God Of Slaughter

Chapter 56—Xuanwu Zhenzhen and Dragon Turtles

The left poem turned around on the third floor and felt a little boring. He stood still beside the turtle shell on the ground, and bored waiting for Shiyan to come over quickly.

Half an hour later, Shi Yan slowly went upstairs and changed to a blue gown, but it was quite handsome.

But Zuo Shi only glanced at him, then he regained his gaze and continued to stare at the turtle shell in front of him. He said, "If you get it, just come over and show it to me. I am waiting for death."

Zuo Shi has seen too many handsome young people, and the left men are all beautiful men, so Zuo Shi is almost immune to handsome men of all styles!

"Shantou, you are used to waiting for you, not letting you taste the taste of others, how do you know the hard work of others?"

Shi Yan snorted, he did not rush to the front, first turned around a few bookcases, with the memory of the deep mind, pumped a thick ancient book full of dust, and then Come to the side of the left poem.

The left poem was fascinated, but he was stunned for a while because of Shi Yan’s words, then he nodded and agreed: “What you said makes sense. I used to wait for me. I really haven’t waited for it. The taste of others is like this. However, why do those people wait for me for so long, but they don’t have a bit of temper, and they all talk to me with a smile?"

"That is because they are jealous!" Shi Yan commented politely.

"Hey!"

The left poem grinned, and Ming Hao turned around in Shiyan. He smiled and said: "You guys are really wicked, where are they?"

"I don't think you should call Zuo Shi, you should call your left heart."

"why?"

"In our place, what is missing in the child's life, the name will make up for it. For example, the name Zhao Xin, that is, the lack of gold in the life, Wang Hao, is the lack of water in the life, um, you should call the left heart..."

"You are short of heart! Bastard!"

"Isn't you stupid?" Shi Yan looked indifferent. "If you don't miss your heart, how can you not know what they are thinking? If they want to please you, then they will not dare to show their dissatisfaction in front of you." Men, before they got the same good things, they have always been very embarrassing. After getting it, um, it’s even more embarrassing!”

"Are you talking about yourself?" The left poem eyes were shining and he looked at him with a smile.

"Cough, I mean the average man is like that, but I am a special case!"

Shi Yan emphasized a word in a big way, immediately stunned and succumbed to the turtle shell placed on the ground. One hand gently flipped the thick ancient book in his hand. When he turned to a certain page, he would Pause, pointing your finger at a particular ancient text.

On the back of the shell-sized turtle shell, in addition to the cumbersome and primitive moiré, there are still eight ancient lips of the size of the lips. The eight ancient texts don't look like they are hard-painted, but they are like the natural outline of the turtle shell. It is very magical.

Eight ancient texts, arranged in two columns, each of the ancient texts are generally the size, feeling a cold feeling.

Shiyan's left hand groped on the ancient texts, his right hand continually flipped the thick ancient books in his hands, sometimes frowning and pondering, sometimes his eyes lit up, his mouth overflowing with a smile, it seemed that his heart was clear, and he concentrated on cracking the turtle shell. Text.

He has no side to heart, as if he does not know that there is a beautiful girl who is close at hand.

Zuo Shi Jiao Jiao also squatted down, the delicate face is facing him, has been paying attention to the expression changes on the face of Shi Yan.

I have to say that Shiyan, who is dedicated to doing things, has quite a man's unique charm. This kind of heart has no side-by-side attitude of doing things, so that the left poems are somewhat appreciated, and the heart nodded secretly. Dao: Although this guy’s shelf is a little bigger, his mouth is poor. Point, you can do things, still very serious.

"Brush! Brush!"

In the quiet room, only Shiyan quickly flipped the book, and the left poem quietly squatted beside him, silently observing him, and no words were disturbed.

I don't know how long it took, Shi Yan suddenly put together the ancient books in his hand, and looked awkwardly: "Come out."

"What is the meaning of these eight ancient texts?" Zuo Shi’s eyes lit up and asked with delight.

"Dragon Turtle Ling A! Xuanwu Zhenzhen!" Shi Yan shouted.

"what!"

The left poem whispered, pointing at the turtle shell, and said: "The turtle shell is lit up by your voice!"

"Ok?"

Shi Yan was shocked and hurriedly looked down. It was discovered that the fine turtle pattern on the turtle shell slowly released a faint blue luster.

I saw that the eight ancient characters seemed to be alive, and they slowly squirmed on the turtle shell and reassembled on the turtle shell.

Zuo Shi and Shi Yan both looked stunned.

Eight ancient texts, activities for a while, connected together, actually formed a palm-like groove out.

On the top of the turtle shell, there is a faint cyan ray of light, and strange waves fluctuate from the turtle shell. The air in the room seems to be attracted by the turtle shell, and it flows into the turtle shell quickly, letting the rock and the left Both poets have some difficulty breathing.

"Zuo Shi, here I look at it first, you go to the living room quickly, call your grandfather and my grandfather, fast!" Shi Yan stunned, suddenly violently shouted.

"it is good!"

Zuo Shi was also shocked by the change of the tortoise shell. She did not dare to neglect. The slender body swayed and instantly disappeared from Shiyan’s line of sight.

Shi Yan looked dignified and looked at the turtle shell for a moment.

I saw that the cyan light above the turtle shell continued to flow, and the groove of the hand above the turtle shell became more and more obvious. With the injection of air, the groove seemed to be deeply trapped.

Staring at the shell of the turtle for a while, Shiyan’s heart moved, and suddenly realized that the turtle shell appeared abnormal, it seems that he wanted to put his hand in it.

This thought came out in my heart, and Shi Yan couldn't help it anymore, trying to put one of his own hands.

However, just as he reached out with one hand, he suddenly woke up.

No, this turtle shell is a left poem. It should not be moved by me.

Thinking about it, Shi Yan stopped and took a deep breath, letting himself take a few steps away from the turtle shell and waiting quietly.

After a short time, Zuo Shi and Zuo Xu and Shi Jian rushed together, and the three immediately surrounded the turtle shell and stared at the turtle shell gaze that continued to change.

"Things are like this..." Shi Yan simply explained the situation and immediately said: "The fingerprints displayed in this turtle shell should be the method of opening. If you press your hand up, you should know the turtle shell. The secret is that since the turtle shell is brought by a small poem, I will not be more embarrassed."

"Is there any danger?" The left eye blinked, and at this time, he was somewhat unpredictable.

"I don't know." Shi Yan shook his head and hesitated a moment before he put forward his own opinion: "Because I don't know if there will be danger, so I let the little poem call you. Now that you have arrived, even if you are here, It is dangerous for the turtle shell, and it should be able to stop it in time."

"You mean, can you try?" The left eye is bright, the words "Dragon Turtles" and "Xuanwu Zhenzhen" are obviously related to secret treasures and martial arts. This turtle shell is so old enough to prove its The value is not cheap, the left is not tempted.

"Of course you can try." Shi Yan grinned and said easily: "Left Grandpa, if you are worried about something small, I can do it for you, how?"

"I come."

Zuo Shi listened to Shi Yan, saying that he did not seek the advice of Zuo Xu, but directly extended the crystal left hand, and suddenly pressed the deep groove on the turtle shell.

"boom!"

In the turtle shell, there was a dull explosion.

Five fine needles are instantly ejected from the groove and inserted into the five-finger fingertips of the left poem in the groove.

In the crystal poetry of Zuo Shi, the blood of Yin Hong immediately dripped out, like the blood of ruby. Even the solid turned around in the groove, and then it was absorbed by the shell.

The bright blue light suddenly bursts out of the tortoise shell, and the eye-catching people who dazzle the blue light can't even open their eyes.

The singular ancient symbols that were condensed by the blue light suddenly flew out, along the arm of the left poem, all the way into the mind of the left poem.