Chapter 553 This handsome guy looks familiar
Ye Xiaoman thought carefully.
She remembered that Xiao Chujing also came to the ghost world to find her.
The last time she heard from Xiao Chujing was when she had just been trapped in the ghost prison. That day, she suddenly received crazy talk from Xiao Chujing and Sikong Qing, saying that they had given birth to her child and would raise it with all their heart. Her mental state was not good at the time, so she could not bear to hear all this and immediately blocked them both.
Completely cut off from all audio.
She was very busy after that.
Forgot to release them?
Ye Xiaoman pondered and took out the communication magic weapon.
She swore on her conscience that although she was about 70% to 80% thinking about using Xiao Chujing's protagonist halo to find treasure, but 20% to 30% of her was because she missed Xiao Chujing.
Xiao Chujing should be somewhere leveling up in a dungeon now.
She remembered that in the original novel, Xiao Chujing was in the ghost world and there were many plots to go through.
First, he will take on a high-priced task on the bounty list, team up with others to break into a strange land with rules, solve numerous puzzles to reach the end, and fight with the landlord, who is the clone of a certain ghost king.
In order to defeat the landlord, he took a fake elixir and leaped several realms in a short period of time, gaining powerful strength, but it also damaged his spiritual veins and dantian, and he could only form low-grade golden elixir.
How could Long Aotian succumb to the bleak reality? He is the man who is said to become a first-grade golden elixir and cultivate a top-grade immortal infant.
So Xiao Chu beat the Ghost King's clone to pieces, snatched away the Ghost King's most precious treasure, the Nine Tribulations Coffin, separated his inner demon, practiced the Fate-Defying and Heaven-Destroying Scripture, and vigorously embarked on a new round of journey of reshaping the golden elixir and changing his destiny against the will of heaven.
Since the ghost world had ruined his path to immortality, the price should be paid by the ghost world. The hero thought so, and he kept making trouble in the ghost world and took advantage of others, and finally collected enough precious materials to rebuild the golden elixir.
On the day when this living god was finally ushered out of the ghost world, half of the ghost kings cried with joy.
Xiao Chujing finally achieved his wish by producing a perfect and top-grade golden elixir.
Yes, you read that right. Before Xiao Chujing, the most perfect golden elixir that a cultivator could produce was called a first-grade golden elixir. After Xiao Chujing, in order to distinguish Xiao Chujing's golden elixir from the unprecedented and unparalleled, the cultivation world specially designated a column for it, calling it the top-grade golden elixir.
From then on, there was an additional process in the Jindan stage. Even if a cultivator had formed a first-grade golden elixir, in order to pursue a higher realm, he would imitate Xiao Chujing and break his own golden elixir and rebuild it again.
When ordinary people encounter storms in their lives, it is because God wants to rain. When Xiao Chujing encountered storms, it was because God thought he could go even further.
When Ye Xiaoman read this part of the book, she was completely convinced. The male protagonist's aura of a cheater was so terrifying.
Therefore, Ye Xiaoman, a passerby, is not worried at all about the safety of the protagonists such as Xiao Chujing and Sikong Qing.
A waiter dressed in gorgeous clothes came in respectfully, adding spiritual tea and serving fairy fruit.
By the way, he asked Ye Xiaoman: "General, the Pavilion Master asked, do you want to summon the song and dance troupe to perform now?"
Ye Xiaoman immediately forgot about Xiao Chujing and excitedly rubbed her hands, "Let's jump."
After watching the dance and taking a few photos of the treasures, she went home.
Yue Mushan seems to have begun to doubt her relationship with Jiaying recently. She has to go home on time regularly to dispel Yue Mushan's doubts.
The waiter went out to deliver the message.
The old man who presided over the auction immediately announced an intermission and asked everyone to watch a song and dance performance to wake them up.
When they heard that it was an all-male troupe performing the bamboo dance, the male cultivators were bored, while the female cultivators screamed and thanked General Yin for the gift.
Backstage, the male ghost listened to the cheers coming from outside the venue and turned back to give orders to all the assassins for the last time.
"Everyone, put on your masks."
The assassins tried to maintain seductive poses. "Are they trying to further create a hazy beauty?"
The male ghost glanced at Xiao Chujing, who was standing in the middle and most conspicuous position. The men he had worked so hard to recruit, who had decent looks, looked like a bunch of ugly men compared to Xiao Chujing's appearance.
I don't know how his parents gave birth to him, but with that face and figure, he would look good even if he was covered with a sack.
The male ghost's face darkened: "I'm afraid Cherry Jam will vomit if she sees your true appearance."
The curtain on the auction table slowly opened and the lights dimmed.
A dozen iron cages slowly descended from the sky.
The black iron surfaces of these cages are densely engraved with binding spells and were originally used for auctioning slaves.
In many cases, there would be a beautiful mermaid inside, spreading out her gorgeous tail that shone like stars, crying charmingly.
There are no mermaid slaves today, but handsome men leaning against bamboo tubes. Beams of light shine down from the top of the cage. Their muscles have been painted with oil paint in advance, flashing with charming light.
Accompanied by a team of musicians, the handsome men began to dance with bold movements.
Pieces of clothes fell to the ground one by one.
The audience erupted in screams loud enough to blow the roof off the room.
A satisfied smile appeared on Ye Xiaoman's face.
Her critical gaze was fixed on the performer in the middle.
According to her years of experience in seeing men, this one is the best.
Although everyone was dancing, he was the only one dancing with a sword. His moves were ordinary and it was impossible to tell where he learned them from. There were no eye-catching special effects, and his sword did not suddenly emit a series of exaggerated sparks.
The dancers around him were all dressed in immoral clothes, and he was the only one who was wrapped up tightly, even his face was covered with a mask.
Despite this, the handsome guy's special aura cannot be concealed.
His incompatibility only highlights his uniqueness, and it fills us with anticipation. We imagine that in his finale, he will suddenly throw away his sword, along with the virtuous man's virtue, and begin to follow the steps of the dancers beside him to remove his clothes...
Ye Xiaoman leaned forward and looked down with anticipation.
As she watched, she intuitively felt that something was wrong.
The handsome guy made her feel a little familiar.
That blue shirt, that high ponytail, that overly dazzling feeling.
It looks very much like an old friend of Long Aotian.
Ye Xiaoman quickly denied it herself.
Putting aside other things, according to Xiao Chujing's arrogant character, he would not abandon his dignity and voluntarily stand on the stage to perform that erotic dance for others.
This must be her illusion.
The accompanying music gradually became calmer from passionate.
The stage used magic to create the special effects of lightning and thunder striking an iron cage. Amidst the sparks of fire, the iron cage opened, the dancers stopped dancing, and walked out of the cage in a charming manner, lining up on the stage.
Ye Xiaoman frowned in dissatisfaction.
That’s it?
The sword-dancing male model's clothes are still in good condition.
Ye Xiaoman immediately became anxious and worried.
That feeling is like someone gave you a bag of homemade braised chicken feet. As soon as you opened the sealed bag, you didn't hold it firmly and the bag fell to the ground, and all the chicken feet scattered. You will never know what they taste like. The world of foodies has collapsed. There have been countless nights since then when I woke up hungry in the middle of the night, and tears flowed miserably from the corners of my mouth when I thought of this bag of chicken feet that I would never have.
Ye Xiaoman really wanted to know if a man with a seemingly amazing body was also amazing inside? What shape were his pectoral muscles? Did he have eight-pack abs?
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