Substitute?

The little crow is unknown: "Ancestor, since you suddenly disappeared, the spiritual energy in this world has become thinner and thinner, just like a big hole leaking from the sky."

"We are so miserable. We were forced to retreat to a deserted place in the deserted world."

"Now this place where humans are prospering and prospering, it is simply difficult to reach the sky if you want to smell the soul-stirring spiritual energy, so many of the kung fu have been useless."

You don’t see the old woman who picked up scatters on the roadside and browsed Douyin. She used to be the Palm Phoenix tribe.

You don’t see the two trees in the backyard of Xuanyuan’s house, which are the osmanthus trees in the Moon Palace.

You don't see the old turtle in the aquarium, who used to help you with the collapsed horizon.

Even the silly girl from the East China Sea, Xiao Jingwei, used to flap his wings and hold stones all day long, but now he is so weak that he won't take it once every ten days and half a month.

Alas, let alone let them do it. Without spiritual energy, they may be killed by killing one enemy and losing 30,000 to themselves.

If there are substitutes for spiritual energy in the world, why do they have this?

"Ancestor, if you are thirsty, let's find that boy to smell it. Anyway, he is a mortal, and his spiritual power has no effect on him, which is a waste of natural resources. What about filial piety to you is a blessing he has cultivated for eight lifetimes. Can he dare to resist for his junior?" The little turtle encouraged Xi Zuer.

Ancestor, if you are greedy for him, you can get on!

Seniority is not a problem at all.

Xiao Jinjin absolutely supports it.

Who knows.

Xi Zuer shook her head seriously: "It's not appropriate."

Little Crow: "Ah?"

The ancestors were still too serious, too upright, and too focused on senior etiquette.

How could I expect the next second.

Xi Zuer said sadly: "He can't live for too long. His 25th birthday is the day of his death. If that's not the case, suck him on the head of the bed every day, it's so fragrant."

She had to find a replacement.

You can't rely too much on boys and children.

The little crow trembled his wings on the spot and almost fainted: Ancestor, can you be simpler, more crude and less reserved?

Hang, hanging the head of the bed?

suck???

The picture is so beautiful that the crow dared not think about it!

Xi Zuer had already stepped into the library and took a deep breath and walked towards the top floor.

Top floor classic Chinese and foreign book warehouse.

Because it's too boring, no readers can borrow it.

At this moment, dusty books were placed all over the floor.

Xi Zuer is eliminating one by one -

"What kind of barbaric font is this? It has no spiritual energy, so I threw it away."

Xi Zuer complained that he threw away one book, while the little crow worked diligently to pick up one book and put it back: "Ancestor, this is Western English. It's so difficult for you to take the English paper in the afternoon."

Xi Zuer threw another book: "What a messy book? It's more boring than the script of Queen Mother's opera. Some people believe this kind of rumor and make up random things?"

The little crow's eyelids twitched: "Ancestor, this is "The Investiture of the Gods", but it's so popular. Popular female stars are rushing to play Daji's vixen! Uh...it's mainly because they don't have the beauty of Nuwa, so they can only play vixen. Yes, that's definitely the case!"

Xi Zuer didn't care and threw another book: "What kind of limerick is this? It doesn't have any music. What kind of spiritual energy can it have!"

The little crow's face turned red: "Ancestor, don't look at it, that's... Cough cough cough Fusang Kingdom's action love film text version, Yakuyakuya, Destroy, Butterfly..."

It turns out that the substitute found by our ancestors was books.

But after searching through most of the libraries, there are very few books with aura.

"Ancestor, what kind of books are considered spiritual?"

The little crow flew around busyly, wanting to find Xi Zuer as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, there was no reply for a while.

When he turned around, the little crow was shocked: "Ancestor, what's wrong with you? You can't sleep to death and abandon the little golden gold of Kuo's love... "

Xi Zuer had long eyelashes and leaned against the bookshelf. She looked a little difficult to breathe, and her face was so pale that her blood vessels were almost visible.

I haven’t found any books with aura, but there are too many bad books, which polluted the air.

Just as the little crow was jumping up and down, and he was anxious.

A steady and powerful leather boots knocked on the ground and rang out from the stairs.

Next second.
Chapter completed!