Be a psychic in a star card game

"This... Old Jiangtou?" Zhu Bajie leaned forward and was stunned: "Why did you become a cat?"

After all, he was the main figure of the two hostile forces during the Conferred Gods List. He was fine with Nezha and other small soldiers, but for Jiang Ziya, he was a real enemy who was extremely jealous when they met. Thinking about it, he becomes a cat, like a pig, worthless."

Zhu Bajie pondered for a while: "..." It should not be referring to Sang Yuhuai, it has nothing to do with his viviparous birth, he is a reincarnated type, and he is not a pig in essence.

He Yan doesn't know who Jiang Ziya is, but this hook is like hooking some flaw in his body. It is not a physical hook, and even the line is visible to the naked eye. There is no hook at all, but no matter where He Yan is, as long as the other party is sure If it's him, it's sure to catch the feeling.

He Yan moved his body.

"Caught by him, it's hard to get out..." Nezha hesitated and said, "It is said that there was a ghost who made a mistake and was caught by Jiang Lao's hook. It was exposed to the sun at night and was air-dried."

He Yan didn't change his face at first, but now he couldn't help but take a deep breath. Isn't that an exaggeration? After fishing for 10 years, it finally dried up?This is too miserable!

At this moment, the orange cat seemed to remember this too, "Meow? Didn't the old man put him down?" It scratched its paw and scratched its face: "No, oops, the old man has too many things to do, and after 1 years, the old man has too many things to do." Forgot him, what a pity, what a pity."

He Yan: "..."

The orange cat doesn't intend to let him go at all, and it looks like it will catch him for 800 years. In fact, He Yan should have struggled hard at this time, but since the last time he received the spirit, he has liberated his...nature.

After thinking about it, He Yan lowered his head, took a bite of the fishing line, and felt different again. Last time, the old woman's food was tasteless, like boiled water, but this time... the hook was sweet and delicious.

He Yan had to think that the taste of this spirit is still different?

Just like the types of food, there are some that suit his taste and some that he dislikes. Obviously, the taste of the fishing line is very suitable for him.

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, it was the fat boy stretching his neck in a dying struggle, then opened his mouth to reveal a small row of neat human teeth, and gnawed weakly and unwillingly on the fishing line:

"Crack" sound.

The fishing line snapped.

Everyone who was discussing whether a certain unlucky guy who had been caught for 10 years was a spider spirit or a lizard spirit was stunned.

WTF?

Is Jiang Ziya dying, so his fishing line has no energy?

Or the fishing line is too old, has reached the time limit of life, or is not tolerated in the world, so it is rejected by the world and broken?

"Meow?" The orange cat was also confused.

Is this the old man's rope?

Is this the old man's fishing line?

Why is it broken?

What the hell, was it bitten off by someone else?

What kind of tooth are you? ? ?Why can the innate spirit treasure hook be bitten after breaking the world?

"Meow meow?" The orange cat's hair was blown all over its body. It arched its fat body and collapsed. .

Daji let out a breath, she was also frightened, the little fox jumped and hid behind Zhu Bajie, still in shock.

God... It was the first time she knew that He Yan could actually eat spirits.

This is equivalent to the fact that He Yan was only her friend, a more or less useful friend, so she had time to please him and get some benefits, but at this moment, she suddenly discovered:

How can He Yan be friends?

He is the father of all spirits in the world!

Zhu Bajie is not afraid, and Nezha is also fine. People who have died once don't care.

Li Yu and those people simply don't understand. He was an ordinary person in his previous life, and he doesn't know the way of immortals. He probably thinks that He Yan can do it, and there are many people in the world who can do it. Naturally, he doesn't understand that He Yan is eating spirits. One aspect of horror.

"Meow!!"

"Meow meow meow meow!"

"My old man's fishing line, meow meow meow meow!"

Orange cat can't calm down.

The orange cat went berserk.

"Calm down, calm down, you're so crazy, he'll think you're a crazy cat later, don't roast and eat your cat body." Zhu Bajie didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

The orange cat stopped abruptly.

It turned its head after a pause, staring at He Yan in a daze, its nose and eyes, which were originally fierce and angry, froze and tangled together, looking extremely pitiful.

"Who told you to catch me!" He Yan chewed quickly, and swallowed before putting on a straight face: "I only took a small bite." He raised his index finger and thumb, and gestured in space: "It's just that one bite." Small mouth!"

"Meow meow meow!" The orange cat watched him swallow his own fishing line, opened his eyes in disbelief, and barked and argued.

"The person who attacked me last time, I ate her. Now I only bite you a bit of the fishing line. It's kind enough. Don't make trouble for no reason." He Yan was annoyed by its noise.

"Meow!" The orange cat raised its head and argued hard: "Meow meow meow meow! Meow meow meow meow meow? Meow!"

"I don't understand," He Yan spread his hands, "I don't know what you're talking about, that's it, you hook me and I bite you, it's fair."

Orange cat: "..." He Yan stared at He Yan for a long time with a look that you are not human.

It licked the cat with its small paws, and slipped away holding its broken fishing line distressedly, meowing again and again in a low voice, then plucked a few hairs from its tail, and used its claws as needles to sew up the broken fishing line .

Good guy... the fishing line is sewn out of the hair from this cat's tail?

He Yan glanced at its tail from the corner of his eye, and retracted his gaze.

Returning to nature, not attacking one's own spirit, He Yan is not willing to swallow it.

This may also be related to the teachings of the master in the previous life.

Now that I think about it, He Shoudao's purpose in raising him probably wasn't as simple as adopting a child out of kindness, and his is not ordinary... He Shoudao didn't know what channel he got the information from, anyway, he already knew it.

In addition to the grace of nurturing, there are some other purposes that are not pure in the relationship between master and apprentice.

He Yan frowned slightly, but there was nothing wrong with it. There were certain principles and rules to limit himself. Once he got used to it, he would not be restrained. In fact, it would also make him feel very at ease.

At this time, he looked at the magma below, and the signal receiver in his hand actually started beeping at the same time.

He Yan glanced at the person who wrote the letter: Zhou Qing.

This person was originally his assistant, but since the [Shanzu] Dao Ling was taken in, the base found that he didn't need extra assistants around him, so Zhou Qing was transferred back, and now he is in charge of connecting with him.

After connecting.

"What's the matter?" The black and white intertwined signal boxes on the screen were garbled for a few seconds before He Yan's chubby face appeared.

Zhou Qing breathed a sigh of relief: "Is Mr. He still in the forest? The signal transmission is very unstable."

"Ah yes," in the camera, He Yan tilted his head slightly. Zhou Qing glanced over and almost fell off his chair. He was dumbfounded: "Mr. He, are you in the magma?"

After all, Zhou Qing is just an ordinary person. Even if he has seen no ordinary card masters in the base, and warriors who can use cards to display various abilities beyond ordinary people, those can be explained by science, scientific research, Make human beings fly into the sky and escape from the ground.

But the human body, after all, is still a human body, just like other warriors, it is impossible to survive in the magma.

"That's right." He Yan turned the camera around without changing his face. Below is the steaming magma, which feels like it can annihilate a city. "Oh, by the way, my blood should not be a fish, I am a golden crow."

Jinwu Jinwu, three-legged Jinwu.

The whole body is golden yellow, turning into a great sun.

He crossed into the Great Wilderness, and when he heard the Jinwu brothers introduce himself, he said these words very plainly, as if the parents were telling the children that we are human beings, with facial features on our faces, and limbs on our bodies. Industry carries out work as prosaic.

But when you really think back to this sentence, you can feel the horror:

The great day...is the sun.

A bird - turned into the sun!

The scorching sun, shining on the sky and the earth, is his blood.

An innate inheritance... And he, He Yan, has the power of blood that can transform into the sun.

He hung the signal device on the hook of the only solid orange cat, and stared down. Under Zhou Qing's horrified gaze, He Yan fell to the surface of the magma, starting from his toes, and sank toward the magma.

"Is he crazy???" Zhou Qing couldn't understand, he felt a sudden lightness on the top of his head, and when he reached out to touch it, a hundred hairs became bald!

"He Yan is crazy, do you want to write a report?" Zhou Qing, who had a super memory and always boasted of his talent and intelligence, suddenly felt what it was like to be dumbfounded and just watch.

"Let's take another look?"

While he was trying to accept this nonsensical scene, he was already typing quickly with the other hand: He Yan was suspected of going crazy, jumped into the magma, and his life and death are unknown!

Ancient star!

An unprecedented crisis!

He Yan may be used as a line of defense against accidents and vitality. This is the plan and prediction made by the person in charge of the base all night. It is difficult to resist this crisis of the ancient star.

Maybe in the end He Banquet will bring something and create something.

But now, this more or less expected surprise... jumped out.