"Crack!!"

Fan Ming clapped his hands on his cheeks, and then he woke up a little.

Xiao Shuiyi's transformation skills are so powerful. Even if she is scanned with spiritual consciousness, the inside of her body seems to be the same as an ordinary person, which shows that her transformation is not just superficial.

Even when imitating other people's looks, she can even imitate their breath to the point where it looks real.

After Fan Ming got up and touched himself, he found that his whole body felt wet just now, but now it was too dry.

Fan Ming thought to himself, as expected, this guy can control every drop of water on her body. This little detail is enough to show that her control over water is extraordinary.

Fan Ming took a look at Xiao Shuiyi, who was staring at him curiously, and then said:

"Go and sit over there first!"

There is a low small table in Fan Ming's bedroom. There are no stools around the table, but there are a few futons.

Hearing this, Xiao Shuiyi walked to the small table very obediently, but she looked at the futon on the ground, and then turned to look at Fan Ming.

The meaning is obvious, she doesn't know what a futon is.

Seeing this, Fan Ming walked off the bed, walked to the table, and sat down in a demonstrative manner.

Xiao Shuiyi imitated his movements and sat on the futon in a proper manner.

Fan Ming raised his head and glanced at her, thinking, this guy is not actually stupid or stupid, but what she may lack is common sense...

Fan Ming picked up the kettle on the table and poured himself a glass of water, thinking to himself that since he had brought her out of that world, it was necessary for her to know these things.

Fan Ming was holding the teacup, looking at the tea in the teacup that was slightly disturbed by his own breathing and the faint mist above the tea, thinking about something, and feeling slightly lost.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Shuiyi blinked and looked at Fan Ming with even more curiosity.

After a while, Fan Ming came back to his senses and found Xiao Shuiyi staring at the tea cup in his hand, so he asked:

"Do you want a drink?"

Xiao Shuiyi nodded.

Fan Ming picked up another teacup from the table, used his mind control technique to grab the teapot and poured a cup of tea.

This teapot is not simple. Its thermal insulation effect is better than any thermos pot he has seen in his previous life. He brewed a pot of tea before going to bed. Now, several hours have passed, and the temperature is almost the same as when he first brewed it.

Fan Ming pushed the steaming teacup in front of Xiao Shuiyi.

Since the teapots are not ordinary, the tea in this tea is naturally not ordinary. This is the spiritual tea that Fan Ming spent a lot of money to buy. Just one or two requires ten spiritual stones, which is something that monks in the foundation building period rarely buy.

"Luxury goods".

And this spiritual tea can be bought at such a price, and its effect is naturally extraordinary. Drinking the tea brewed by this spiritual tea for a long time can make people feel more peaceful and reduce irritability, and they can also be more relaxed during practice.

No distracting thoughts.

In order to practice, Fan Ming can be said to have worked very hard.

When Xiao Shui saw Fan Ming pushing the tea in front of her, she stared at it blankly for a while, then imitated Fan Ming's movements and stretched out her hand to pick up the tea cup.

Seeing this scene, Fan Ming nodded slightly, with a "little boy can be taught" expression on his face, thinking to himself, this guy's imitation ability is quite strong...

However, as soon as this idea came up, Fan Ming was dumbfounded the next moment.

I saw Xiao Shuiyi holding the tea cup, and then pressed the tea and cup directly into her body.

Yes, she directly pressed the tea cup into her body!

Fan Ming just wanted to stand up and stop him, but Xiao Shuiyi moved very quickly and pushed the tea cup and the tea into one of his cheeks.

A body made of water is really convenient. You don’t have to rely on your mouth to eat, you just put it directly into your body.

Fan Ming leaned forward slightly, reached out and grabbed Xiao Shuiyi's chin, turned her face sideways, and looked at her cheek where she had just stuffed the tea cup, his eyes full of doubts.

This teacup has just disappeared?

Yes, Fan Ming scanned it with his consciousness and found that the teacup Xiao Shuiyi had just stuffed into her body had disappeared from her body.

Fan Ming took a breath of cold air. Could it be that there is a different dimension in this guy's body? Why did the teacup he "eat" disappear immediately?

Fan Ming frowned and thought about this problem, then let go of his hand and sat back down.

However, just as he sat down, Xiao Shuiyi suddenly opened his mouth. Fan Ming raised his head belatedly, and then noticed that the teacup that had just disappeared actually appeared in her hand again.

Fan Ming looked at the teacup stupidly, completely confused.

Is this guy performing a magic trick?

As soon as this thought emerged, Xiao Shuiyi reached out and handed the teacup to Fan Ming.

Fan Ming reached out to take the teacup, picked it up and looked at it carefully.

Not only is this teacup intact, it is even clean as if nothing has been put in it.

Fan Ming thought to himself: "I didn't expect that this guy's body also has a cleaning function?"

Then suddenly, he thought of something very interesting. Is this teacup now an imported teacup or an exported teacup...

The tea cup thing is over for now. He didn't get up to play with Xiao Shui Yi with the tea cup. His purpose was to instill some common sense into Xiao Shui Yi so that she would know what to do and what not to do.

For example, she must at least tell her that she cannot change back to her original form and have close contact with other people when they are asleep at night. Of course, if she maintains her human form...

That night, Fan Ming kept talking non-stop, but Xiao Shuiyi did not show any dissatisfaction throughout the whole process. Instead, she sat quietly on the futon, like a super obedient child.

Fan Ming's lecture went straight to dawn.

Fan Ming didn't realize that he had been talking for so long until the light in the bedroom was bright, but he had almost finished what he should say, so he immediately decided to stop here today.

Just listen to him saying to Xiao Shuiyi: "Okay, that's almost it. Do you understand?"

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Xiao Shuiyi nodded.

Fan Ming looked at her and said thoughtfully: "You should be able to speak. Can you answer me with your voice?"

"Yeah!"

"..."

She did answer with her voice, but her answer was full of perfunctory.

Fan Ming covered his face with one hand and sighed helplessly, forget it, as long as she is happy.

Although Fan Ming doesn't know why she doesn't like to talk, he at least respects her thoughts.

Fan Ming stood up from the futon on his knees, then looked at Xiao Shuiyi and asked:

"I still have things to do today. Do you want to stay here or follow me?"

In fact, Fan Ming does not want her to stay here. Although there are restrictions around his residence, they are only low-level restrictions after all and cannot prevent those who are interested.

However, considering Xiao Shuiyi's unfathomable strength and her ever-changing miraculous shape-shifting technique, Fan Mingtai does not need to worry about her. On the contrary, he is more worried about those who are interested.

Of course, it's better to follow him. Fan Ming doesn't want too many people to see her. After all, if one more person sees her, there will be more chances of her existence being exposed.

You must know that Fan Ming has not figured out what she is until now. There are too many unknowns for her to stay here alone.

Fortunately, after listening to Fan Ming's words, Xiao Shuiyi immediately transformed into her original form, then jumped a few times and jumped into the center of Fan Ming's eyebrows...

After a while, Fan Ming walked to the yard, released the flying magic weapon from the storage bag, then jumped on the flying magic weapon and flew towards Baiji Hall...

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When Fan Ming came to Baiji Hall, he could see people constantly coming in and out of the door. Some looked indifferent, some were elated, some were lost...in short, they had all kinds of expressions

Fan Ming controlled the flying magic weapon to fall to the ground, then jumped off the flying magic weapon, put the magic weapon into the storage bag, and then walked into the Baiji Hall.

As soon as he entered the door, Fan Ming's expression became slightly surprised. He saw that the Baijitang hall, which he usually looked extremely spacious, was actually packed with people.

Fan Ming stood at the door and thought for a while, then walked in.

After entering the hall, Fan Ming randomly selected a team and queued at the back.

Baijitang handled the matter very efficiently, and it was not long before Fan Ming was assigned.

The deacon in charge of the reception looked at Fan Ming casually, and then asked without interest:

"What's the matter?"

Although Fan Ming could feel the other party's contempt, he still replied respectfully: "I've met my uncle, the disciple is here to receive the reward from the sect competition."

After listening to Fan Ming's words, the deacon's face showed an expression of "Sure enough," after all, nine out of ten people came here for this matter.

After Fan Ming spoke again, without waiting for the other party to ask, he took the initiative to hand over the token he got from the formation spirit yesterday and said:

"This is my disciple's token!"

"Yes!" The deacon nodded slightly, and then took the token from Fan Ming's hand.

He took a look at the token, and his expression instantly became a little surprised. He looked up at Fan Ming and said:

"So it's you?"

Fan Ming's face remained calm, but he guessed in his heart that if the other party reacted so strongly, his ranking in this sect competition should not be any lower.

After the deacon finished speaking, he continued to look at Fan Ming a few times, then returned the token to Fan Ming and pointed in a certain direction and said:
To be continued...