Article 222

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Chu Wanning stared at him coldly: "Say."

"..."

Xiaolong was buried, his body was swollen, his beard was soaring to the sky, a pair of mung bean eyes stared at Chu Wanning angrily, and the noble dragon's mouth was half open, panting heavily, after a while, he spit out A mouthful of ink came.

Chu Wanning narrowed his eyes: "If you want to spend more time, I will burn you." Then he went to lift its tail, and made a gesture to lift it to the fire, "Make you a real candle dragon."

"Okay! You're amazing! You're amazing! Let me tell you! Is it okay if I say it? Really!"

Xiaolong poohed several times, spit out some ink, and muttered in a low voice: "It's so fierce, it's no wonder why every time I see you, I don't have a wife for so many years!"

"Hey?" Mo Ran blinked, secretly went to see Chu Wanning, and said with a malicious smile, "Didn't Master say that there is a teacher?"

"..." Chu Wanning ignored him, his eyebrows sank, and he yelled at Xiaolong angrily, "You talk too much, don't write quickly!"

"Hmph! Smelly man!"

Putong lying on the rice paper that had been laid out long ago, Xiaolong used his power to condense the ink on the center of his claws, and moaned and whimpered to draw a crooked dog crawling amulet on the end of the paper.

No wonder he couldn't directly dictate what spells he had seen, because his paper-headed brain had limited intelligence, and he couldn't tell what the original spells were just from the traces, so he had to follow the gourd to wipe out everything he saw. Fortunately, Chu Wanning was able to recognize and distinguish, lowered his eyes, and slowly said the name of each spell.

Xiaolong drew a waning moon.

Chu WanNing: "Anshen Jue. Someone here has insomnia."

Xiaolong drew a seven-star formation.

"Xing Yu Jue. Someone set up a sentry here for defense."

Xiaolong drew a rouge box.

"...Beautiful Beauty Art."

Mo Ran laughed loudly, raised his hand and said: "I know this, the little girl's little curse for beauty at night is the sphenoid beauty table?"

Chu Wanning didn't comment. It seemed that he was a little anxious because he even drew a few traces of innocuous spells. His slender fingers tapped twice on the wooden table, and he frowned and said, "Draw the next one."

Xiaolong drew another heart.

The ink burned strangely: "What is this?"

"Clear Heart Jue." Chu Wanning said irritably, "It's useless, someone is just meditating. Next."

Xiaolong chirped and drew another dog's head.

"...... Taming the animal..." Chu Wanning held his forehead, "You, choose important paintings, such as those that are touching your face, those that tease dogs, those that coax people to sleep, don't draw them. Next .”

Xiaolong raised his head, raised his beard and stared, "You're really picky!"

"painting!"

Afraid of being thrown onto the candlestick and becoming a real "candle dragon", the paper-headed little dragon had no choice but to hold two small soft paws and wipe it off on the paper. People think it is very mysterious and profound.

"It looks like two circles, then a cross, and then another vertical bar going straight down. It's a bit of a yin and yang gossip." Mo Ran opened his eyes wide, "Master, this can't be the mysterious person What was left on the weapon..."

"No." Chu Wanning only glanced at it, and his forehead felt a little painful, "Voice-changing technique."

"Oh? What do you do?"

"Someone is born dissatisfied with their own voice, or out of other needs, want to change their own voice, the voice change technique can be done, it is not a difficult technique." Chu Wanning paused and said, "But The voice-changing technique will damage the throat if used for a long time, and it is often difficult to restore the original voice... This spell is a bit strange, I don't know who is using it."

Mo Ran listened, but smiled: "That's it, that's not surprising."

Chu Wanning sighed, just about to say the next one, suddenly startled, as if thinking of something, the mist in the eyes moved, and suddenly turned to look at Mo Ran.

"It's not surprising...do you know something?"

"What can I know? I just feel that someone is dissatisfied with my voice. It's quite normal. Maybe it's that Song girl. Maybe her voice is rough and hoarse, and she wants to make it more pleasant?"

"..." Chu Wanning flicked his sleeves and said, "I've been thinking wildly all day." Turning his head and saying to Xiaolong: "Look at the next one."

Xiaolong drew another heart.

The ink burned: "Oh, didn't the master say that you don't need to draw the Qingxin Jue?"

"Bah, kid, what do you know?" Xiaolong glared at him angrily, slapped his tail violently, made an ink mark on his heart, rubbed it away again, and wiped the whole heart blacked out.

"What is this? Black Heart Art?"

Chu Wanning seemed embarrassed, and said silently for a while: "No. It should be the formula of love."

"what is that?"

"It's similar to the love pill that Xuanyuan will sell." Chu Wanning said, "Bewitching people's minds, making people feel love for themselves, and so on. It is usually used by women."

Mo Ran opened his eyes wide: "No way? Could it be Song Qiutong..."

"How do I know this kind of thing." Chu Wanning seemed very annoyed, and said with a flick of his sleeves, "Other people's emotional matters, they care so much about what to do, they want to mess around, let them go."

"But Chu Wanning, are you really not interested in this love formula?" Xiaolong said happily, flicking his tail, "I think this spell is interesting. If you are willing to call me Prince Long three times, I will..."

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