Chapter 377 Purple Electric

"You are a stupid swallowed fire crystal, hundreds of times more than me. This is no matter what you secretly swallowed my countless blood crystals. Han Feng was heartbroken, a fool, and his sad and depressed mood rolled over, "If you... If you can't become a good bird, then... bian......"

Han Feng was stuck for a moment and said for a long time, "Just spit it out after eating me."

He was angry in this compartment, but he didn't feel the gap in the white egg, which was slowly getting bigger. Finally, with a thorn, the sound of the eggshell cracking made Han Feng wake up from anger and meat pain. He couldn't help opening his eyes...

The cracks in the white eggshell are slowly getting bigger and bigger, and the broken lines are like irregular serrations...

The fine lines, in the thorny sound, are getting louder and louder. Finally, when the last strange sound comes, it seems to be torn apart. The upper part of the eggshell was suddenly bounced away by something...

A duck-like thing came out, but it was several times bigger than the duckling. His body was fat, his small feet were yellow, his mouth was flat, and his body was thinly fluffy... It looks like Donald Duck on another plane after countless years.

With no lightning and thunder as expected, Han Feng was extremely disappointed. He said in his heart, "Sure enough... Stupid bird..."

Because Han Feng's cultivation was limited, he did not feel it. At this time, thousands of miles of world, countless or more unfathomable monsters suddenly glanced at Han Feng's direction. There is an unconcealed fear in his eyes. Between heaven and earth, the divine consciousness of Warcraft is the most **. They feel the place where Han Feng is, and the breath that makes them extremely afraid...

The little stupid bird, shaking his fat body, walked to Han Feng and tilted his head to looked at him. Han Feng also stared at the little guy. Strangely, he found a layer of fluffy purple fluff in the abdomen of the little guy... One person and one bird have been watching for a long time. Looking at his appearance, Han Feng suddenly had a desire to reach out and touch him. When he just stretched out his hand, the little guy suddenly pecked his little mouth to his palm without Appreciation...

The little guy looked stupid, but the speed of his mouth was extremely fast. Before Han Feng was caught off guard, he felt a pain in his fingers. He quickly withdrew his hand and found that a lightning-like rune had been printed on his arm. It looks exquisite. He is surprised when he suddenly feels something different in his mind...

"Master."

Who is calling me? Han Feng was a little strange. He turned his head and couldn't see any shadow. The childish and crisp voice is still coming. Where am I? Can't you see it? Han Feng was suddenly shocked and looked down. The stupid little guy's eyes were staring at him like two black beans.

"Are you calling me?"

"Yes, master. That's what I'm calling you."

Han Feng was shocked and said to himself, "Is this the recognition of the Lord? When did I recognize you, the little guy? He thought of the legend that some immortals could have their own mythical beasts, or raise some mythical beasts for their own use. Although those legendary mythical beasts have high and low levels, or dragons, phoenixes, lions or tigers, each of them is very cool and can become a great help for the master to fight or cultivate immortals. I once fantasized about owning a great mythical beast. But I didn't expect that the first so-called mythical beast I adopted was such an ugly-looking stupid bird, and his ideal was disillusioned...

"When did I adopt you?" Han Feng is a little stubborn. The adoption of the mythical beast requires the permission of the owner. Otherwise, the contract will not be established.

The little guy looked at Han Feng's eyes and said, "Just now." Han Feng looked down at the electric rune that slowly turned purple in his hand, and couldn't laugh or cry in his heart. There is also a forced confession of the Lord in this world. But he was also a little shocked. Unexpectedly, this little guy could forcibly change his consciousness, control his consciousness, and complete the signing of the contract silently. Without any warm-up, in a dramatic situation, his fate and the little guy were intertwined. The future is uncertain, who knows...

At this moment, the little guy suddenly looked out, and a purple eye wave flowed from the corners of his eyes. It looks a little majestic. Suddenly, there was a bang outside the house, and it was the sound of something breaking...

Han Feng walked out in a few steps, but saw Qingyun standing there with a frightened face. On the ground is a broken fruit plate. In the hazy moonlight, she looked very delicate. Han Feng walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qingyun's body trembled in the night wind and suddenly threw his body into Han Feng's arms. His voice was weak and weak. "I don't know why, my body suddenly couldn't move. I feel like I'm going to die..." Han Feng patted her shoulder, which was shaking because of fear, and comforted her in a low voice.

At this time, she suddenly screamed, "What is that?"

Han Feng followed her eyes, and the fat little guy was swaggering out of the room.

"Well, this is the 'divine beast' I just received," Han Feng said, and then asked with some surprise, "Are you afraid of it?" He didn't feel any terrible breath from this little guy.

"I don't know, the breath of fear just now is just one point away. I can't feel where it comes from..." Qingyun's soul said undeterminedly.

"Okay, it's okay." Han Feng comforted her, "Let's take a look at the 'divine beast' I just received. I haven't named it yet. Please give me a name."

The little thing pulled over with his fat body and tilted his head to looked at the light clouds in Han Feng's arms.

"What a cute little guy." Qingyun shouted. Girls are born to like small animals. Although Qingyun was a princess thousands of years ago, she was no exception. She was attracted by the little guy's stupid and hairy appearance. He got up from Han Feng's arms and reached out to touch the little guy.

The little guy shook his head and his flat mouth pecked at Qingyun's hand. Qingyun withdrew his hand in horror.

"It didn't let me touch it." Qingyun said anxly and didn't dare to reach out her hand anymore. Somehow, she was a little uneasy about this little guy.

"Okay, this is my friend." Han Feng said, "Don't hurt her."

The little guy no longer rejected Qingyun and reluctantly let Qingyun touch it.

"It's so slippery!"

"Give me a name."

Okay, Qingyun tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "How about calling Xiao Pang? It looks very cute."

Han Feng thought for a moment and said, "It's not right. This name has been occupied by a little guy." He remembered the little guy known as the beast who enjoyed delicious food all day in the Xumi bag, and vetoed it for fear of causing the rebound of the little fat...

"I have a good name." Han Feng looked at the little guy maliciously and a name popped out, "Look at this fat look, how about calling it a stupid bird?" Before Qingyun spoke, he squeaked and screamed. The fat little guy shouted and looked at it. He was really angry.

"Squeak." The little guy actually pecked at Han Feng's arm. This time, Han Feng was ready and hurried to avoid it.

"It's really stingy. If you don't want to, you don't want to. And peck at your master." Han Feng said angrily.

"Okay, don't tease it." Qingyun said, and she suddenly saw the purple lightning-like symbol on Han Feng's arm and asked strangely, "Is this what it pecked?"

Han Feng nodded.

After pondering for a moment, Qingyun suddenly smiled and said, "This mark is like a purple lightning. How about calling it purple electricity?"

Squeaky, the little guy suddenly screamed, with joy in his voice. Han Feng said angrily, "You can hear it... All right, purple electricity, purple electricity."

With a shout, the little guy suddenly rushed into the arms of the light cloud. Han Feng said angrily, "It's another guy who has milk and is a mother." The light cloud gave Han Feng a white eye, and his face became red for no reason and looked very delicate. At this moment, the little guy's hostility to Qingyun disappeared. It snuggled in her arms. Qingyun stroked the furry little guy in his arms and smiled, "Zidian, Zidian... That's so cute!"

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Doofang City.

The unknown ancestral hall.

Red brick and green tiles, dozens of mu in scale. The ordinary people in the Xuanhuang Dynasty are full of traffic, and they are like running water. They are looking for children, seeking wealth, and officials... People came to worship and send rich tributes.

The buildings and platforms are hidden in the curling clouds. White lotus platform, red candle fire, fine lines and fragrance. An enchanting woman is worshipped on the lotus platform. His body is plump, with a strange smile on his face. It's more like an indescribable monster.

The Buddha statue is earthly carved and wood-shaped, but it is lifelike, receiving the worship of three animals, incense, etc. by ordinary people. There is a continuous crowd under the stage...

In the deep veil of the palace, a woman in white gauze was sitting with her eyes closed. The silky thoughts in the space are instilled into her body...

These thoughts are the pious worship hearts of ordinary people. Although they are weak, they are also considerable in number...

At this time, the space outside the window suddenly trembled, and the white veil woman suddenly opened her eyes. Between the eyebrows, it is exactly the same as the statue of the woman worshipped in the hall.

The fingers of the woman in white formed a cyan handprint in the air, and a few lines of small words appeared in the consciousness: infinitely dead, the murderer's name is Han Feng, and now Wuyun City. Take revenge for your brother. The woman's face suddenly tightened and her eyebrows frowned. This is the unique family note of the Nangong family. The voice just now was transmitted by her father, Nangong Xuan.

The woman's eyebrows are strange, and her eyes are daunting. He got up gently and stretched a lazy waist in the air. His waist shook rhythmically, and the white veil on his body fluttered like the wind. The woman's face suddenly smiled, but the smile made people feel like an unspeakable cold wind.

"Han Feng, Han Feng..."

The woman muttered to herself, I, Nangong Meier, came to you...

Three days later, a sedan chair carried by 18 people walked into Wuyun City...