Every Day the Protagonist Wants to Capture Me Chapter 11: Starlight overflows

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Wait a while, Chu Yu is a little lacking again.

After all, the three-month transmission of spiritual power is still very fundamental. He is prone to sleepiness, and his body is forcing him to rest.

After closing your eyes, your wrist is suddenly held by a warm hand. Chu Yu immediately awakened, and then subconsciously hit him, turned his head and saw that it was Chu Sheng.

"Brother, why is it so bad in your body?" Chu Sheng frowned, his face was a bit ugly, and he was furious, "Who is it?"

Do it yourself ...

Chu Yu will not tell the truth, of course, "I was in a hurry during the cultivation, something went wrong."

Chu Sheng said he wanted to withdraw his hand, but clenched his hand calmly. The next moment, a warm spirit slowly poured into the body of Chu fish, filling the dried up veins.

Chu Yu was shocked: "Brother!"

Spiritual powers of different attributes transport each other, especially spiritual powers such as water and fire, which are extremely troublesome.

The party who transports must relax the protection of the spirit veins on his side, soothe the spiritual power, and then transport it into the body of the other party. If the opponent has any vicious heart jams, take the opportunity to bounce back his own spiritual power, and take advantage of the emptiness, then the transporting party is likely to stagnate the spiritual power immediately. It is a trivial matter to go into the magic and lose all the veins. It died on the spot.

However, for a spiritualist, the exhaustion of the veins is almost the same as the explosion of the body.

Chu Sheng's ability to trust Chuyu in this way really shocked Chuyu.

He will choose to convey spiritual power when Xie Tiao sleeps, and he is afraid that Xie Tiao, who was full of resentment at that time, will rebound the spiritual power.

Xie Yi looked at her side and saw Chu Sheng holding Chu Yu's wrist tightly, her face changed slightly, staring at the place where the two skins met, her eyes were a little bit angry.

Chu Yu has treated him best since the change. Since he was a child, he was displaced by his parents because of his sudden disappearance. He was easily picked up by Lu Qingan and abused for another three years. Chu Yu should be alone.

But the thought of Chu Yu's current condition is because of himself, Xie Yi's face is difficult to look, slowly lowered her head, and her lips were silent.

When Chu Yu saw Xie Ye's face hesitant, he curiously reached out his other hand and poked at his small face: "Master, what's wrong? Suddenly, I'm not happy."

Xie Yi's head is lowered.

= □ = What's the general look of this out of favor dog?

Don't be upset about the protagonist!

Chu Yu was frightened, and he racked his brains to think of a trick to coax the child: "Brother, would you like to buy something? I will tell my brother what he likes, and he will buy it for you."

Chu Yu is rich anyway.

Yes, very rich.

The storage ring on his hand is the best, and the capacity is huge. It is estimated that you can plug something into the far dust peak.

The ring is filled with mountain-like spirit stones, both top-quality and top-quality; the amulets are dozens and dozens of blank paintings; the top- and middle-class fairies are also put together. There are a lot of small bottles beside it, all of them are elixir; there is also a bookshelf full of books, just flipping around and seeing the five elements.

Other miscellaneous gadgets will not be mentioned. These are enough to make Chuyu cool down.

Chu Yu feels that he is a proper Gao Fushuai, rich! Big! gas! Crude!

Whether he is the protagonist or not!

Even if he doesn't hold the protagonist's thigh, as long as he doesn't die, he can live a moist life.

Of course, the thigh still has to be held, after all, who knows if there will be any changes in the future.

Mr. Xiaozheng bit her lip, hesitated, nodded, and stared at Chu Yu with foggy eyes: "I will return it to my brother later."

Chu Yu smiled and refused.

It is not good to send too much spiritual power at one time. Although Chu Sheng can't wait to transfer all the spiritual power of his body to Chuyu, but at a critical point, he still closes his hands.

He frowned and sighed, Junlang's brows were a little sad, a very sad look: "Brother, I was very opposed to leaving the Maple Valley alone ... Come back, my brother will not travel, go home Stay with you. "

Chu Yu almost sprayed: "... Brother, I'm no longer a kid. In the future, you want to inherit the position of homeowner. Travel is a must, and you cannot give up so lightly."

Chu Sheng waved in disgust: "What kind of homeowner, if you want to be a brother, give it to the brother."

Chu Yu felt that he couldn't let the situation continue to break down: "I'll pay more attention later, brother, if you say that again, I will ignore you."

Speaking quietly, shaking goosebumps.

When the little girl was angry, she said, "Ignore you," what is the sense of sight.

My brother was shocked at once: "No, my brother don't ignore me, my brother is just confused!"

After a moment of pause, Chu Shengning's eyebrows began to instruct Chu Yu in a low voice. "Cultivation must not be anxious, everything must be allowed to follow its own course, you must not force yourself, or you will go into magic after the fire ..." Barabara Bara.

Zhu Sheng said, "The Fu family next to us is called Fu Lanxue. Because of impatience and anger, he went into a demon, hacked his close relative, and the tragedy of the cliff jump ended. It is really terrible, younger brother. As a counter-example short story, when Chu Yu and Xie Yan listened with great interest, the auction began.

Several monks in the front seat were also listening to the story seriously. Seeing the opening, they quickly turned back and "huo" at Chu: "This Taoist, when finished, continue to tell the story."

Thinking for a while and appreciating, "Taoyou is very storytelling, wonderful, wonderful."

Chu Sheng is aggrieved.

He wasn't talking about it, but he was afraid that the younger brother would get into the devil. He cited the scriptures with good intentions. He also gave several counter-examples to the cultivation family. I didn't expect all the nearby people to listen as small stories ...

A middle-aged man walked up to the auction table, holding a hammer in his hand, looking around, smiling, and said, "Welcome all friends to join the show, and don't hesitate to start shooting."

At the end of the show, the first baby in the opening show.

Chu Yu looked up.

A Chinese top coat.

Here are countless things in his storage ring. The robe he is wearing is a sword of high quality. The ordinary sword cannot be pierced. The high quality sword also needs some toss to break.

The Chu fish guarding Jinshan drew his gaze boringly, and bowed his head to tease the cute protagonist.

"Sister, do you like brother?"

Xie Yan's eyes were bright, staring up at Chu Yu, as if staring at the whole world, only one of his eyes could be accommodated: "Like."

"Will I protect my brother in the future?"

Mr. Xiao Zheng's fist: "Yes!"

"What if my brother is bullied?"

Mr. Xiao Zheng's face flickered with suffocation, and before she answered, Chu Sheng said quietly: "Brother, why don't you ask me ... Brother likes you and will protect you. Whoever bullies you will bully back ... "

Several monks in the front seat turned around and shouted.

Chu Sheng's face was a little depressed when he was booed twice.

Chu Yu smiled dullly, her eyes were bent, she smiled extremely well. Xie Yan looked at Chu Yu's smiley face, retracted his gaze, and silently answered the question just now.

Who dares to bully brother and kill.

Everything was just normal before the shoot, and some people struggled to blush. When Xingyan Cao came up, Chu Yu's spirit was refreshed, and he stared intently at the grass displayed on the stage.

Xing Yan Cao ... It really is root grass.

It is a green grass that bends in the wind ...

Chu Yu recalls the “starlight overflowing and burning like fire” described in ancient books, his face turned black, and he turned to look at Chu: “Big brother ...”

Chu Sheng's face was a little bit resentful at first, and Wen Sheng's spirit was refreshed. Wen Sheng explained: "Xing Yan Cao is like this usually. Only when there are monsters approaching, will the stars overflow and scorch like fire. Wonders. "

As soon as he explained it, the middle-aged auctioneer on the stage introduced it: "This is a 50-year-old Xing Yancao, coming from Lingxu. Everyone should know the role of Xing Yancao. I wo n’t explain much below. "

He just finished talking, and sure enough someone immediately raised the question in Chuyu's heart.

The middle-aged man said nothing and ordered a monkey to be pulled from behind. As soon as the monkey saw Xingyan grass, he immediately rushed on it, and his hair fluffed loose, as if very excited, and even his eyes became bright red.

The middle-aged man is holding the drowsy monster with one hand, saying: "Look at you, friends."

The grass that looks so ordinary has suddenly changed color, from an inconspicuous green to a star-like faint blue in an instant, a little bit of starlight overflows, it is really starlight overflowing.

The middle-aged person relaxed a little, and the monkey took another step closer. The faint blue grass suddenly emitted a layer of gorgeous red, as if smeared around, but without any sense of disharmony.

Xi ’s surprise screams came out, middle-aged people saw the effect was achieved, smiled proudly, ordered people to drag this monkey that had already run away, and turned and laughed: "You all saw it. Now starting to auction Xingyancao, the starting price is one thousand top-grade spirit stones. The price increase must not be less than twenty top-grade spirit stones. "

It's weird silence.

Xingyancao is magical, but if you study it in depth, you can't improve it, and you can't forge a fairy. It's useless. Moreover, the 50-year-old Xing Yan Cao can only attract low-level monsters, as if chicken ribs.

A thousand inferior spirits for such a chicken rib, unless there is something wrong with the brain.

The middle-aged man cursed in the heart, and was about to announce a stream shot. He had a bad sign in his brain: "A piece of Chinese spirit."

A medium-grade spirit stone can be counted as a thousand low-grade spirit stones, even more.

Big head!

The middle-aged man was overjoyed, and asked three times quickly, confirming that it was correct and finalizing.

Chu Yu was relieved.

Fortunately, everything went well. Although the wealth is not afraid of bidding, Chu Yu really does not like the feeling of competition.

The purpose of this trip has already been achieved. You only need to pay for the Lingshi and take the star grass after a while. Chu Yu leaned on the seat relaxedly and squeezed Xie Yi's face: ? "

Xie Xie shook her head.

Sit back for a while, and the one with the old-fashioned dwarf, only slightly sculpted in the shape of a plum blossom, came into play. Although the shape is not exquisite, but the blue light flows, the entire mule seems to be flowing with starlight, shining and very beautiful.

"This is a Chinese-style fairy tale named Xinghui. It can calm down and clear the mind. It is very useful for Daoyou who is too impatient in cultivation. The starting price is one hundred pieces of medium-quality spirit stone. Must be no less than ten Chinese spirit stones. "

Chu Yu glanced rarely.

I didn't expect such a good thing. There are not many fairy wares on the head, especially the middle-class ones. Even if the Chu Yucai is thick, the rings are also substandard, and the number is very small. The white jade crown on his head is just a fairyware.

After thinking about it, Chu Yu didn't dare to speak.

He remembered. This **** named Xinghui is not the sentiment token sent by the little loli and the protagonist's wife (one) in the distance?

It also helped the protagonist to wake up due to a dark injury, fire into the magic, and fall into a fantasy.

The protagonist's equipment is untouchable.

Chu Yu immediately pressed Chu Sheng who wanted to participate in the auction, feeling in her heart: Brother, although the treasure is good, as a cannon fodder, we have to regret our lives ...

His thoughts just came out. The next moment, two young and crisp voices sounded at the same time:

"A hundred Chinese spirit stones!"

"A hundred Chinese spirit stones!"