Lying in the arms of the senior brother wantonly

After Shen Gunian arrested a few gluttonous hamsters, like little hamsters, he began to practice the skill of flying with a sword.

In fact, Yujian's flight is really quite simple, that is, to inject spiritual power into the flying sword, control and adjust the altitude and angle of flight speed, similar to the combat aircraft that Shen Gunian drove in the last days.

From the initial trembling rise, after bumping into the gable wall a few times, Shen Gu Nian was in a mess, and finally half-skilledly controlled the fortress where Yujian flew.

That is, you can't inject too much spiritual energy each time, otherwise it will be like this!

"Fuck——" Shen Gu Nian lost control again, but this time he didn't hit the wall, and threw the green onion upside down towards the lake. With a plop, he sank with a grunt.

There are fish in this lake in Zhaoxia Peak, but Shen Gunian has never thought about where the fish come from.

After falling into the lake, the cold and clear lake water permeated his clothes, Shen Gunian raised his head and allowed himself to sink slowly in the water.

The sunlight was cut off by the lake water, but still very penetrating beams shone deep into the bottom of the lake, and the light reflected from the fish scales reminded him of his life card.

Turning over in the lake, Shen Gunian held his breath and continued to dive. He was surprised to find that the lake was quite deep, and the sun became more difficult to penetrate as he dived, and it became wider and wider, even in a trance, he felt as if he had fallen into the sea.

Suddenly, Shen Gunian stopped in the water.

The star pupils were still dazzling in the lake, flashing doubtful light.

At the bottom of the lake, there are so many raised stone pillars?

Shen Gunian didn't think about it anymore, he walked among the stone pillars and water plants, and finally found his own fate card in the crevices of the stones.

Although the aura can allow Shen Gunian to hold his breath in the water for a long time, but at the bottom of the dark lake, it will always give people an uncomfortable feeling of suffocation and danger. Shen Gunian stopped waiting and started diving up.

In the dense aquatic plants, a black shadow slowly approached from behind him.

Shen Gunian didn't notice it, and when the black shadow was about to touch his toes, he had already dived up and broke out of the water.

"Huh..." The sun dispelled the cramped feeling brought by the bottom of the lake, Shen Gunian shook his wet hair, and sighed: "I took a cold shower, it's so comfortable."

After finishing speaking, he turned over and lay on his back beside the lake, put the life card into the storage bag casually, took off his shoes and socks, revealing a pair of white feet like jade that have not seen the sun all year round.

Soaking the ankles in the lake water was so cold that Shen Gunian couldn't help sighing again in comfort.

Suddenly, Shen Gunian frowned slightly, why did it seem like something was touching his feet?

"Junior brother." Jimo Qing's voice suddenly sounded from behind Shen Gu Nian.

The sound made Shen Gu Nian pull his legs out of the lake with a crash, sat up straight, and stared at Jimo Qing's smiling face with wide eyes: "Can you stop being haunted all the time?"

Jimo Qing's Danfeng eyes glanced at his bare feet, then slowly retracted his gaze, stopped at his wet hair and clothes, and said softly, "Little Junior Brother, what are you doing?"

Shen Gunian would definitely not say that he fell into the lake while practicing flying swords, and said calmly, "Swimming..."

Jimo Qing smiled and said nothing.

Shen Gunian always felt that he had seen through his little lies, so he stood up cheekily and asked, "I don't know what is the big brother coming to the humble house?"

Jimo Qing swipe to open the fan and sway, said: "Senior brother misses little junior brother, so come and take a look."

Shen Gunian squinted.

I believe in you.

"Get to the point." Shen Gunian wrung out his wet long hair with a little annoyance, as if he was about to cut off his hair with a click in a second.

Jimoqing stretched out his hand suddenly, held his strand of black hair, and smiled softly.