life lock repair god

A full moon slowly climbed to the middle of the sky, spreading a cool glow, covering Ling Yunfeng with a layer of pure tulle.

Zheng Linping was lying on the stone bed, looking up at the small brass lock with his head up.

At first glance, the small copper lock looks like an exquisite ornament, half-moon shape, with a small hole in each of the two arc corners, a red silk tassel connects the two small holes in series, and there are four rice grains in the belly of the small lock average size crystals.

This small brass lock is another "Zheng Lin"'s personal belongings. It has been neglected. It played a role in the competition, but it did not completely resist Dongfang Liushuang's icy soul, but was ruined spiritually. Completely reduced to useless things.

After looking at it for a while, Zheng Lin didn't see what was extraordinary about the small copper lock, so he hung it around his neck and fell asleep slowly.

At midnight, the door of Zheng Lin's room was pushed open without a sound, and Zheng Lin, who was extremely tired, was still falling asleep.

The visitor was dressed in a black dress, and the black silk covered his face. He walked softly to Zheng Lin's bed with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Zheng Lin, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head, and then fell into a complete coma.

The man in black held Zheng Lin's wrist with a faint light, exerting a little force. Zheng Lin, who was already unconscious, woke up from the pain. Just as he opened his eyes, he was patted unconscious again, but he could see clearly. The fierce look in the pair of eyes.

In the early morning, the rays of the morning sun cast on the window sills like the moonlight last night, illuminating the entire stone house.

"Junior Brother Zheng, Junior Brother Zheng..."

Zheng Lin, whose head was drowsy, heard someone calling in his dream, and struggled to open his eyes. Before he could see everything around him, he felt that the world was hanging upside down, and there seemed to be a grass stalk in his throat.

Stretching his body upright, Zheng Lin spat out a mouthful of blood arrows. After feeling a bit more comfortable, blood gushed out from his abdomen again. After vomiting several mouthfuls of black and purple blood clots, Zheng Lin collapsed on the bed again.

Ever since Zheng Lin spewed out the first mouthful of blood, the girl seemed at a loss, holding Zheng Lin's arm with her slender hands, and shouted: "Junior Brother Zheng, what's wrong with you? Junior Brother Zheng, are you okay..."

"Senior Sister Fuyu, do you want to shake me to death?" Zheng Lin was always dizzy and dizzy, and he felt his blood surging when the girl kept shaking him, so he reminded bitterly.

This girl is Xiao Fuyu's daughter, Xiao Fuyu. She is eccentric and doesn't like to practice. Even though Xiao Lu carefully cultivated her, she still can't become a talent. Now, she is [-] years old, she has practiced for ten years, but her cultivation is only six level, only one level higher than Zheng Lin.

Among Xiao Lu's disciples, Xiao Fuyu had the best relationship with Zheng Lin, mainly because Zheng Lin was very dull and honest before, and the mischievous Xiao Fuyu liked to tease Zheng Lin the most.

In the past ten years of spring and autumn, Xiao Fuyu has had the most contact with Zheng Lin, but Zheng Lin has always suffered.

"Junior Brother Zheng, you must not be in trouble."

Xiao Fuyu pretended to be cute and pitiful. If it was before, Zheng Lin would immediately know that this little girl was going to play tricks again, but now Zheng Lin is very unfamiliar with this girl, and has no understanding of her temperament at all. .

"Is this little girl having an affair with that kid?" Zheng Lin looked at Xiao Fuyu in front of him, thinking in his heart.

Xiao Fuyu is as delicate and beautiful as a flower, with a bun and exposed temples, her brows and eyes are full of spring, her skin is as soft and smooth as jade, and her small cherry mouth is not spotty but red, delicate and charming, and the two strands of hair on her cheeks are gently blown by the wind. Add a bit of seductive style, and the flexible eyes are turning wisely, a bit mischievous, a bit mischievous, wearing a light green dress, with a waist that is not enough to hold, so beautiful, so beautiful, so unearthly. !

"Junior brother Zheng, you, you, your eyes are so weird." Xiao Fuyu said to Zheng Lin, who had weird eyes.

For so many years, that Zheng Lin had been annoyed by Senior Sister Fuyu, but he dared not speak out. In the end, he completely compromised, but he never stared at Xiao Fuyu so boldly.

The Zheng Lin at this time is no longer the Zheng Lin of the past. However, as a gangster in his previous life, Zheng Lin has seen many beauties, and those beauties with a strong vulgar atmosphere, and the beautiful woman in front of him. Xiao Fuyu's Xiao Fuyu can be said to be like a cloud of mud.

Fearing that his words would reveal the weirdness, Zheng Lin didn't say much, but said: "I'm fine."

Even when he was attacked by the man in black last night, Zheng Lin didn't dare to say more, for fear of causing accidents.

Xiao Fuyu glanced at Zheng Lin, but found a mass of bruises on Zheng Lin's wrist. He picked it up to have a look, and then a warm current leaked from her slender hand and penetrated into the veins of Zheng Lin's arm.

That strange warm current quickly traveled through Zheng Lin's body, and wherever it passed, it was as comfortable as a spring breeze.

"This should be the legendary power movement." Zheng Lin thought to himself, feeling the warmth like a clear spring.

When Xiao Fuyu withdrew her slender hand, she said nervously, "Junior Brother Zheng, why are your tendons..."

Zheng Lin suddenly remembered the stern look of the man in black last night, and couldn't help but tremble, and asked eagerly, "Senior Sister Fuyu, what's wrong with my veins?"

Xiao Fuyu held Zheng Lin's wrist again, and the warm current also reappeared in Zheng Lin's body. After a while, Xiao Fuyu said with a complicated expression: "Yesterday, there was no problem with your tendons, why did they all rupture overnight? Woolen cloth?"

Hearing this, Zheng Lin felt as if struck by lightning, and secretly scolded the man in black for vicious methods. He had just traveled through time, and it was fine if he didn't have miraculous skills, beauties and treasures. Now, how to practice in the future.

In the fight with Dongfang Liushuang, Zheng Lin's hard-working skills for more than ten years were turned into nothingness, but his tendons were still intact, but his inner abdomen and head suffered a little damage, which would not affect his continued cultivation.

However, now that even his veins are broken, and his aptitude is mediocre, if there is no great fortune, the ethereal immortal way would have no chance for him.

Zheng Lin struggled to sit up straight, but Naihe was weak and weak, as soon as he moved, he felt a heart-piercing pain all over his body, and his arms bent immediately after straightening up.

"Don't be in a hurry, I'll go and tell Dad." Saying that, Xiao Fuyu quickly stepped out of the stone house.

When she arrived at the door, she murmured to herself: "This guy really doesn't live up to expectations. We have to find a way to cure him, otherwise we won't be able to play in the future. I don't know if Daddy still has Peiyuan Pill?"