Chapter 482 Do You Like Boys or Girls?

Chapter 481 Do you like boys and girls?

Quan Xiaotong's original intention was fine, so he politely cited Han Yu's family matters after he was safe, and then gave him a few more years of luck.

It was the last time when Han Yu had only earned seventeen years of luck, and later he was kidnapped by the peddler. Quan Xiaotong generously re-directed the luck of thirty years, plus this time the luck of 60 years.

"I just said that the fifth floor is better than Tiandao Sect."

Han Yu was very moved. He looked at the way he took advantage of him everywhere, then looked at Liu Zongyuan's petty appearance, and gave him a cooperation, but he took advantage of him.

Of course, there is the only thing Quan Xiaotong has made Han Yu a little dissatisfied.

With sixty years of luck, this guy was able to create twenty monks for himself, and it would take seven days to digest it!

"How do I suspect that guy did it on purpose."

The spirit of the weapon grabbed his little face and looked suspicious.

What else can I doubt this? A person with Monkey Sperm must have done this on purpose.

Han Yu's face was extremely dark when he thought of this, and it was clearly a piece of meat. When he approached, he saw that it was full of scraps.

...

At the same time, Gao Feng, who turned into a big snake, slowly came back to the door.

Since changing positions with Ling Wuce, Ling Wuce has been completely unlucky. Quan Xiaotong is using him to death. If Gao Feng is using him, this wave of exchange for the inspection department will definitely take advantage. .

The final result was that Gao Feng would still come back when it was time to come back, while Ling Wuce ran out every day.

In the chasing tower, Quan Xiaotong's rare occasion was not a case of burying his head. When Gao Feng came in, he was waiting leisurely.

"You said you want to keep that kid in the East China Sea for seven days, can he be willing?"

Gao Feng stretched out the snake's head, spitting out a letter with a long tongue, revealing a humanized expression.

Quan Xiaotong nodded with a smile when he heard this, and said confidently, "He will definitely be willing. Even if he is reluctant, he will stay for seven days."

Although Gao Feng didn't know what the other party used, he still reminded him, "Don't really cheat others to death."

Quan Xiaotong smiled bitterly, how could this be considered a pitfall? In order to let him stay for a few more days, he gave him more than ten years of luck. In general, that kid was happy to take advantage of it.

"I need some time. That guy caught the ninth person in the rankings. I'm afraid that people will attract people again when the time comes."

Although I don’t want to admit it, only Han Yu can stop those people.

"I will take Feng Buping out this time, so you can help with the affairs in the building."

Quan Xiaotong sighed deeply. The last time he caught the divination soul, he got too little information. This time, he only hopes that Feng Buping's empathy ability can dig out as much useful things as possible.

"I can save you, be more careful when you go out."

Gao Feng didn't stop him. In fact, only a shrewd guy like Quan Xiaotong is the most suitable person to examine such talents.

...

"Not satisfying at all."

On this side, Han Yu had just given three Hexi Dans, and he had no choice but to dismiss the remaining monks. The spirit of the weapon smashed his mouth, obviously very dissatisfied.

"It's a bit bit, but I'll still have sixty years of luck."

Han Yu was also dark-faced, but he was a little more open-minded. He was just unhappy with Quan Xiaotong's trick. He could understand that the other party was trying to find a way to stay here for a few more days.

But if you say something, even if you don’t give you face, he will not be able to agree to the face of the seventeen years of luck you have given you. He must do such a disgusting way.

This person, one spirit, could only wait quietly for the supply of elixirs every day while complaining.

With sixty years of luck as a foundation, even if you are reluctant, it is better than rushing around to try your luck in the vast crowd.

It is worth mentioning that after staying in the East China Sea for six days, it is rare to be calm.

Even the heart that had been hanging by the chicken feathers slowly relaxed. After all, it was not a problem for Han Yu here.

There is another strange thing, and the word "spirits" is less and less every day.

It turned out that he would ask Han Yu to nag Quan Xiaotong every day, and the latter gradually became quiet.

On the seventh day, the spirit of the weapon finally spoke again, with an indescribable expression.

"It seems that something is wrong with the bottle!"

Han Yu was shocked after hearing this. What happened to the bottle?

This matter can be big or small. Every change in the bottle may change the current pattern of producing pills, and even Han Yu's own changes. If something goes wrong, it will not be a small matter whether it affects the pills or Han Yu.

The spirit of the artifact grabbed the bun's face and sighed strangely, "Don't worry, it's not a problem in that aspect."

Han Yu felt a hungry heart then let go and asked, "What's wrong with that?"

"It won't steal my luck anymore, I'm so panicked!"

The spirit of the weapon himself predicted the luck of these sixty years. If Han Yu is left out, the dead bottle will definitely take at least half of its luck.

But in fact, the bottle rarely does not have its luck. After each luck is fed back, it is given all of it. Is this absurd?

Maybe it's because the bottle is used to bullying it, and it's so generous all of a sudden, which makes it even more panicked, okay?

"Do you think it's the Dead Bottle that wants me to take away all my luck at the happiest time?"

No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!

The spirit of the weapon pretended to be gloomy and told the worst result he had guessed.

Han Yu's mouth twitched slightly. How could he have such dark thoughts after being oppressed?

But on second thought, it seemed that every time he exploited the spirit of the weapon, he seemed to be the one who benefited.

"It shouldn't be. If the bottle can really play such a heart-breaking game, then why do we need you?"

After the spirit of the weapon appeared in the bottle, it was fine if each of them had their own ideas. If the bottle could still play this hand so humanely, then what was the meaning of the spirit of the weapon?

After comforting, the spirit of the weapon also felt that it made sense, but his expression was still bitter.

"What's wrong?"

Han Yu asked again helplessly.

Who knew that the spirit of the weapon suddenly became weird and awkward, "Well, I have some problems too."

Even the spirit of the weapon has problems?

"It's not a big problem."

Before Han Yu had any wild thoughts, the spirit of the weapon hurried to explain.

It's not a big problem. It's just that without the pressure of the bottle, the luck accumulated gradually in the past sixty years, it vaguely felt that once it was released, it seemed... enough for it to shape successfully.

"What big problem can it be?"

Han Yu said casually without a good temper. Isn't it always thinking about having a complete spiritual body!

The spirit of the weapon was very shy again, "I have been hesitating these days, Han Yu, do you like boys or girls?"

Han Yu's face turned black all of a sudden. Is he seriously ill?

It's your own body. If you want a male or female appearance, just decide for yourself. Why ask me?

And don't use this tone that is easy to be misunderstood!

Just when Han Yu wanted the spirit of the weapon to decide for himself, the familiar face in the sea of ​​consciousness made him react in an instant.

Originally, his face was just black, but now it was suddenly very green.

This little bastard was holding his own face, but he forgot about it because he looked at it every day.

"A man with a penis! A valiant, proud man!"

"If you dare to bring me a female Han Yu, I will kill you. I will never let you go!"

Han Yu shuddered at the thought of a little loli with his face on her.

Such a weapon spirit can be thrown away...