Suddenly hearing such a sound, the little girl's feet seemed to have roots, and she was directly on the spot.

Meng Jingzhe, the possessed consciousness, seemed to have also sensed her sadness.

"What are you doing when you are sad alone?" Meng Jingzhe said, manipulating the little girl and walked out of the hidden corner.

The "good friend" suddenly became nervous when he saw the little girl appearing.

"Do you make friends because you fall in love with my father? Do you want to be my stepmother?" Meng Jingzhe asked.

The "good friend" looked ugly, and the person who listened to her was very strange when he looked at her.

"Then I will tell you too, I just like you to be sweet-mouthed, so don't think too much."

After Meng Jingzhe said that, he left without hesitation regardless of the person's expression.

When she returned home, she saw the immortal father standing on the top of the peak with a frown, looking into the distance.

"Where have you been fooling around again? I told you that you are good at being diligent and frivolous, so how can you not be so concerned about your practice?"

Before anyone could turn his face, he had already arrived at the scolding.

The little girl's face froze and her depressed mood began to affect Meng Jingzhe.

Meng Jingzhe hesitated for a moment, and based on the principle of "not facing me, not talking to me", he ignored the Immortal Lord's father at all, and turned around and walked towards the cave.

After walking a few steps, he felt his body lightening, and his whole body was lifted up and fell directly in front of the Immortal Lord's father, and his body was forced to kneel on the ground.

"I didn't hear it when I talk to you?" The Immortal Dad asked coldly.

Meng Jingzhe looked up at him and said, "I didn't hear it."

"Then listen to it a few more times here." After saying that, the Immortal Dad turned around and left.

Meng Jingzhe was forced to kneel down. He didn't know what spell the immortal had used. Others had left, but Meng Jingzhe couldn't stand up. The previous voice was repeated in his ear like a repeater.

Meng Jingzhe did not listen, but was studying these two magics.

After all, he didn't want to keep kneeling and listen to the scolding, and he didn't feel that he was wrong.

Although this is the spell of a monk in the God Transformation Stage, he has a good eye and quickly found the twists and turns inside. It is not particularly difficult to crack the spell. The difficulty is to escape from this spell without alarming the caster.

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Meng Jingzhe studied this matter as a topic. With such an idea, he could always find a way to break the deadlock very quickly.

After half an hour of struggle, Meng Jingzhe finally became a villain and knelt there on his behalf. He climbed up from the ground, but others left the kneeling place, but the sound was still lingering in his ears, still repeating.

He spoke with the other party's scolding.

In desperation, he could only be a villain and let it listen to the repetitions instead of himself.

Meng Jingzhe stayed here for a long time and probably knew that this was a very large sect, but it seemed that the owner of this place was concealed intentionally or unintentionally, so that he never knew the name of the sect he was in.

Now he has learned four sets of sword techniques in spring, summer, autumn and winter, but the replies machine immortal master was not satisfied with it. Instead, he still had no wind and would blow three feet of waves. Whenever he encountered anything, he would jump out.

Accuse me.

Meng Jingzhe only felt that let alone a little girl, even a big man, could not bear it.

Since you can't stand it, then don't.

Meng Jingzhe no longer cared about the little girl's remaining consciousness, but instead packed up a few things and prepared to leave here.

But before he could leave the sect, he was stopped directly.

"Junior sister, where are you going?" The boy was handsome and his voice was pleasant.

Meng Jingzhe was not a little girl, so he naturally would not throbbed him, and just said, "I have something to go down the mountain to do it."

However, the young man did not feel relieved because of this, but instead solemnly asked: "What's the matter? Does Master know?"

"It is not convenient to talk about the private affairs of the girl's family." After saying that, Meng Jingzhe planned to bypass the young man.

The young man took a step forward, stopped her, still in the same way, and continued to ask, "I can't let you go if I don't explain it clearly," he said.

Meng Jingzhe frowned and said, "You have to find out so clearly about the private affairs of the girl's family?"

The young man looked a little embarrassed.

Meng Jingzhe continued, "I went down the mountain to buy rouge powder. My senior brother stopped me like this. Did I ask me to bring you one for you?"

The young man couldn't say that Meng Jingzhe was immediately on the spot.

Meng Jingzhe walked around him and walked forward a few steps, thought for a while, and asked again: "Senior brother hasn't said what type do you want yet?"

The boy was a little puzzled and asked, "What type? What are you talking about?"

"Rouge powder." Meng Jingzhe said with confidence.

The young man immediately frowned and scolded, "Doing nonsense!"

"Senior brother, why should you be shy? Since you want me to take care of me, I must ask clearly." Meng Jingzhe said.

The boy no longer paid attention to her and fled in a hurry.

Meng Jingzhe snorted lightly, and he didn't know if it was because of possessing the little girl, but he felt that he seemed to have become much more lively.

After fooling his cheap senior brother, Meng Jingzhe hummed a pleasant tone and ran towards the sect.

But fate seemed to be a joke. He had just left the sect and saw a flying rainbow passing by in the sky from afar.

Before he could hide, the flying rainbow stayed in front of him.

"Where are you going?" asked the Immortal Master of the Repost Machine with a calm face.

"The world is so big, I want to go and see it." Meng Jingzhe replied.

The immortal father looked ugly, and he swung his long sleeves, and Meng Jingzhe's eyes turned dark.

After a moment, he returned to the familiar top of the mountain.

The Immortal Dad looked at the two villains on the ground, snorted coldly, and said, "Only the cleverness, no great wisdom."

Meng Jingzhe felt this familiar suppression and couldn't help but ask, "What is great wisdom? Like you, you are in a high position, so you use these small spells to suppress your child?"

The immortal father looked ugly and said, "You can't become a weapon without being carved. You are so naughty and uncultivated. How can you grow up and inherit my mantle?"

Meng Jingzhe said, "When did I say I want to inherit your mantle?"

The Immortal Master was slightly stunned, and then scolded: "You don't know what's wrong. Go out and see. How many people kneel down and want to worship in my name but cannot, but you don't know how to cherish it!"

Meng Jingzhe frowned and said, "Then let those who know how to cherish take you as your teacher and inherit your legacy. If I am ungrateful, you should not worry about me."

The Immortal Dad became angry with his naked eyes and scolded: "I don't know what it means, you are so far worse than your sister!"

Meng Jingzhe felt that since he possessed, he seemed to have heard such words countless times. He was not a little girl, so he would not be sad when he heard such words, but the little girl still has consciousness, but it can affect his mood.

"You are talking about your sister all day long. Do you think I am an unqualified daughter?" Meng Jingzhe asked.

The Immortal Dad asked with a gloomy face, "Do you think you are good?"

Meng Jingzhe didn't know how amazing the eldest daughter in front was, but he felt that the man was really awkward, so he said, "Of course I think I'm good, I don't think you are a qualified father."

Meng Jingzhe said it with confidence. The Immortal Master was stunned for three seconds after hearing this, and then looked at him in disbelief: "Say it again."

Meng Jingzhe raised his eyebrows and said, "Since you want to hear, I will satisfy you."

While speaking, a voice heard in the ear of the Immortal Dad, saying, "You are not a qualified father."

What Meng Jingzhe used was the small spell he used before.

The Immortal Master’s father didn’t think that his little daughter was smart and learned spells quickly at the first time, but instead felt that she was offended. He waved his hand to disperse Meng Jingzhe’s small spell and said in a deep voice: “Rareless!”

After saying that, Meng Jingzhe felt that he was being lifted up again. Countless scenery passed by his eyes, and Meng Jingzhe was thrown directly into a small dark room.

"You can come out when you know you are wrong."

After leaving this sentence, the Immortal Lord's father left directly.

Meng Jingzhe looked around and saw that the place was very small, with a cramped environment and was pitch black all around, which was a standard version of a small black room.

His storage ring had long been taken away by the Immortal Lord's father, and the place was empty, so he could say nothing except his spiritual power at this time.

Meng Jingzhe casually pinched a fireball technique. The firelight briefly lit up, and the surroundings returned to darkness. Obviously, there was some special setting in this place, so even the fireball technique was not lit.

Such a result is that in addition to the formation and the ban, Meng Jingzhe did not feel that there was a real person behind this small dark room.

Since it is a formation or a restriction, it will automatically be transformed into a cracked mind in Meng Jingzhe.

He lit the fireball several times, and was extinguished quickly. In this short firelight, he had figured out the general situation with his super memory.

The driving force of the small black room does not come from the restriction, but a very special formation.

Meng Jingzhe found something to do, so he would not be scared by the dark room. He hummed an untuned song while slowly breaking the formation.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly I saw a ray of light.

The boy holding a token in his hand and carrying a lamp walked in.

"Master, I'll give you elixirs," said the young man.

Meng Jingzhe looked at the bottle of pills in his hand. This was a top-notch pill that helped him practice.

"I'm like this, and I still have to urge me to practice?" Meng Jingzhe asked.
To be continued...