The male ticket is the lighthouse jellyfish [Live]

The old man sent a dynamic picture of spanking, 【Wait for me to come back and clean you up! 】

He must be busy there, and the reply time is getting slower and slower, obviously he met a good baby.

Du Feng calmly packed his things. With the old man's temper, he would not be able to come back for a while, and then he would forget about it, and then he would talk about his own achievements. The old man would definitely not let it go, so he easily forgave him.

It has become a routine, and Du Feng is already familiar with it.

What he was more curious about was what kind of treasure the old grandpa met, and he didn't even care about chatting.

If only I knew where the old man was, I would run over and hit him, just like last time, with my butt on my face.

Du Feng was bored by himself, sitting on the edge of the bed and resting. There were so many treasures that he couldn't find his way. He also went from being excited at the beginning to slowly getting used to it.

The rights given to him by the grandfather are still there, equal to half of Xiaotiandi's master, he can use mana to clean things up, if mana is not enough, Xiaotiandi will automatically help him.

Moreover, Du Feng found that his magic power in Xiaotiandi was ten times that outside, probably because Xiaotiandi recognized him as the master.

Du Feng waved his hand, and countless umbrellas flew up, including dancing umbrellas, cloth umbrellas, and quite a few paper umbrellas. They were quickly closed and packed into boxes.

Two boxes are just enough.

"They will feel uncomfortable if the space is too small." The grandfather said suddenly, behind Du Feng's back, he was startled.

"Why are you back?" Du Feng was taken aback.

"It's already night over there, and the second seal is more laborious than the first one, so I need to breathe slowly." The old man held a paper umbrella with plum blossoms painted on it.

Jin Yuanzi flew out of his palm, and sniffed his sleeve with a disgusted expression, "It smells so strong."

Grandpa: "..."

The golden embroidered bird on the old man's black brocade robe flew down and turned into a sun bird. Obviously, it was more natural for the sun bird to return to Xiaotiandi. His expression relaxed a lot, and he returned to the sky in a flash, and Jin Yuanzi also left.

"Disgusted."

The old man shook his sleeves, and strings of crystal bubbles fell out. Various creatures were trapped inside, most of them were spirit veins, flying anxiously inside.

In addition to the spirit veins, there are also some unknown creatures. There are many types, hundreds of them.

It's cool to be able to send living things. How many spiritual things come in this time, Saint Xiaotiandi is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, they can pick and choose as they please.

The old man snapped his fingers, and all the crystal bubbles burst, and the creatures inside turned into meteors and flew away.

Occasionally, I can see a little shadow, which looks different, some are like deer, some are like dogs, some are like bears and cats, and some of them are like dinosaurs.

The old man went to wash his hands under the eaves. His porcelain white hands were like jade, magnified under the water light, fair and beautiful.

"Catch dozens of high-grade spiritual veins, and that's all for the first floor. Go to the second floor tomorrow to have a look."

This small world is far richer than he imagined. There are dozens of high-grade spirit veins that don’t cost money, and this is the first floor. There are nine floors in total. Each floor has guardian monsters, and each floor is more powerful than the next. , indicating that the things inside are more cherished.

In fact, it is true. After all, it was tens of thousands of years ago. At that time, the aura was overwhelming, and there were treasures everywhere. Mountains and water were raised, and countless spiritual things could be fished out of any river, which is incomparable to now.

Moreover, one hundred top-grade spiritual veins is equivalent to one top-grade spiritual vein. There are several top-grade spiritual veins in Saint Xiaotiandi, at least several thousand top-grade spiritual veins.

It's a pity that the old man was not born in that era. If he was born a few hundred thousand years earlier, maybe Xiaotiandi would have more treasures than the saint Xiaotiandi. After all, the old man is uniquely blessed with dozens of clones practicing together, with many hands and powerful force , in that era when everyone robbed treasures, no one could rob him.

People grab with two hands, but he grabs with countless hands. The most proud thing is that he can't even count how many hands he has, after all, there are dozens of clones.

Du Feng took a step back silently, with a guilty expression on his face, fearing that the old man would count on him, so he slipped away with oil on the soles of his feet, "I'll get you a towel."

The old man flicked the water droplets, like bullets, whoosh, Du Feng couldn't dodge, and was nailed to the door in no time.

"I was very proud just now." (⌒v⌒)

"I was wrong." Du Fengren couldn't get out of the wall, and immediately admitted his mistake.

A hero is a hero who can bend and stretch.

"Oh, what's wrong?" (⌒v⌒)

The old man smiled sinisterly.

"I shouldn't have touched your coffee table." Du Feng rolled his eyes, admitting mistakes as quickly as turning the pages of a book.

"So cute." (⌒v⌒)

The old man came over, carried him off the wall, and carried him on his shoulders, "It's more practical to toss and toss."

"No!" Du Feng struggled violently, "I've already admitted my mistake, why is Mao still coming for the truth?"

The old man patted his ass, "Who told you to be dishonest? You said you knew your mistake, but you didn't know if you burned it in your heart. Let me tell you, how many sets of tea tables do I have? If you break a layer of skin, I will give you a hundred hits."

Du Feng yelled wronged, "It has nothing to do with me, I didn't touch your coffee table, I just hid it in the garden."

It happened that there was no table, so I put it under the flowerpot as a stepping stone.

"Okay, you are quite courageous." In Xiaotiandi, Du Feng knew what the old man was thinking, "Hey, a hundred strokes is still too little, at least a thousand strokes!"

The old man pinched him, and Du Feng screamed in pain, kicked his arms and legs, and was thrown on the bed by the old man.

Because of the thick quilt on the bed, half of his body sank in. Before he had time to get up, the old man had already pushed him over.

He has always been very honest. He said that he would do a thousand times if he said that he would do a thousand times. He asked Du Feng to count.

The main reason is that the old man was too weird, he had a serious and serious expression when he was hehehe, Du Feng laughed several times, and then started all over again, and it was dawn all of a sudden.

In fact, the old man is quite nice, he is very serious when he is hehe, he never speaks of love, nor is he flirtatious.

Such a high night and so on is also full of drama.

Afterwards, Du Feng was completely useless, his whole body was weak, his waist was sore and his back hurt, and he lay lazily on the bed, unable to move.

The old man got up and wiped his body, from the neck to the feet, not sparing a single part.

"You know how to be honest?" The old man nodded his head.

"Understood." Du Feng faced down, speaking in a muffled voice, as if he had been beaten.

The old man packed him up, put on his pajamas and pajamas, came up again, held Du Feng in his arms, and read a book.

The book is a book of formations, probably because the second layer of seal is too powerful and urgently needs additional experience.

Du Feng lay in his arms honestly, not being honest, he would be beaten if he moved around.

The old man is very tired, and he likes to hug him after hey every time, because Du Feng has a smooth body and smooth skin.

After applying the medicine on the place where the medicine should be applied, it felt cold all of a sudden, and it was hot and sore all of a sudden, which was very uncomfortable.

The old man hugged him up, and stretched his free hand into the quilt to prop up the quilt so as not to touch Du Feng and cause him pain.

Probably because it was really a bit ruthless, Du Feng's spirit was completely sucked dry, the whole animal withered, and fell asleep not long after.

After waking up, the old man still held him in one motion, without moving, like a pillow. Du Feng was a little moved, and got up to kiss the old man.

He opened his mouth, and the saliva swished down like he couldn't control it, dripping on the grandfather's face.

Grandpa: "..."

"What do you want to do again?" The old man wiped his face, put down his book, and looked helpless.

"I want to reward you." Du Feng was a little bit sorry, but he let it go without knowing what happened.

The old man pressed down his head and kissed, "Okay, let's go play."

Du Feng: "..."

It's still evening, if you can get up, you really want to have fun, but Du Feng can't get up, he almost stays on the bed.

Because he hugged the old man yesterday, the old man didn't have time to cook all night, so he mobilized a clone to cook some porridge, and brought it to Du Feng to drink.

After drinking, Du Feng lay on the bed and played with his mobile phone. After wandering around, he went to Youyao Forum.

There are a lot of people who miss him in the post, and they also ask if the host has hiccupped, or quit the circle, covered it hundreds of times, in short, all kinds of inquiries.

Du Feng came out to make a fuss.

Counting money under the corner: 【Good evening everyone. (^v^)】

Because I haven't been out for a long time and there are no people, Du Feng is also calm and turns off his mobile phone to watch Xiaotiandi.

The bronze mirror that the old man gave him worked, and with a slight flicker, he could see the current situation of the spirit vein.

The little spirit veins seem to have the habit of recognizing the boss. In the small world of the saint, and here too, they found that there was a top-quality spirit vein in the little world of the grandfather, and they squeezed them all.

The old man's super spiritual pulse is sleeping, like a giant beast, like a white tiger, full of energy and majestic.

The little spirit veins looked left and right, wanting to go there but not daring to go there, after all, it was a new guardian, afraid that he would not accept it.

I don't know how long it took, a bold spirit turned into a little white tiger, approached the big white tiger cautiously, found that the big white tiger didn't respond, and happily squeezed into his arms.

With his success story, another spirit vein turned into a little white tiger, and squeezed past it, another one, and another, dozens of little spirit veins turned into big and small white tigers and squeezed into the large space. In the arms of the white tiger.

The big white tiger is big enough to take care of them all.

A drop of water fell from the rock and hit the big white tiger on the nose. The big white tiger yawned and woke up to find a bunch of babies in its arms.

Big White Tiger: "..."

(⊙_⊙), what happened?