, they started communicating again.
Who is she asking? Ask us, or the young master?
Can she hear us?
She is just a ball of mud. She does not belong to the category of flowers, plants and trees. She probably cannot hear, right? She should be able to hear clearly the communication of various types of soil, not that of our willow trees.
Thats right, thats right, it scared me.
Thats not right, then why did she ask for the name?
"Are you... asking the young master? She probably felt that the young master was more evil and thought he had become a spirit, so she asked the willow tree spirit what your name is."
"Sir, are you still awake?" A willow tree spirit called the boy, "I think that Clay Fairy is not bad. People have called you. You should accept it and just make friends. As the saying goes, Many friends, many paths.
Youth: "..." He very much suspected that these willow spirits were impure and wanted to get in touch with the clay doll through him.
But, is the other party really asking him?
Can she hear the words of their willow tree, or sense his strong demonic aura?
"Why don't you speak?" Qian Yan asked again, "Didn't you speak very well before?"
She heard it!
She actually heard it, whats going on?
How can she hear the communication between our willow trees?
Did she practice some secret technique?
Qian Yan was silent as she listened to the noise of the willow trees. There was no secret method, but her soul was strong. In addition, she had made fairy grass before, so it would not be a problem to understand the communication between the willow trees.
Ni Xian, can you hear us? The bold willow tree spirit has already communicated with Qian Yan.