Huh? Huyan Zhuo was stunned. He thought Qin Ming was teasing him, but his voice tone was different.


    The little white turtle looked more and more happy. The fat man looked really happy. "Your whole family is like this, or do you work hard the day after tomorrow? You look very hierarchical."


    Ha! Huyan Zhuo looked at the little white turtle in surprise: "is it talking?"


    Qin Ming shrugged: "when I invited the kings, the kings gave me gifts."


    Little white turtle coughed twice: "little doll, pay attention to your tone of voice. Little fat, you go out first. We have important things to talk about. It''s very important."


    "I''ll go out first?" Huyan Zhuo pointed to the door, or was he surprised that the spirit demon could talk? Is it a holy beast? Qin''s life is more and more bullish. With the protection of the king''s image and the holy beast! This is going against the sky.


    "I''ll talk to him first." Qin Ming is also curious about the little turtle.


    Huyan Zhuozhuo walked out of the room and closed the door gently.


    The little turtle is only as big as his fist. It looks like an exquisitely carved jade. It is full of luster. It shakes its small claws and moves its body that has been pressed for five days and nights: "those old people are very satisfied with you. You strike while the iron is hot and talk to them and go to the chain. We have something to say. If there is a problem to solve, don''t always restrict me in such a rough way, right?"


    "You have lived in the king''s tomb for ten thousand years?" Qin Ming still doubted.


    "When I was young and ignorant, I was cheated into the cave by them, and a chain imprisoned me for tens of thousands of years. Ten thousand years, what concept, there are only a few tens of thousands of years in my life, which is such a muddled waste." the little turtle raised his head, shook his head sadly, and almost shed tears when it came to the deep part of love. He slowly climbed around and shook his head: "It''s over. Let''s not mention it. Little Zu, I''m kind-hearted. If I don''t have the same experience with them, I should help them guard the tomb. But what''s the situation now? The king''s tomb is gone and they left. It''s time to let me go, but I''m tied around your neck again. Talk about things and be reasonable, isn''t it?"


    The little turtle looks very young and old.


    Qin Ming took it in his hand and held it in front of his face. "Why did the kings cheat you into the king''s tomb? Why not other spirit demons?"


    "I''m kind, I''m simple, I just turned a thousand years old, young and ignorant."


    Qin Ming can''t laugh or cry. You are a thousand years old and young: "I don''t believe it!"


    The little turtle said solemnly, "I know it''s hard for you to accept, but it doesn''t matter. Let''s make a deal. You help me open the chain, and I''ll help you do three things."


    "You''re great?"


    "Very? Hehe, that''s very powerful! Xiao Zu, I''m handsome, powerful and intelligent. Things in heaven and earth are things in the world. As long as you open the exit, Xiao Zu, I promise to help you. You won''t lose three things."


    Qin Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, and a word jumped out of his head, divine stick?


    "What''s up? Think about it. It''s inconvenient for you to keep me around. Secondly, I''m unwilling to help. You can''t help me, can you?" The little turtle is serious and his eyes are clear. But he scolds madly in his heart. In his consciousness, it seems that a little turtle jumps around and taunts Qin Ming by pointing to his nose. Hurry to say what to do. I want to be free! I want to roam around the world, I want to sleep all over the world, mother turtles, and I want to sow seeds. In particular, I have been holding it for 10000 years! Qin Ming is not in a hurry: "I''m still curious about your relationship with the kings and why you have to be tied."


    If the little turtle had been tied for 10000 years, Qin Ming seriously doubted whether he had done something that people and gods were angry with, or where he had offended the kings, otherwise why he had to tie it with a chain. It was only ten thousand years in the king''s tomb, and now he has tied it to the golden heart, obviously to "never die" and fight to the end.


    The little turtle looked at him innocently, stretched out his claws and shook his tail: "look at me like a wicked turtle? Contact those old people who are not dead, or untie them for me, or give an accurate word. How can they untie them? You can''t hang them indefinitely. What do you think of me? I''m also a turtle with self-esteem."


    Qin Ming squinted at it and suddenly felt that his posture was strange. I stared at Wang ba. He touched the chain and pressed the turtle shell. "Why can you live for thousands of years?"


    "Xiao Zu, I am immortal."


    Qin Ming suddenly said, "is the mystery of eternal life in the inheritance of Kings related to you?"


    The little turtle''s eyes flashed and then said, "how possible!"


    "What strength do you have now?"


    "I think I was a king bully who swept the clouds and the sea. How can I describe me? Let me think... Um... By the way, a big bull with Phnom Penh." the little turtle raised his head, as if he really remembered himself ten thousand years ago. His small eyes were bright and very proud.


    "I say now."


    "It''s certainly not bad. If you can make a friend like me, your ancestral grave is smoking. Steal fun."


    Qin ordered him not to spare him, and then asked, "what''s your relationship with the kings? Tell me and I''ll help you."


    "Nothing..."


    "To tell you the truth, or you''ll hang it around my neck. I don''t mind wearing an ornament." Qin Ming pulled the chain, looked at him with a smile, and realized that he was communicating with the remnant soul in the sea of Qi: "can you see through its strength?"


    "It seems... Not a turtle..." the remnant soul has awakened, or awakened a long time ago, and has been quietly observing the turtle. At the moment when the little white turtle hung on Qin Ming that day, the Shura knife in the sea of Qi made a violent clang and forced him to wake up.


    "It''s not a turtle? What is he?" Qin Ming was very worried.


    "I guess its turtle shell is a seal. Either it is not a turtle, or there is something else sealed in its shell. In short, the demon is not simple. Don''t be confused by its appearance and deal with it carefully." the ghost reminded Qin Ming that he can''t see through the turtle. In his cognition, no monster can live for tens of thousands of years, and there will be no real immortality, even in Tianting and ancient families.


    Either the tortoise is talking nonsense, or there is a big secret involved in the tortoise.


    The White Jade Turtle hesitated and said, "ten thousand years ago, I slept for so long and was confused. If you put your heart in your stomach, I won''t hurt anyone. Well, I''ll give you some benefits first."


    The little turtle said, his little paw retracted into his shell and whooshed out a spirit fruit as big as it: "do you want it? I have a lot! I still have the water of life!"


    Whoosh, whoosh, took out seven or eight spiritual fruits from the turtle shell. They were crystal clear and full of aura. They were all top-grade spiritual fruits, which were thrown onto the bed at will. "As long as you help me untie the chain, I''ll make you a friend. How much Lingbao there is."


    Qin Ming was surprised that the turtle shell had such a large capacity. Is this really a seal? "Wait a minute, I''ll try to communicate with them." Qin Ming lay in bed and closed his eyes.


    "Ha, ma''am, I''m going to be free! Free! Free!" the little turtle jumped and cried.


    Qin Ming went to bed and tried to communicate with the King Wen Jie. He wanted to know what the Little Turtle was and why it was sealed on himself. The little turtle looks very serious, but it doesn''t matter. Don''t be a threat.


    The little turtle looked at him eagerly and wanted to break the chain now.


    Qin Ming communicated for a long time, but was disappointed. Wen Jie never responded. The kings seemed to be really asleep. "They ignored me."


    "Ah? Try again."


    "Don''t you know them? They respond naturally if they want to respond. If they don''t want to respond, they don''t pay attention to what they call."


    "Ah!! you can''t do this to me!" the Little Turtle was crazy. He wanted to be free and crazy.


    "I have a way."


    "Say!" the little turtle swished to Qin Ming''s face, held his nose, put his small head in front of him, and looked at him pitifully.


    "Wang Wenjie will wake up sooner or later. Ask again at that time. You will be wronged first. How about staying with me?"


    The little turtle looked at him with a drooping head and wanted to cry without tears. "I just want some freedom. Is that so difficult? I don''t want to live. I want to die."


    Qin Ming took it off his face: "no, it''s better to come out after a long time than in the king''s tomb. In fact, I admire you."


    "Where?" the little turtle looked up.


    "You have lived in a dark cave for thousands of years. Aren''t you lonely? Aren''t you lonely? I''m afraid. How did you stick to it?"


    The little turtle suddenly cried, "I want to commit suicide, but I dare not, ah."


    Qin Ming can''t laugh or cry. She seems a little nervous.