Dedicate One’s Mind

In the Sun’s Courtyard at the northwest corner of Linbing City, there is an antique house with many ornaments such as beads, jade, and emerald stones. On the walls are hanging ink paintings painted by masters of the Crescent Moon Kingdom. .

Inside the house, there is a big bed made of iron birch trees, carved with dragons and phoenixes, exquisitely exquisite. The iron birch trees are as cold as iron and have the effect of calming the mind and calmness. It is very rare, and I want to carve such exquisite pictures. Wen, I don’t know how much woodwork it takes.

On the bed, there was a young man of twenty-eight, more than six feet long, with a faint blue beard growing under his jaw, his face was as white as jade, and his eyebrows were light, and many women were not so pale.

This boy is Sun Zhiyan, the future Patriarch of the Sun family, but whether he can become Patriarch now has become unknown. Once the Patriarch dies, not to mention the position of Patriarch, even his life will not be guaranteed.

Of course, the real Sun Zhiyan has committed suicide, and now it is Wu Yi's demonic body that occupies this body.

Wu Yi woke up a long time ago, because this Sun Zhiyan was originally the host of his magical seeds, and Wu Yi knew Sun Zhiyan too much.

But Wu Yi is not much different from Duoshe now. He has to spend some time familiarizing himself with this body. After discovering the soul fragments in the sea of ​​consciousness, Wu Yi took it with him, even Sun Zhiyan, who had not been fully refined in the sea of ​​consciousness for a century. The fragments were also refined, so it took more time.

As a result, Sun Zhiyan's cultivation was upgraded to a half-step golden core, and there were signs of fusion of spirit, energy and spirit.

As the young master of the Sun family, Sun Zhiyan has a lofty status. He is naturally surrounded by maid costumes. After knowing that Sun Zhiyan had committed suicide, Sun Zhiyan also selected a few more women to protect Sun Zhiyan, a total of twelve.

The maids stand on two sides, all with armpits hanging down, ribbons, long skirts dragging the ground, in terms of appearance and beauty, even if they are not the best, they are also first-class. They are not only beautiful people, but also good in cultivation. Zhiyan has a cultivation base.

In the past, Sun Zhiyan’s cultivation base was piled up by the old Patriarch’s resources, and he could only bully the younger generation. In this world where strength is respected, these maids looked submissive, but in fact they really didn’t. Sun Zhiyan, the nominal young master, put his eyes on it.

When Wu Yi was familiar with this body, he could hear the whispers of a few people around him, and they all talked about Sun Zhiyan's uselessness, waste, why he was rescued, and his speech became more and more presumptuous, and he laughed.

In fact, after learning about Sun Zhiyan's life, Wu Yi felt the same way. A good hand is not without ambition and layout, but it is still a scum.

However, after all, Wu Yi will personally control this body in the future.

Wu Yi let out a faint groan, and all the maids who were talking and laughing were silent and chilling. After a few breaths, a maid came to the edge of the bed and watched Wu Yi's situation.

The fragrant wind blew his face and the nephrite jade was warm and fragrant. Wu Yi opened his eyes, and a sharp light shot out from the eye sockets, which almost penetrated the deep thoughts of the maid's heart, leaving an irresistible mark.

"Ah—" The maid exclaimed. She had never seen such a terrifying gaze before, and she couldn't help falling to the ground. Her whole body was cold sweat coming out like spring water, her face was pale, and all the maids looked over.

Wu Yi straightened up unhurriedly, wearing only a single shirt on his body, looking very thin, but this more and more set off his stern look, as if a tiger has grown up, he has the style of a proud mountain forest.

The young master has become different. This is the mind of all the maids present, thinking of their own words before, one after another kneeling down, thinking of their possible future end, can't help but tremble.

Wu Yi's spiritual consciousness is strong, and it is not difficult to find that several of them have different looks. They are the spies that Sun Zhiyan's aunts planted next to Sun Zhiyan. They are half-hearted and contemptuous towards Wu Yi.

The five aggregates and six thieves were soaked in, the thoughts of a few people were on the paper, and Wu Yi's eyes became colder and colder.

Wu Yi glanced over all the maids present, like an eagle, and no one dared to look up at Wu Yi. Wu Yi said indifferently: "What you said before—"

All the maids could hear their hearts beating wildly, as if they were about to explode, Wu Yi added another heavy hammer, "I heard them all." Clear sky thunderbolt is nothing more than that, and several directly said fiercely. The maid slumped directly to the ground.

Things are going to be rebelled, Wu Yi's pressure is tight, and there are always people who come out to resist, especially against this waste wood that is not in their eyes.

The maid with a face like a full moon stood up and screamed: "We are telling the truth. The old patriarch has painstakingly refined soul coins for you. She has made little progress, and she has broken her own vitality~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I am even more timid and weak, and short-sightedness has become a joke of my Sun family. How good are you, you are qualified to be the young master of our Sun family."

A string of accusations, like a cannonball, if it were the original Sun Zhiyan, he would be speechless at this time, and since then, his majesty was lost, and it became a joke among the jokes.

However, this is Wu Yi, a heart demon, with thousands of seeds of magic thoughts, countless hosts, all over the country of New Moon, even if it does not impose the talents of the five aggregates and six thieves, the majesty is like a abyss.

Hearing the accusations, Wu Yi did not see happiness or anger, but his aura had reached the point of half a golden core, which was the true strength of his current body.

Wu Yi didn't use the power of the body of his own demon, otherwise the majestic spiritual sense swept away, and these people in front of him would still have their lives. Wu Yi didn't want to expose the power of his heart and body so early, that would disrupt the arrangement.

Wu Yi's image in front of a few people also grew taller. He looked at the guilty maid and said coldly: "Do you really think I failed?"

"You--" The maid who had plucked up the courage to oppose Wu Yi did not think of this level of change. Wu Yi glared at her and took two steps back in fright, but then realized that she had no way to go back.

She gave a soft drink, flipped her palm, and a one-foot-sized hydrangea appeared. It grew up in the wind and slammed it towards Wu Yi. The wind roared and the force was heavy.

The three spirits and spirits are originally one. After refining the centuries-old soul fragment, the body is rich in blood and has one hundred thousand jins of strength. Although it is not as good as Wu Yi before, it will not be the same as before. Compare.

Wu Yi raised his hands together, and the hydrangea was pushed aside to the other side, and the maid had already abandoned the magic weapon, broke the door, and fled, hoping to find the real master and seek shelter.

Wu Yi said quietly: "Can you escape?"

Dedicate one's mind

Dedicate one's mind