Chapter 47 (1/2)

Thank you for falling in love with me for the rest of your life. You also have an expression you can't name, brother die. At the dinner table, ye Zhiqiu and Tang Sanxiao danced together to deceive each other before exposing the incident. Reluctantly let Ye's father and mother believe in the occupation of soul master. It's really profitable.

Speaking of it, ye Zhiqiu has never registered with the Wu Hun hall, and has not received a single copper soul coin. After all, his soul ring is too special to enter the sight of Wu Hun hall for the time being.

The gold soul coins left by Ye Zhiqiu are filial to the students of all grades in the college. But this kind of thing obviously can't tell his parents, he doesn't want to experience the mixed doubles from his parents again.

At the dinner table, a group of people happily finished their dinner. After dinner, Xiaowu followed Tang San to his home to sleep.

There's no way. Ye Zhiqiu's bed is not enough. Tang Hao left, but the three Tang families just have one.

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after the night, everything is quiet, and even the insects can't be heard. The winter in Douluo is relatively cold for ordinary people.

Lying on his bed, ye Zhiqiu, who seemed to be asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, walked out of the door with his hands and feet, and ran to the outside of the village.

Facing the familiar stone outside the shenghun village, ye Zhiqiu stopped.

There is no one to take care of outside the village. There are dense blue silver grass everywhere. These blue silver grass will emit light spots in the night. In the daytime, these small light spots are not obvious, but in the dark night, they can be easily seen. At this time, they are floating half a foot above the BLUESILVER grass, unconsciously floating with the breeze, like countless fireflies Playing in general, the dark here expelled a lot of, around the scene some fantasy.

”Beauty is pretty beautiful, but it's boring to enjoy alone...” Ye Zhiqiu shook his head and sighed, then he opened his own soul of writing wheel eyes.

If you want to cast soul skill, you must first open your own soul. Even if ye Zhiqiu's soul skill is derived from Ninja, it can't violate the rules of this heaven and earth.

”The second soul skill, multiple shadow separation body ～” outside the open shenghun village, a soft drink spread out.

Then there were a series of ”bang” and ”bang” sounds. After a while, the originally uninhabited wilderness was suddenly filled with dense figures. At first glance, there were at least five or six hundred people.

This place suddenly became a little noisy. Fortunately, there was a short distance from shenghun village, otherwise the whole village would have to wake up.

Most of them are standing in the same place quietly, looking at Ye Zhiqiu's primordial in silence and waiting for instructions. These are the more calm and thinking sub bodies. They know that they must have something to command when they are summoned by the Lord.

The other part of the shadow body is not as conscious as they are. They are whispering to each other and killing each other. Some even want to sneak away and run to play...

Ye Zhiqiu's face is black, and the separation is less. It's OK that ye Zhiqiu has a lot of separation. He can't scold himself. Isn't it?

”Be quiet and stand still.” Ye Zhiqiu cheered.

The atmosphere of the whole scene was a little noisy, and suddenly it was quiet. Those who were talking with each other seemed to have their mouths sewn up, and some kind of rule bound them. A sub body who wanted to run away was also fixed in place and kept a running posture with one leg raised. His face had some egg pain.