I'm Not Really a Gold Saint

She can be sure that if she stays in the cemetery again, there will be endless hell waiting for her.

With Ding Li's temperament of destroying flowers and crazy demons, she will never have a good life in the future. In the future, it will not only be as simple as eating chestnuts, but maybe there will be impromptu shows such as flying together and shitting together.

But at this moment, that elegant and magnetic voice suddenly sounded in her ears: "Panxi, let me ask you again, whose disciple do you want to be?"

"It's okay, you answer seriously."

Ding Li's voice was full of indescribable tenderness and tolerance: "If you have anything to say, you should just tell the brother directly. The brother will not blame you, and Sharna will not blame you."

"It doesn't matter if you choose Magic Bell as your teacher."

As he spoke, he patted Lolita's head with his big hand, looking very doting.

This lunatic is really turning his face faster than turning a book.

Pan Xi tentatively asked, "Then... I choose Mo Ling as the teacher?"

Ding Li's smile disappeared suddenly, and he said coldly, "You should know how I will deal with traitors."

"I knew you were a little traitor, stick up your ass!"

"No!"

Seeing that Ding Li was about to pounce, Pan Xi subconsciously used hypnosis, and a black streamer appeared in his eyes.

This time, she must hypnotize this guy and make this muscular brother commit suicide on the spot.

Ding Li immediately noticed a slight strange fluctuation in the opponent's body.

He covered his stomach, turned around and sighed, "Did I eat something wrong? Why do I always feel like I'm going to fart?"

Yes, luck in the dantian, bowel movement... The jet fighter is ready to transform.

Looking at the big butt facing her, Pan Xi's tender body trembled violently. The memory of being sprayed on her face last time was still fresh and imprinted deep in her soul.

"Wow... help!"

She immediately spread her short legs and ran out of the cemetery.

Ding Li didn't go after her, but looked at the little girl with fluttering hair and deep eyes.

I don't know what the little girl did while taking advantage of her during this time, but I just hope that the other party doesn't do anything wrong in the cemetery.

It seems that I still have to find a mind-control trick to counter the opponent, preferably Saga's Illusory Demon Emperor Fist, or the Phoenix Illusory Demon Fist with a single swing.

It can't always be Splatoon transformation, can it?

###Chapter 58 Bear Child Guigui###

The sky is blue, the water is blue, watching the sunrise and the blue waves.

Ding Li sat alone by the small lake, wearing a cloak and hat, and holding a fishing rod.

He was sitting upright, calm and composed, the cloak fluttered as the breeze stirred the sparkling lake.

There is a kind of solitary shadow in the cold river, the shadow of an old friend in the rivers and lakes.

The clear and green lake is like a huge piece of emerald, and the center of the lake is covered with emerald lotus leaves, like densely packed emerald fans.

Through the surface of the water, you can vaguely see a few big fish with different colors swimming at the bottom of the water. They seem to be not small in size, and they also have the appearance of dragon beard and dragon scales, but they are hidden deep in the bottom of the water and cannot be seen clearly.

There is no hook at the top of the fishing line, not even bait.

In fact, Ding Li is not fishing, but using mind power.

Psychic power is a flexible form of combination of small universe and spiritual power, and it is also a manifestation of human willpower, which can be regarded as a mysterious and mysterious ability.

Many saints know how to use the small universe, but they can't use the power of thought. They are all stuck at the entry level, unable to improve, and unable to grasp the main points. This card may last for more than ten years, decades, or it may last for a lifetime.

Even some golden saints are unable to skillfully use mind power.

Ding Li has no troubles in this regard. Although the mental power he has accumulated is much less than the three attributes of strength, agility, and constitution, after a long period of accumulation, the value of mental power has exceeded a hundred.

It works pretty well.

If he uses his mind power with all his strength, he can carry several tons of stones, knock weak enemies into the air with his mind power, and perform special skills such as air lock throat.

And the power of thought has a considerable bonus to the spiritual energy network.

He is using the spiritual energy net to catch fish, and the spiritual energy thread formed by the power of thought extends into the water.

If you observe carefully, you can see the translucent fishhook and the translucent fishing line, which are all condensed with the power of thought.

Whoa!

The water splashed.

A big fish was caught on the surface of the water by a fishing line without a hook or bait, and its huge body was flopping, splashing water and waves.

It is very big, weighing nearly ten catties.

The fish raised in the small lake can not only improve the food, but also can be used for fishing to cultivate their sentiments and play a boring time.

In the past few days, there was no troublemaker Pan Xi, and Saga did not come to make trouble, and her life returned to peace.

Sometimes, Ding Li misses little Lolita.

The feeling of beating the big beauty Pandora and spanking her butt, just thinking about it makes people feel nostalgic.

It's really itchy.

When I find a way to restrain the other party's hypnotism, I will take Panxi back to the cemetery, and then train her well, fuck her well, hehehe...

"Ding Li, Ding Li, Ding Li!"

At this time, there was a faint shout from the direction of the entrance of the cemetery.

Call Ding Li three times at the gate of the cemetery, which means business is coming.

Ding Li put down his fishing rod, stretched himself, stood up and walked towards the stone hall at the entrance of the cemetery.

There is his reception room.

Not long after, he saw a chubby little boy at the entrance.

This young man has brown hair and wears a yellow blouse. The other party has big eyes, round face, vivid eyes, and two dots on his eyebrows.

"Gravekeeper Ding Li? I heard that you got the Pegasus Bronze Saint Cloth? You are pretty good."

Seeing Ding Li, the round-faced child immediately showed a flattering smile.

"Ghost, I know you, so I'll tell you what I have to say."

Ding Li clasped his hands behind his back and looked at him with a faint smile.

Yes, this kid is a noble ghost,

Even though the noble ghost is a child, he is actually a clever little ghost who is proficient in mind power.

Gui Gui is very talkative, but sometimes too clever and mischievous.

To put it bluntly, he is a brat with superpowers.

If the other party appears in the sanctuary, it also means that Mr. Mu is also in the sanctuary.

From this aspect, it also confirms that Saga's mental state is fairly stable.

Maybe that's why Saga didn't come to trouble her these days.

Hearing what Ding Li said, the noble ghost sighed slightly, and put on a bitter and bitter expression: "Ding Li, I have been receiving training recently, but I suffered a small injury. This time I came here specially to the cemetery, please You act to heal."

Indeed, there were several scratches and bruises on his face, and he staggered a little, probably from an injury.

Uh……

Looking at the miserable appearance of this brat, was he beaten by Mr. Mu?

Guigui is a very naughty kid, full of attributes, but possesses a natural telekinetic power, he can be regarded as a little superman.

In this sanctuary, Mr. Mu is the only one who can make his nose bruised and his face swollen.

"Small things, where are you injured, I can treat you immediately."

Ding Li was going to go to the house to get the prepared herbal ointment.

These herbal ointments are just ordinary bruise medicines. In essence, he is relying on the reverse effect of scarlet poisonous needles to help people heal. An incredible sense of comfort that anyone who has been treated will rave about.

"This, this...Actually, there is still some poison left on my wound, I'm afraid it will need to be sucked out with my mouth."

Guigui said with some embarrassment.

"Okay, let's talk, it's okay to help you suck it out."

Ding Li is elegant and easy-going, calmly said.

As a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded, there is no problem with taking some kind of poison, since everyone who comes is a customer, and this kind of service can be provided.

Besides, the noble ghost is Mr. Mu's only disciple, so it's only right to do him a favour.

"With your words, I will be saved. Can we enter the stone house? I'm a little shy."

The expensive ghost blushed and looked around.

This kid usually has a playful smile, but now he is shy?

The sun really came out from the west.

Ding Li nodded and led the other party into the stone house.

There are two stone beds in the stone house, covered with simple bedding, tables, chairs and benches are complete, there are some things like cotton gauze potion in the cabinet, flowers are placed on the table, the whole room has been scented, and it looks clean and tidy. It's a place to relax.

This is the room where Ding Li usually receives medical treatment. Aphrodite often comes to physiotherapy to relax, and because of this, he owes a lot of debts.

Medical skills and cooking skills are purely Ding Li's accumulated experience in his previous life, and now he uses them to make money, earn favors, and improve his life. It can be regarded as useful and enjoyable.

After all, the rivers and lakes are not about fighting and killing, but about the ways of the world, and Sanctuary is no exception.

Ding Li asked lightly: "Where is the injury? Let me help you suck it."

"Okay, here, this is here..."

Unexpectedly, the noble ghost immediately unbuttoned his trouser belt, revealing his big blue buttocks, which were covered in white, with two holes bleeding from purple blood, and there was a faint stench coming from it.

"I was looking for the material for the holy cloth, but I was bitten by a poisonous snake. I thought it was no big deal, but after only two days, my butt stinks."

The noble ghost pouted his stinking buttocks and turned his head, pointed and smiled strangely: "Ding Li, you must keep your word, so help me suck it!"