The hero always wants to destroy the world [Transmigration Book]

When Jiang Ze returned to the little hero's room, he immediately felt the active aura in the room, as if he was attracted by something, and happily poured into the little hero's body.

When the big-faced cat doll came back, he immediately walked towards Jiang Ze lightly, looked up at Jiang Ze, put his hand to his mouth, and made a "shh" gesture.

Jiang Ze glanced at the big-faced cat doll, and then at Shao Yi.Don't need the big face cat doll to remind him, he won't disturb the little hero at this time.

But at this moment, he was a little surprised, because it was only a day, and without any help, the little hero was able to feel the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and absorbed it...

This is simply not too genius!

He remembered that when he first started practicing, it took him half a month to fully comprehend the sentences in "Duotian Fortune Art", and then to further comprehend the meaning of each sentence in "Duotian Fortune Art". Only the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth can accommodate the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth in one's own body.

Jiang Ze, who I think is very good, has always felt that he is fast enough. I didn't expect that compared with the young hero, he is a scum!

After a long time, the aura around the young male lead slowly calmed down, and the young male lead slowly opened his eyes, looking at Jiang Ze.

Jiang Ze looked at the young hero and smiled, and said, "It's only a short day, and you can draw spiritual energy into your body, which is really amazing."

Shao Yi glanced at Jiang Ze lightly, then opened his arms to hug the big-faced cat doll that was rushing towards him, touched the head of the big-faced cat doll, and then gave a soft "En".

After all, it was an experience once, so the second time is naturally much easier. As long as you find the trick, everything will come naturally.If he can't even do this, then he will be the Lord of the Immortal Palace in vain, but this young body is still not as good as the body that has gone through thousands of tempers before.

Jiang Ze, who didn't expect the little hero to respond, couldn't help but smile a little deeper, and walked over slowly, knowing that the little hero would not like it, but he still raised his hand and touched the little hero's head.

This time the little hero didn't open Jiang Ze's hand, but silently stared at Jiang Ze who was touching his head, a full sense of oppression was revealed from his body.

However, Jiang Ze didn't feel the same at all, he still patted the little hero's head in his own way, with a warm smile on his face.

The big-faced cat doll looked at Jiang Ze, then at the little hero, and finally wiped his face with his short hand. The two people with completely different painting styles made it unbearable to look at.

Its admiration for Jiang Ze is like a surging river. Is he really not afraid of being stabbed a third time by the little hero?

So, now is such a scene, the big-faced cat doll wipes his face, the little hero is stroking the big-faced cat doll's head expressionlessly, and Jiang Ze is stroking the little hero's head with a gentle expression...

After a while, Jiang Ze withdrew his hand full of satisfaction, then put his hand into his sleeve, took out Yise Xue Lingzhi and gave it to him, saying: "You can take it first when you practice next time. It's good for you."

The little hero holds Yishixue Ganoderma lucidum in his hand, and those dead eyes seem to sink even more.

Afterwards, the little hero took out another stone from his sleeve and held it in his hand, "And this."

When the big-faced cat doll saw the stone in Jiang Ze's hand, he couldn't help wondering, "Isn't this the Sansheng stone? What are you doing with it?"

In fact, the so-called Sansheng Stone is just a stone with memory. It exists in every corner of the world, everywhere, but it was ignored because of its ordinary and inconspicuous appearance, but it was recorded inadvertently. All kinds of things in the world, a person's past and present lives may be recorded by it, so it is called the Sansheng Stone.

It can be said that the Sansheng Stone is also one of the spiritual objects in the world, but because it is too inconspicuous, has no spiritual power fluctuations, and is useless, so the monks in this world don't pay much attention to it, so no one is willing to spend time on it. Looking for such a fake or ordinary stone among the thousands of real and ordinary stones, only some young Taoist companions respect the name of the object and search for it everywhere.

Jiang Ze smiled and replied, "Because I want to record something with it."

"what?"

Jiang Ze didn't go back, he put his hand on the Sansheng Stone, and poured his spiritual power into it, and then saw the ordinary stone in Jiang Ze's hand flashing brilliant light instantly, the radiance was really beautiful.

Afterwards, the color of the Sansheng Stone darkened, and a picture appeared above the Sansheng Stone, which was the scene of Jiang Ze standing on the snow peak.

"It's very rare for Yishixue Ganoderma to mature, so I think this scene is very precious, so I recorded it." Jiang Ze said with a smile.

The big-faced cat doll looked at the picture displayed on the Sansheng Stone, and felt that although the picture was beautiful, it was not particularly unusual, after all, it had seen it too much before.

The little male protagonist has been watching the ever-changing scenes on the Sansheng Stone, and the strange scene reflected in his eyes as if it made his pupils have colors.

Indeed, although this scene was beautiful to him and the big-faced cat doll, it was not unusual, but Jiang Ze didn't know it!

The exquisite angle that perfectly presents the beautiful scenery shows the photographer's intentions, and what kind of thoughts and mood Jiang Ze had in recording such a scene can be seen.

The little hero slowly shifted his gaze to Jiang Ze, without making a sound.

Jiang Ze, who was also looking at the picture of Yise Xue Lingzhi matured on the Sansheng Stone, felt the gaze cast by the young hero, turned his head and smiled at the young hero, "How is it? Do you still like it?"

The little hero lowered his head slightly, still silent.

Jiang Ze smiled, then turned his head to look at the Sansheng Stone...

At this moment, a light voice came into Jiang Ze's ears, "En..."

After receiving the answer, Jiang Ze turned his head and looked at the young hero again, his eyes widened in surprise, but the corner of his mouth involuntarily raised the next moment, his whole face looked extraordinarily bright.

The little hero looked at Jiang Ze's appearance, turned his head away, and never looked at Jiang Ze again.

The big-faced cat doll in the arms of the little hero couldn't hide his shock, because it actually saw that the roots of the little hero's ears turned red!

This is simply a fantasy, isn't it!

Is this the same person it knows? !

It felt that it was frightened, its head was a little dizzy, and it had to slowly...

At this moment, Jiang Ze, who was full of satisfaction in his heart, only felt that his life had been sublimated again, so he missed the place where the little hero should not pinch at this moment.

Suddenly, a rush of hurried and chaotic footsteps sounded outside the courtyard wall, from far to near, and then stopped outside their courtyard gate.

The little hero looked at Jiang Ze and said, "Get out of here."

As soon as the little hero finished speaking, he heard the sound of the courtyard door being kicked open, and then a burst of chaotic footsteps poured into their courtyard.

Jiang Ze glanced outside the door, nodded to the little hero, then put away the Sansheng Stone, picked up the big-faced cat doll calmly, and flew to the beam.

Just as Jiang Ze sat on the beam and restrained his breath, the door of this room was kicked open again.

A dozen guards with scimitars swarmed in, pointing their sharp blades at the little male protagonist who was still sitting on the bed. Their expressions were all cold, and there was no trace of kindness because they were facing a child.

Jiang Ze couldn't help frowning, looked at the person standing in the middle of them, and narrowed his eyes.

Among them was an old Taoist in Taoist robes and holding a compass in his hand.The old man looked at the pointer on the compass, but the pointer on the compass turned randomly, not knowing where it was pointing.

The little male protagonist lowered his head, making it difficult for people to see his expression at the moment.

The old Taoist slowly raised his eyes, revealing a pair of slightly cloudy eyes due to his age, looking at the young hero, with a kind smile on his face: "You are the rumored Seventh Prince, right?"

The little male protagonist still didn't move, as if he didn't hear it.

Seeing this, the eunuch standing next to the old Taoist immediately scolded: "Bold! Do you know who is standing in front of you? He is a national teacher who is under one person and above ten thousand! He is highly regarded by His Majesty. His Majesty once I issued a decree, seeing the national teacher is like seeing your majesty! Do you want to live because you disrespect the national teacher so much?"

After the eunuch finished speaking, the old man raised his hand, as if to stop the eunuch from speaking, "Don't talk like that, it will frighten him. After all, he is also a prince. It's not good for you to talk to the prince like this."

Too much listening to the old bandit's words, he stepped back obediently, "Yes yes yes..."

Jiang Ze, observing all this from the beam of the house: "..."

The old man looked at the young hero again, still with a kind face on his face, "Has the Seventh Prince lived here all this time?"

The little male lead with his head down nodded.

"Then is there something wrong with you these two days?"

The little hero shook his head.

"That's it..." The old Taoist pondered for a moment, then looked at the young hero again, his expression was still kind, but he said resolutely: "I suspect that you are hiding some evil things here, so I have to let the guards guard you. Search this place."

The little hero didn't move.

The guards didn't care about the little hero's opinion, they immediately dispersed after receiving the old Taoist's order, and started searching in this temple...

The old man stood on the spot, looking at the constantly turning pointer of the compass in his hand, frowning tightly, as if he was deep in thought.

After a while, the guards came back with what they thought was suspicious and put the things on the table. The old man walked over and pointed the compass to those things one by one, but the pointer on the compass was still spinning randomly.

The old Taoist frowned even tighter, "No, there must be something here!"