The black gully cave, there was light a few steps away, but no matter how hard it was, there was a trace of gray and white smoke flowing out from the pores.

In a moment, it seemed as if he had spotted a place and hovered and settled down.

A milky white ball of pomrose slowly appeared on the spot. It was originally nothing, and could penetrate the stones and cross the walls, and play back and forth along the cracks of the rocks as they pleased. However, as it rolled, it hit the rock wall. The hairy ball fell back twice.

After a while, the pomrose lining out a pink and white tail aggrievedly.

Then there are the thin and lonely claws, the bent and short hind legs.

This is still the way my belly is facing. The ball of pomrose quickly kicked his legs and turned it over flexibly. The pink and white soft nose tip began to smell and smell it everywhere. The black bean-like eyes were looking around alertly, and the beard trembled slightly.

The spiritual energy here is too strong and no grass grows. The milk ball groped in the cave for a while, touched the shrunk belly with a short claw, and looked outside tentatively.

He shook his hair timidly, and finally curiosity and hunger drove it slowly to approach the hole.

——The wind blows through the soft fine hairs on the body, and brings the smell of grass and soil in the distance, with a faint fragrance of flowers.

It smells so good, sweet.

The smell that I had never smelled before, even my stomach began to gulp.

The milk ball couldn't help but move another step.

If you don’t dare to go out, it doesn’t matter if you smell it?

It closed its eyes intoxicatedly and was suddenly fished out by a pair of hands that appeared at the entrance of the cave.

Unpredictable, the milk ball struggled in a hurry, and his soft body was about to turn into a cloud of mist again and disappeared without a trace.

"Thief, I will hide!"

The fog was rubbed back and condensed into a solid body again. The milk ball, which had nowhere to escape, sat in Meng Qi's palm in a daze.

"Do not defend, it's hard to defend, I think you're a thief." Meng Qi was both angry and funny while holding the milk ball.

After waiting for so many years, the dragon vein hidden by him and Mo Li on Longjiao Peak in Shangyun Mountain finally transformed and became conscious.

Although according to human law, this is a brother of the bloodline of Mengqi, it is hard to raise it, and it is no different from his son.

This is not the most troublesome thing. The main reason is that the Taijing Dragon Vein was robbed before its spiritual intelligence was opened. After rebirth, it was like a frightened bird, hiding in the huge spiritual cave of the nineteen peaks of Shangyun Mountain. When there was a storm, it slipped faster than Feihe Mountain Fat Chi.

The tit has wings at least, this thing...

Meng Qi couldn't laugh or cry, stop being invisible, you can't even catch a hair.

It’s so big to climb Yunshan, so it’s so difficult to find.

The milk ball didn't know what he had identified in his mind. Once he felt Meng Qi's breath, it ran away, like a fool who had to eat and live for free and escape from rent. He couldn't catch up with him, and he couldn't reason. Meng Qi had no choice but to do it, so he simply let it be free and comfortable in the mountains.

This year, I counted on my fingers as the shape of the milk ball became more and more stable and I could catch it. Meng Qi only came back.

——If you don’t catch it, this elusive thing may appear and scare people.

Then, it will be bad if you go to Yunshan to make a mess.

This is not a few hundred years ago, and I don’t have to worry about making trouble anymore.

The world is different, no one believes in ghosts and monsters. Isn’t it because milk balls are considered as new species, so I will first capture the sampling and declaration and then install a coordinate device to observe the living habits and find the population?

The Benshan Dragon Vein Clan, which has only two gerbils, was at Dragon Claw Peak a minute ago, and disappeared on the spot after one minute, and even the coordinate signal injected into the body can be lost?

Shangyun Mountain already has the Institute of Archaeology and Ecological Protection Research Institute, so don’t come to an unknown biological observation base.

So Meng Qi decided to take the dragon vein home for a good education before it attracted the attention of others.

Everything has its own rules, and milk balls are no exception. Let it cunning rabbits have three holes, and they always have a habit as they run. Meng Qi summarized it, calculated the time and made plans, and then began to wait for the "rabbit".

The bait is the newly released osmanthus cake, which is a time-honored brand in Taijing. It has been circulated for 600 years. Somehow, it suddenly became popular online this year. There were queues of old men in the store, and even Meng Qi, who was knowledgeable, was shocked.

People die for money, and rats are busy for cakes.

The fragrant osmanthus cake, you can't deceive the dragon vein if you don't believe it.

"You run again."

The milk ball shrank into a ball timidly and did not dare to say anything.

Seeing its appearance, Meng Qi felt a little distressed when he thought of what happened in the past.

The fingers that touched the dragon vein brought a trace of spiritual energy, and the milk ball was stunned and subconsciously rubbed over.

It is when it requires a lot of spiritual energy to absorb. Facing Meng Qi's existence, it has an instinctive fear, just like digging food in a granary built by others, and naturally feels uneasy.

Looking at the milk balls with their heads tilted on their hands, Meng Qi also knew that he would give this thing time.

The wisdom is not that easy to open.

More than three hundred years have passed, but the tree in Silang Mountain still only shakes.

The world changes and personnel changes, but for the unformed dragon veins, this time is not enough to make any changes.

The dragon vein of Shangyun Mountain has been in the condition for a long time, and with enough spiritual energy, it has been lingering for three hundred years.

"When you transform into shape, you will be sent to school."

Meng Qi pinched the milk ball and thought to himself who told you to run away? If you are a little more obedient, you can turn into a premature shape if you fall into my arms and Ali early.

Just run. If you have to write more five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulations for many years.

***

The sun rises and the moon sets, spring comes and falls.

The earthen house slowly turned into brick and tile houses, and people changed one after another. Even the name Zhushan County in Pingzhou was changed three or four times until buildings rose up, followed by ugly gray walls and people on the street wearing blue cloth cotton jackets, as if someone had colored the city again with watercolors.

There has been no vivid color that has appeared for hundreds of years, or even thousands of years.

The walls can be painted in blue, and the building can be a transparent glass dome.

After nightfall, colorful neon lights reflected the stalls in the night market. A bunch of mutton was marked with a handful of grafts, and they were grabbed in their hands and turned over the charcoal fire. The cumin and chili powder kept falling, and under the light, the oil oozed out of the meat was set off, which looked like a beautiful golden background.

The vendor next door poured a bowl of seasoning on the iron plate, and the white smoke suddenly rose, and the domineering onion and squid smell floated across the street.

"Ah Yeh."

The milk ball was stupid, and turned over and pierced into Meng Qi's pocket, rushing up his butt and refused to come out.

——The fireworks in this world are too terrible.

Meng Qi felt that he was embarrassed. Is the dragon vein afraid of smelling onions?

The car parked not far from the entrance of the night market. Although this thing is not fast, no one has practiced martial arts these days, and it is even more common for people to strengthen their bodies and climb trees and climb houses without ladders, but if they run faster than cars, they will have to go to the newspaper.

"Professor Meng, I'm back!"

Someone greeted me. Meng Qi was now a middle-aged man in his forties, with an inconspicuous gray jacket and a pair of flat-glass glasses - they looked too eye-catching and covered up as much as possible - they tried to dress up as old-fashioned as possible. If they weren't afraid of being too exaggerated, they could still use cloth coats and straw hats.

There is no way, in this era, you can be photographed without even being taken on the road.

It’s so hard, and I still ask if I want to develop in the entertainment industry? Could it be that if I don’t have a white beard, these people will not give up?

Meng Qi was resentful, but he was not like before. He was eighteen years old and eighty years old. He could only follow his "identity" and grow old. He could not lose his temper at will. For example, he jumped out half a mile when he was happy, and used his strength to pinch a handprint on the coin.

A professor in the Department of Archaeology is very strong and often leads teams to excavate and protect ancient tombs in the wild. He is used to being rough and not caring about dressing. This can be explained. When he returns to Qimao Mountain across provinces, he still has to drive honestly on the highway through the toll station.

Otherwise, how can I explain if the mobile phone signal shows that you are running four hundred miles overnight like a cheetah?

It’s not OK to turn off the phone. I didn’t take the plane or take the train. Even if I drive, there will be speed measurements and photos at the intersection. How did I come back without a car? It’s naturally not a flaw if I don’t check this kind of thing. If someone checks it, it’s a sieve.

Professor Meng Qi was named after a coincidence.

This is not because his education is false, but because of "achievement".

Everyone knows that he is a "familiar with ancient books" character, like a nerd, doesn't like to deal with people (Meng Qi: pretends to be very tired), and then finds traces of ancient tombs from ancient books and excavates and protects them. Especially in Shangyun Mountain, he found the tombs of more than a dozen emperors and generals (Meng Qi: He can be considered as taking the opportunity to ask these nail households to leave).

Now Qimao Mountain has become a famous white fox reserve. No one knows why there are groups of white foxes here. Scholars who study this swear to the point that about two or three hundred years ago, all white foxes from the north gathered in this mountainous area one after another, and then lived together to form a community.

Thanks to the blessings of the White Fox, a film and television base was built nearby and the tourism industry was developed.

The houses on Qimaoshan are not bad, but the prices near Shangyunshan are priced at a price.

Originally, Meng Qi could have gone to his hometown to find some antiques he had hidden back then and sold them. Not a two-bedroom house, even a villa, but who made him look for this identity after a fire of his mind? It is better to have less trouble than to have more trouble. Anyway, whether it is archaeology professors or famous medical masters, they all have allocated houses. They don’t have to worry about living in the ancient capital near Shangyun Mountain, nor can they not afford to buy a house in this city.

Passing through the lively night market, I came to a district with a fireworks.

Go into the elevator skillfully, get the key, and press the milk ball that wants to poke out your head back - there is a camera in the elevator.

As soon as he entered the house, Meng Qi quickly stepped onto the door with his feet.

He took off his glasses and his whole body changed.

——It’s better to be at home, as you can be as old as you want.

"This thing is quite difficult."

Meng Qi stood up and looked at his moli, put the confused milk ball on the coffee table, hugged the person and lay on the sofa.

Mo Li was too lazy to become forty years old at home, and she was wearing a long lace-up pajama. The curtains were hanging down the house and it looked dark. At first glance, it still looked like it was more than 300 years ago. She was pulled by Meng Qi, and the underwear was not as worn under her robe as before.

"The dragon vein is watching."

"If he can understand it, he can learn to recognize words."

In order to catch the milk ball, Meng Qi had not seen Mo Li for a month. Although they had a longer time to separate the two places, and the dragon veins did not have to worry about time, every time they came back, they still had to hold the fish and ate it a few bites to enjoy it.

The milk ball moved two uneasy steps, then slid and slid four feet on the smooth coffee table surface.

I turned over and stood up to run, but my feet slipped and my feet were facing each other. The third time I fell directly on the remote control. The LCD screen lit up and made a sound inside. The milk ball was so scared that it "bounced" on the spot. The round belly and frightened eyes were very vivid.

However, no matter how high the bullet is, it will fall to the surface of the coffee table. It rolls and crawls like ice skating all the way, and rushed out of the coffee table. The milk ball flew up directly, and his head was tucked down on the sofa next to Mo Li.

Mo Li: "…"

Meng Qi: "..."

The dragon vein is not smart.

Mo Li slowly turned her gaze to Meng Qi, as if she was wondering if the first dragon vein born in Taijing was too smart, which led to the second dragon vein being insufficient.

Meng Qi felt something was wrong, and he was a gerbil who was rounder and more than himself. What if Mo Li thought it was cute?
Chapter completed!