"Zhicheng!"
"That silly boy!" The vague impression in Gu Shentong's mind gradually became clear.
Vaguely, he seemed to still be able to hear the silly boy smiling at him and asking, "Senior brother, did I use this move correctly?"
Memories are not false!
Only the portion sizes have changed.
Of course there was such a fool in Gu Tailang's memory.
In fact, in every class, every sect, and every sect, there will be more or less such fools.
They are clumsy, unsophisticated, and possess nothing but kindness.
The only difference is that the vast majority of 'idiots' are not treated well.
Back then, Gu Tailang had never really cared about or treated this silly boy well in his memory.
He has never been such a gentle person, how could he be gentle to a clumsy person?
Of course, under the control of Ke Xiaoliang, that silly boy named 'Zhicheng', his weight in the memory and impression of the ancient magical power has been increased a lot. The most important thing is... he has a few relationships with the ancient magical power. Some good memories are connected.
After all, sometimes a casual and peaceful afternoon will become a rare sunshine in life in the embellishment of memory.
Human emotions can be manipulated.
It only requires a few tricks, and it's not as unattainable as you might think.
Gu Shentong was empathizing at the moment. He did not blur the concept between Yang Zhenzhen and Zhicheng, but he showed a little more kindness to such a clumsy and cute guy.
Of course it's just a very, very trivial little bit.
The ancient supernatural power is a big devil after all.
Whether it was reality or the world of martial arts, he never changed this.
So, don't expect a little touch to make him give up his true nature.
After dozens of minutes, Yang Zhenzhen finally came back holding the stones holding the stream water.
Her cheeks were swollen for some unknown reason. In this world, she was originally designed to be a fat girl, but now she has transformed into a pig head.
Two lines of nosebleeds dried up under his nose, and the bruises on his forehead and corners of his eyes looked like oil paint.
At this moment, Yang Zhenzhen can go on stage and sing without even having to put on makeup.
Carefully placing the stone in front of the ancient magical power, Yang Zhenzhen let out a long breath, and said with his tongue, which was already numb from the poison, "Hurry up and get some water, the nest is about to leave." Here you go!"
However, Gu Shentong did not really drink the water. Instead, he rolled his head, turned over, looked up at Yang Zhenzhen and said, "Let's go?"
"Did I let you go?"
"Just now I gave you a chance and you didn't run away. Now you don't have a chance!"
When Yang Zhenzhen heard this, his plump face froze, and then he knocked on his forehead with his swollen hand like a pig's trotter, looking very annoyed.
"That's right, why don't I just run away?" Yang Zhenzhen became anxious and the words from his hometown came out again.
The straightforward answer made Gu Shentong suddenly forget what he had planned to say next.
Gu Shentong sighed, and suddenly felt that perhaps his probability of getting rid of the flying knife seemed to have been reduced.
"You first go to the root of the tree and look for it. Usually this kind of poisonous dragon tree will have a yellow-headed fungus in the rotten part of the root, which is like a double umbrella. You can pick one and chew it directly, which is about the size of a fingernail. , it will detoxify." Gu Shentong said to Yang Zhenzhen.
This detoxification method was originally planned by Gu Shen Tong to take advantage of Yang Zhenzhen.
Now that he thought about it carefully, he felt that maybe it was useless at all, so he might as well detoxify her and let her straighten her tongue so that she could communicate more easily.
Yang Zhenzhen began to sweep and dig at the roots of the trees.
I quickly found the kind of mushroom Gu Shentong mentioned. I pulled it out and carefully measured the size. Then I repeatedly asked Gu Shentong to confirm the size before putting it in my mouth and chewing it.
About ten minutes later, most of the swelling on Yang Zhenzhen's body was reduced.
At least I can barely tell that this is a person.
"What sect are you from?"
"Have you ever learned martial arts?" Gu Shentong asked Yang Zhenzhen.
Don't rush to ask for it, the ancient magical power is sure. It shouldn't be difficult for a silly fat girl like Yang Zhenzhen to get a knife for her as long as we are familiar with her.
"I'm... that's not right! I have no sect and have never learned martial arts." Yang Zhenzhen shook his head and said, but the four characters "I'm lying" were written on his face.
After all, when she said this, her eyes were wandering and her hands were wringing, which really made her look guilty.
"It doesn't matter if you haven't learned it before... I have a Nine Transformations of Ice Silkworm here. After you learn it, not only will you have unparalleled magical skills, but you will also have extremely strong vitality. No one can kill you. You helped me, and I plan to teach it to You." Gu Shentong said.
Yang Zhenzhen stared at the ancient magical power, which made him feel uncomfortable, and then sighed: "I... I'd better not learn it anymore! I don't want to be alive with only one head left, and have to be helped by others to even drink water. I’d better learn some martial arts that will kill you if you’re killed!”
Gu Shentong looked at Yang Zhenzhen expressionlessly.
Then he said with a straight face: "Do you think you are funny?"
"Let me tell you, I am not like this because I practiced the Nine Transformations of Ice Silkworm."
Yang Zhenzhen said with rare tact: "You are like this and still haven't practiced... Then you are not as good as you said, and then I don't want it anymore."
Gu Shentong bit his back teeth and felt that there were more white hairs on his head.
After practicing the Nine Transformations of Ice Silkworm, it is best to have a physical body that has been revived from death once or twice. For ancient magical powers, it is the best 'body'.
Gu Shentong originally planned to wait for Yang Zhenzhen to take off the flying knife on her head, and then snatch her body, and then use it to process Yang Zhenzhen just like He Yandong.
Unexpectedly, this step of the plan encountered major setbacks at the beginning.
"You don't want to learn! I want to teach you!"
After saying that, Gu Shentong hit his head towards Yang Zhenzhen.
With a spin in mid-air, he hit the back of Yang Zhenzhen's head and hit Yang Zhenzhen's Fengfu point.
Yang Zhenzhen was completely frozen.
The ancient magical power began to recite the Ice Silkworm Nine Transformations formula beside Yang Zhenzhen.
Once, twice, three times...ten times.
After ten times, the ancient magical power asked Yang Zhenzhen proudly: "How is it? Do you remember it?"
The ancient magic power felt that no one could resist its temptation.
What's more, he recited it ten times himself. Even the most stupid person should remember it... right?
Thin snores came from his side.
Gu Shentong looked up and sure enough... Yang Zhenzhen was asleep!
Across the world, Ke Xiaoliang showed an understanding smile.
How could Xianyu, a mere ancient magical power, be easily 'defeated' even by him?
"I...I'm going to be angry!"
"I'm going to kill this fat girl who doesn't seek any improvement!" Gu Shentong's eyes were filled with anger, but the pain on his forehead made him sober again.
Not far away, there seemed to be dense footsteps.
The ancient supernatural power's eyes changed, and he opened Yang Zhenzhen's acupuncture points with a headbutt, then bit Yang Zhenzhen's collar with his mouth, and flew deep into the mountain forest quickly.
