Fantasy: Inherited in the same vein, the master fights with domineering power

What's the situation? !

How can the emotional system be turned on?

Xu Anshan was shocked.

Isn't Tongzi his main system? Without Tongzi's permission, the emotional system can communicate through the microphone?

This rich uncle sound...

He must be a very vicissitudes of life.

"Hey Hey hey!"

"Xu boy, you are very talented, aren't you? Speak!"

The voice of the emotional system came to my ears.

"You really treat me like a mute. You can bully me as much as you want. Don't hide behind the light curtain. If you don't accept it, let's touch the microphone!"

Xu Anshan laughed dumbly on the wicker chair.

Urgent~!

This old man is in a hurry.

It's not that he was too impatient after opening the mic, the main thing is...

【Ding--】

[Acquire 77777 emotional system emotional points]

……

The scrolling ones pop out.

In the time he was talking, a dozen words jumped out. You can imagine how anxious he was.

"Don't worry~"

Xu Anshan whispered in his heart with a smile.

"No shame, why are you in such a hurry? Brother Emotion, you have a strong system, can you have some structure? Look at you... you are still on the mic now. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if you tell me?"

"Whoever is in a hurry, whoever is in a hurry!!!" the emotional system shouted.

"Yes Yes Yes..."

Xu Anshan agreed in his heart, looking at the emotional values ​​rolling in front of him.

"If you keep talking tough for a while, I can get out of you with a prehistoric artifact. Brother Emotion, how can I be anxious? You are a master of temperature control, how can you be controlled by a small character like me? That is... Brother Emotion, you Why are you blushing, are you Guan Gong?"

"I can go..."

Before the emotional system could finish his sentence, Xu Anshan suddenly heard a loud noise in his ears.

Don't think about it.

It was definitely Tongzi who took action.

No matter what the emotional strength is, he just has the goods in hand. If the force is worth it, it has to be our Tongzi.

Suddenly...

Xu Anshan, who was sitting on a wicker chair and smiling, heard the crisp sound of a wind chime inexplicably. The moment he heard the sound of the wind chime, he froze almost subconsciously.

This voice is so familiar.

It was like a sound imprinted deep in his soul.

"What was that sound just now? Whose wind chime was it?"

Xu Anshan asked in a deep voice on the wicker chair, almost as soon as his words fell...

【Ding--】

[The voice call has been cut off]

cut? !

Looking at the system reminder in front of him, Xu Anshan frowned.

"Tongzi, is that you?"

【what? ! 】

"Is the wind chime sounding you or someone else? I heard a wind chime sound just now and it gave me a very familiar feeling. Are there other systems next to you?"

[What wind chime? Did you hear it wrong~]

"Turn on the mic!"

【No~】

[I will do it if you ask me to do it. Why should I listen to you? He is so moody that he opens the mic without permission. I have to take care of him, otherwise he will cause chaos in this group~]

[Brother, get busy, I’m moisturizing~]

"Tongzi!!!"

No matter how Xu Anshan shouted, Tong Zina didn't respond at all.

Sitting on the wicker chair, Xu Anshan frowned.

It's just the sound of wind chimes.

However, Tongzi said that he heard wrongly.

Could it be that...

Did he really hear it wrong?

impossible!

He was definitely not hallucinating.

But Tongzi probably wouldn't lie to him...

What's the matter?

Xu Anshan frowned and remained silent. He was not only curious about the wind chime, but also where that inexplicable sense of familiarity came from. He even imagined a picture in his mind...

There is a mountain pavilion and a stove, and outside the pavilion are the snow-capped mountains.

The horizon is endless.

He was wearing a mink fur coat and holding a cup of fragrant tea in his hands. Sitting on the railing of the pavilion not far from him, a vague figure seemed to be smiling or dancing in front of him...

The wind chime hung on the man's waist, crisp and sweet.

"I boil~!"

"Why am I so crazy?"

On the wicker chair, Xu Anshan suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself.

Just this slap...

The entire monks on Wushi Peak were stunned.

"Senior Brother!!"

Fan Jian's old face was so frightened that his flesh couldn't stop trembling. He held Xu Anshan's wrist with his big hand and glared at him.

"What are you doing? Why is this?"

what's the situation? !

Just now, he felt that something was wrong with Xu Anshan. He sat on the wicker chair and laughed, frowned, and pondered for a while, until he just raised his hand and gave himself a big-eared melon seed.

How big of a deal is this?

"Junior brother, if it's a serious matter, tell me, don't hit yourself." Fan Jian's eyes were full of solemnity, "No matter how serious the matter is, if my brother is willing to risk his life, we will do it. You... You, you, you...if Master Uncle Mei finds out, she still has to remove my legs!"

Looking at Fan Jian's frightened eyes, Xu Anshan couldn't help laughing.

"It's okay..."

Immediately, he saw Liu Qianshuang, Liu Yiyi, Kun Zi, Jiang Baihui, Xue Mingyue, including Sister Zhong and Po Mo standing beside him, all looking at him in shock.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

"Ah, why do you look at me like this? I'm really fine~"

Xu Anshan laughed, looked at the people around him, and rubbed his somewhat red cheeks.

"It's just that I haven't been beaten for a long time, so my face is a bit scratchy."

???

What does this say?

Human words?

what?

Living a life that is too nourishing has advanced to the point of self-mutilation?

Fan Jian frowned and whispered.

"You...face scratch?"

"Yes!" Xu Anshan nodded with a smile, and suddenly Fan Jian raised his hand and patted Xu Anshan's face, "Brother, help you relax. To be honest, I have wanted to hit you for a long time!"

"???"

Xu Anshan, who was photographed, stared.

In fact, Fan Jian didn't use any force this time. Xu Anshan almost didn't feel anything when he moved so lightly. What really made a question mark pop up in his head was what he said next?

"Old Fan Jian, you...you have reached your birthday!"

As he spoke, Xu Anshan took out the jade slip from the Najie. Seeing this, Fan Jian fiercely held Xu Anshan's wrist with both hands.

"Brother..."

"Hey, hey, let me knock, senior brother...Senior Brother Xu, adoptive father...what are you doing? We have something to say. When you take the jade slip, you don't want to sway someone, do you? We are a sect Comrades!!!”

"Don't bother me, why don't you give me a try?"

"You said it yourself, you have a scratchy face, so I wonder if I can help you relax when I have nothing to do. How can you still shake people?"

After joining the sect for so long, Xu Anshan heard Fan Jian speak so neatly for the first time.

I’m so anxious~!

You can tell from the profuse sweating on his face that he is really anxious.

"you..."

Xu Anshan raised his head and moved his lips towards Fan Jian. Unexpectedly, Fan Jian suddenly backhanded him and made a big arm fight towards the Ghost Emperor.

"Look how angry you are for my junior brother, you are so pretty!"

The kneeling Ghost Emperor was stunned.

what? !

No... He was just kneeling here, not even daring to take a breath. It was a big arm fight, and he was stunned by the slap.

What's wrong with him? !

Does the matter in front of him have anything to do with him?

"I'm knocking, you dare to stare at me, you are really looking for death!" Fan Jian grabbed the Ghost Emperor's collar, stared angrily and scolded, "Look at how I will deal with you, if you dare to anger my junior brother... you are dead !”

As he said that, Fan Jian smiled and looked sideways.

"Junior Brother~"

"Leave this guy to me, I will never let him live a good life!"

Swish!

Pulling the Ghost Emperor's collar, Fan Jian disappeared from Wushi Peak. The Ghost Emperor who was being dragged was still confused.

what's wrong with him?

Who stared, no...

Why are you monks from the Wanjian Sect... Hey, I... I'm so unlucky! ! !

Little did they know, at this moment, he was holding the Ghost Emperor's Fan Jian and silently took out the jade slip from his arms. His eyes were filled with solemn and solemn words while a spiritual voice was heard inside the jade slip...

"My dear ancestors, I just gave Junior Brother Xu a slap in the face as a joke. May I ask... can I still live? Which ancestor can handle this?"

The spiritual voice came out, but no one responded for a long time.

Fan Jian frowned and sent another message...

"Are there?"

The moment his message was sent out...

The message was dismissed.

There is no place for him in this main peak group!