Game Tycoon Reborn

And this kind of air is extraordinarily fresh and refreshing, and in the perception of practitioners, it can also be described as full of vitality.

This small valley full of colorful flowers is the most energetic place in Myanmar.

Every time Abu comes here, he feels very comfortable, because it feels better than the mansion where they live.

And every time he comes here, he will have a faint pride, because among the disciples of the divine master, only he, Abu, can come here and directly face the A Jianglong who is more respected than the divine master Somerone grown ups.

Although he is a disciple of the god master, he is very clear that if the god master Someron is a rare great practitioner in the world, then Lord Ajianglong is the god in the hearts of Burmese people.

At this moment, he was about to meet this great god again, and Abu was still very excited, very excited every time.

Because he believes that as long as he continues to stay devoutly in the place closest to the gods, one day he will have the opportunity to become a god.

Chapter 637 Dividing Souls Down

After waiting quietly in front of the thatched cottage for two full hours, Abu was not at all dissatisfied. In his heart, as long as he could see Master A Jianglong, it was enough.

Master Ah Jianglong has so many important things, and meeting himself is just the smallest and most insignificant thing among them.

squeak!The cottage door opened.

"Abu, I've been waiting for a long time, come in!" A soft and clear voice came from the cottage.

Abu trembled all over with excitement, he recognized the voice of Master A Jianglong, but he didn't expect Master A Jianglong to speak to him in such a polite tone with respectful language, he was flattered!

Abu strode across the threshold and walked into the cottage.

This thatched hut is the residence of Lord A Jianglong. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have imagined that A Jianglong, the great master who is revered as the god of Burma, lived such a simple life.

There are no extra objects in the thatched cottage, and the profound meaning of breaking away has been brought into full play.

As before, there are only one seat, one chair, and a few futons in front of me.

A Jianglong sat cross-legged on the straw mat, his eyes shone like stars, exuding profound and moving wisdom.

It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, but Lord A Jianglong's eyes seem to contain the entire universe. His gaze is so far away that it is unforgettable at first sight. Even his original appearance is easily overlooked. .

No one has ever sat on the chair in front of the straw mat, because it is the hospitality of Mr. A Jianglong. Only the guests who are really recognized, the guests who are considered by Mr. A Jianglong to be able to communicate with him on an equal footing, can Qualified to sit on that wooden chair.

The rest of the futons are where disciples like Abu sat down when they were honored to be received by Master A Jianglong.

With a humble attitude, Abu sat down on one of the futons honestly.

"Honorable Master Ajiang Long, my teacher Somerone asked me to bring you a gift." Abu lowered his head and said loudly.

"I already know. Abu, stand up and sit on that chair." A Jianglong said slowly.

Abu was taken aback when he heard it, and he didn't understand Master A Jianglong's meaning, but he still stood up obediently, and sat down gently on the wooden chair.

As soon as his butt touched the chair, Abu suddenly realized that in the eyes of Mr. A Jianglong, am I already a person who can communicate with him on an equal footing?This, how is this possible?

Involuntarily, Abu raised his head, and looked at Master A Jianglong with a puzzled face.

"How long have you been a disciple of Somerone?" A Jianglong had a special expression on his face, with a half-smile, which made it impossible to see his true intentions.

"My lord, it's been six years!" Abu replied tremblingly.

"Very good! From today onwards, you are no longer a disciple of the divine master." A Jianglong said lightly.

"What?" Abu was surprised and almost jumped up from the wooden chair.

"From

From now on, you are a god teacher! "A Jianglong blinked his eyes, seeming to be asleep, but Abu could hear the voice coming from his mouth clearly.

"Me? A god teacher?" Abu was stunned and muttered to himself.

Suddenly, A Jianglong raised his arm and pointed out lightly.

This point is in the void, and there is at least three meters away between A Jianglong and Abu, but Abu is shocked to find that Lord Ajianglong's fingertips have reached his forehead.

He instinctively wanted to avoid it, but before he had time, A Jianglong pointed at the center of his forehead, and it happened to be the spot where Lu Menglin pointed to kill Somerone and pierced the front of his forehead.

Could it be that there is a definite number in the dark?

Obviously, this is not a coincidence of fate, but a deliberate arrangement.

When Abu was pointed on the forehead by A Jianglong, the expression in his eyes quickly dimmed and turned into a dead silence.

Soon, in a very short period of time, black crack tattoos began to appear on Abu's face, and these tattoos spread rapidly, reaching his head and neck soon, and then spreading all over his body.

And Abu's body is also constantly twisting, in a weird and abnormal posture, from part to whole, it is twisting.

It was as if there was something hidden in his body, surging crazily, trying to break out of the shell.

And A Jianglong, who witnessed all this, acted extremely calm and unmoved, as if everything was expected.

The black cracked tattoos on Abu's body are constantly growing, and at the same time, they are also constantly cracking, stretching his dark skin to reveal pink tender flesh.

A Jianglong sat on the straw mat from the beginning to the end, motionless, but watched the scene with great interest, as if seeing the magnificent natural scenery, with an indescribable joy in his eyes.

This splitting process lasted about 8 minutes and finally ended.

Abu's body was cracked, and a large amount of blood flowed down his limbs, soaking most of the floor of the thatched cottage.

At this time, Abu straightened his back, twisted his neck first, then opened his mouth, and issued a dry syllable from his throat.

There was only a wow sound, and a mass of black blood clots spit out from Abu's mouth.

"How long will it take to get used to it?" A Jianglong said suddenly.

Abu stared at him, but there was no longer the awe in his eyes, and he grinned, showing a strange smile.

"It's done now! Thank you! My dear brother!" Abu said word by word in an extremely hoarse and ugly voice.

A Jianglong shook his head, frowned and said, "Go out and clean it up! You've made my place dirty!"

Abu, or Abu whose body was occupied, nodded, saluted A Jianglong, turned around and walked out of the thatched cottage.

A gust of wind blew past and gently closed the thatched cottage door.

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Master A Jianglong, who was admired by thousands of people in Dian Kingdom, actually got up from the straw mat, then bent down, and personally wiped the blood on the floor.

His expression is so focused, and his movements are so skilled and standard, even the best part-time aunt can't compare.

If anyone in the thatched cottage could see this scene at this moment, they would probably think that it was a miracle, because Lord A Jianglong's hand was empty, and there was no such thing as a rag.