There was no need for someone to introduce it. Zheng Qing's mind flashed through his mind when he saw the old man in white robe.
Zheng Qing knew very little about this name.
However, I have seen this name in some reference books in the library. I wonder if it is a person of the same name.
Abraham in the book is a monk, and the old man in white robe who appeared in front of Zheng Qing at this moment was dressed in a plain dress and rough skin. He really looked like a weather-beaten monk.
But for some reason, Zheng Qing always felt that the white robe was a little black.
The young wizard dared not say or ask about the old panda's evaluation.
He only dared to look at the nose and the heart, stand beside the teacher with regular and straightforward ears - Leviathan is not better than Zheng Qing, at least when he was following the teacher before, he still breathed.
“—I’m glad you finally realized this. It’s not too late to stay away from such a dangerous existence as Abraham.”
A slightly feminine voice sounded on the other side. Zheng Qing couldn't help it after all. He raised his eyelids a little and saw a handsome wizard with long red hair that was hard to tell the difference between male and female. He was standing next to the old panda with a smile. Perhaps because he noticed the boy's peeping sight, he nodded very friendly.
His eyes were gentle, without any slight anger.
This is the Demon Ancestor.
Zheng Qing immediately came to this conclusion.
Because at the same time the red-haired wizard appeared, another white-robed wizard also appeared beside Zheng Qing. He had an impressive pair of red and blue eyes, and the aura on his body was exactly the same as the incarnation curled in "Taiyi" at this moment.
Lalaye.
The former Siren King, the new ancient man, and the white nova in the sky.
Although he just glanced over, Zheng Qing clearly saw that Lalaye looked six or seventy percent similar to the demon ancestor. This made a series of bloody question marks pop up in his heart.
Similar to Zheng Qing and others, Lalaye was also wisely kept silent.
A slightly heavy gaze fell on Zheng Qing, causing him to twist his shoulders unnaturally. The white-robed wizard looked at the young wizard, his eyes were indifferent, and his voice was not filled with emotion, as if he had not heard the teasing of the old panda and the demon ancestor towards him:
“——Order should not be handed over to a child.”
While saying this, although the old man in white robe looked at Zheng Qing, Zheng Qing knew that these words were not what he said to him: "Take off the armor your teacher put on you, what else do you have?"
Self-destruction.
The young wizard muttered in his heart, but his eyes were already aiming at the husband, but he saw that the husband didn't say a word, and he immediately understood that he was asking him to answer this question.
"Probably hope?"
Many of the things that the gentlemen had said to him flashed through his mind, recalling many things he had seen, and looked at the old man in white robe with a little cramped and shyness: "—I remember someone said that the world belongs to you and ours, but in the final analysis it is still ours. We are vigorous and prosperous, just like the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and hope is placed on us."
He didn't blush at all, and seemed particularly serious.
The old man in white robe frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say something more.
Zheng Qing took a deep breath and continued to speak: "——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Several ancient men all became serious in their expressions.
The remaining three big stars hanging in the sky also flashed slightly.
Slap sex!
A not-so-warming applause rang in Zheng Qing's ears. The gentleman clapped his hands and sighed with satisfaction but regret: "You can see this step much better than I expected... It's a pity, but unfortunately, if you are a real legend now, you must have a scene of "sky falling", "golden lotus gushing in the ground", "singling fragrance swelling" and "red faces."
The words have not ended.
Blood-red flowers fell from the sky and fell down the boy. Immediately afterwards, white lotus flowers also grew from the ground, holding the boy off the ground. A strange fragrance filled the air, and a beautiful red halo appeared behind Zheng Qing's head, making him look more and more solemn.
Zheng Qing looked confused.
The sir was speechless.
Several other ancient people turned a blind eye.
"How about it?"
The panda slapped his hands and looked around with a proud look: "I said this kid likes this tune, it's easy to do... What else do you want? Yin and Yang cut the darkness? The bright moon rises on the sea? The Milky Way falls on the sky?"
Zheng Qing waved his hands repeatedly, sweating profusely.
“—Or, do you like to eat?”
The old panda flipped his paws and stuffed a piece of white and tender bamboo shoots into the boy's arms. At the same time, he lowered his voice and muttered in a whisper that anyone could hear: "Don't worry, good thing, I heard that the shameless old man from the demon ancestor stuffed his spiritual seeds on you with the hand of the little crow? The dog is sneaky and can't become a climate! Eat my bamboo shoots and digest food to make you feel appetizing, and your health is great. Don't worry about the hard spiritual seeds at all!"
The red-haired young man glanced at the panda.
"Is there anything wrong with becoming a demon?" He laughed softly, but then changed his mind: "Besides, without your bamboo shoots, this child would not become a demon... He has no chance with me."
Zheng Qing was moved and tears filled his eyes.
He hugged the bamboo shoots like a child's arm in his arms and hesitated for a moment.
This time, he did not go to see the gentleman immediately.
The gentleman is going to leave after all, so he should learn to make his own decisions.
A few seconds later, he picked up the tips of the bamboo shoots and stuffed them into his mouth. He took a bite. The mouth was sweet and crispy. In an instant, he felt that he had eaten some kind of fruit he wanted to eat the most, but he couldn't eat which one it was. He just couldn't help but want to take another bite.
But he forcibly curbed the impulse and looked up at the gentleman.
The gentleman smiled slightly and nodded slightly.
The boy licked his lips, looked at the old panda again, and lowered his head: "—Thank you senior."
The old panda happily took out another bamboo shoot and took a big bite. In this way, each person and a bear, one bite at a time, and I happily ate snacks in front of several ancient men.
Leviathan swallowed quietly, only to think that the world was terrible.