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Chapter 649: Night Talk

It was getting dark.

A campfire lit up in the valley, and three pheasants were roasted.

"You wouldn't get some good game?" Tong Yan was not interested in pheasants, raised his hand over and over again, trying to feel the spiritual power between heaven and earth, and disappointed again and again.

"I think the roasted earth dragon is good, why don't you get a leg? I will also enjoy the mouthful." Qin Ming tore a golden and shiny chicken leg, bite a chicken leg, bite a fruit, crispy and sunny in the mouth. , Stimulates the taste buds, is simply delicious. He seemed to have completely forgotten the conversation in the afternoon and got along easily.

"How did you come to the Forbidden Island? You didn't seem to understand it at the time." Tong Xin was holding a spirit fruit, watching Qin Ming by the bonfire.

"Shooted."

Tong Yan added a sentence: "Sister, did you see it. He was chased and killed, he must not be a good person, or he did not make any ugly thing that hurts the human nature and violates human relations."

Qin Ming looked at him with a smile, "Are you jealous of me?"

"Me? Jealous of you? Send you two words, haha!"

"Calm down without jealousy, don't always think about ugly me. Also, I don't have any disagreement with your sister, you can put your heart in your stomach. I already have a family."

Tong Yan and Tong Xin are all a little surprised, there is a family?

"My lover is beautiful, I love her very much." Qin Ming patted his heart, and pointed at Tongyan: "Hear?"

"That's it." Tong Yan felt much better. Seeing others pursuing Tong Xin, he was in a state of anger. Whoever wants to marry his sister must first defeat him, and must be better than him in all aspects, so as to be worthy. other people? not qualified!

Tong Xin was used to Tong Yan's attitude, and asked Qin Ming: "Can I take the liberty to ask your martial arts?"

"Thousands of beasts thunder!" Qin Ming casually froze.

"Thousands of beasts? Holy martial arts?"

"I once ventured into a trench in the deep sea while avoiding hunting by giant whales. I found an ancient stone temple there, and I do n’t know how many years. I found this set of martial arts and found There is a thunder ball. "Qin Ming composes the story, eats chicken, bites the spirit fruit, and speaks casually.

"God doesn't treat you thinly," Tong Yan murmured.

"You've been alone?"

"I like adventure and freedom."

Tong Yan followed the sentence: "Don't you be afraid to die someday, I didn't collect your body?"

"It's a miracle you can live to this day."

"I warn you, don't think that my sister invited you to my house, you can be arrogant with me."

"I also warn you, my bare feet are not afraid of you wearing shoes, anxious eyes, I will kill you if you can't kill me, and before you kill me, I will let you skin."

"Oh! The hardest enough."

"Smile, I'm even harder!"

Tong Xin chuckled and shook his head. The two were quite good. No one in the clan dared to deal with Tong Yan in this way.

"When you get to my house, I don't think you dare to be so stingy." Tong Yan smiled suddenly. What kind of scare would you be when you knew my identity? I'm looking forward to it, sir.

"You are born naturally and have nothing to do with me." Qin Ming suddenly frowned, and drank, "Someone is coming!"

"Where?" Tong Yan suddenly stood up.

Qin Ming snorted: "Look at your panic, are you a man?"

"You ... do you dare to play with me?" Tong Yan became furious.

"Not obvious?"

Tong Xin smiled and pulled Tong Yan: "Don't make a fool, sit down and rest."

"I'm bullshit? Am I bullshit?"

"Okay, let's eat yours. Father Lu, let me take the liberty to ask a question."

"Just call me Lu Yao, I'm not a son."

"Your age." Tong Xin wanted to evaluate Lu Yao's talent. The age corresponding to the realm can best show the strength of a person's talent.

"Twenty-eight."

"Twenty-eight?" Tong Yan raised his eyebrows. Twenty-eight-year-old Diwu Liutian? Or physical martial arts? "You thirty-eight!"

Qin Mingzheng said to him, "Do you think that everyone in the world should be worse than you? This is a disease, and you should cure it early."

"Are you really twenty-eight? Forgive me, just ..." Tong Xin was a little skeptical and looked really young, but the twenty-eight-year-old Diwu Liuzhongtian was too rare to be placed between the sea clan They are all geniuses, but Lu Yao is just a casual repair.

"I don't remember. Maybe it's twenty-eight or thirty. I have no idea of ​​time and I've been outside for years."

Tong Xin nodded slowly, and could barely accept it at the age of thirty. Such talents, combined with the full training of the Ziyan tribe, will certainly be extraordinary in the future.

Qin Ming threw a firewood into the campfire: "What are you going to do next?"

"Looking for Qin Ming, you have nothing to say, right?" Tong Yan reluctantly picked up the roasted pheasant. Without his spiritual power, his body was easily hungry.

"Your IQ is flawed? Who said just now that you can't feel Qin's life."

"Any eyes, no legs?"

Qin Ming reminded Tong Xin: "Don't let your brother go out alone, it's easy to be killed."

Tong Xin chuckled, sweet and soft, and the flare of the flames highlighted the beauty of her facial contours. The beauty is picturesque, even so.

Tong Yan was suddenly excited: "I can feel spiritual power! Haha! Cool! Sister, help me guard, I want to retreat."

"Take the elixir to recuperate the body, and then replenish it with spirit fruit." Tong Xin reminded him.

Tong Yan ran deep into the valley, not forgetting to remind Tong Xin: "Sister, if he doesn't have good intentions, immediately remind me, I'll take care of myself."

Qin Ming stood up: "I'm watching outside."

"Ignore him, it's dangerous outside."

Qin Ming glanced into the dark shadow, Tong Yan was pointing at him with his finger. "Forget it, your superb brother is reminding me with his eyes."

"Count your acquaintances." Tong Yan looked at Qin Ming after leaving, and then retreated in peace.

Qin Ming walked out of the valley and sat in the cluttered branches of an old tree, with a faint golden light under his eyes, glanced at the dark mountain forest, and watched out for the spirit demon who was active at night.

"Tong Xuan ... Tong Xuan ..."

Qin Ming muttered silently, fingertips stroking the fingers unconsciously, and there was a string of chain beads lying quietly.

He cannot be related to Zhao Yan and Zhao Xin's family, how can he leave something on him?

One possibility is that the group of people rescued by Wansui Mountain had the Zhao family among them, and he unknowingly marked him, just like Lu Tianxiang did. Another possibility is the nine-color curse that Tong Xuan left him.

He preferred to believe it was the first possibility, but the eye-catching 'Purple Wings' kept turning his conjecture to the second possibility.

Is it caught? Is it killing?

Depending on the situation?

Tong Xin's answer is still circling in his mind.

Who arranged them here?

Are they following the Nine-Colored Curse?

Qin Ming leaned between the branches, staring down at the dim night sky, thinking, choosing, and planning.