Panda’s Self-cultivation

　　 "I'm sure." Drunk Feng looked at Millhouse sympathetically, "Just as your front foot teleported away, the goblin sold your teleporting device with its back foot."

　　 "Damn, how dare those little green skins?!"

　　 "First of all, you are shorter than most goblins." Drunk wind rolled his eyes, "Secondly, for the sake of money, those little greenskins dare not do anything!"

"If you say that, then I think that if I want to go back, I can only make a new teleporter." Millhouse was very calm, "I believe that even if he sells my teleporter, the buyer I can’t take apart my space positioning beacon. With that stuff, I won’t get lost.”

"Wait, space teleport beacon?!" Khadgar found the key. "You have a clear space teleport beacon in Azeroth, right? Not based on Azeroth's sub-beacon, but A space teleport beacon that can be used in the astral world?"

　　 "Of course, how else can I achieve random teleportation in search space? The space teleportation beacon guides, the arcane crystal module supplies energy, triggers disorderly space vibration, and then finds the teleportation target according to the principle of the holy light gravity..."

"Stop, stop, I don't want to hear your **** invention principle-that's not the point!" Khadgar was very excited when he heard that there is a teleport beacon. "I just need to know that you have a teleport beacon. , You don’t need to make a teleporter again, we can jump back the entire fortress."

"Space beacon is not the point! The point is my great invention! Do you know that in order to find the gravity of the Holy Light, I used the Cametos algorithm to calculate for three months?" Millhouse finally can confide his hard work, mouth I couldn't stop at all, "In order to calculate the data, I constantly use the wake up day and night, just the demon you have to deal with-if I have full mana, I can kill him alone!"

　　 "Cut the Throat Hand!" Drunk Wind couldn't bear the rumors of Millhouse.

　　 "Uh..."

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　　 Drunk Wind carried Millhouse and found Mulu with Khadgar.

　　 "Your Excellency Mulu, he really has Azeroth's space beacon-does it mean that we can go back?"

　　 "I'm very lucky." Mulu exudes a cheerful radiance, "Then let me talk to this little guy alone."

　　 Drunk Wind released his hand, and the freed Millhouse jumped three feet high.

　　 "You, **** paper man! Who do you say is the little guy? Your whole family are little guys! Now, Uncle Millhouse is angry!"

　　Speaking, Millhouse rubbed the Frostbolt.

　　 Khadgar just wanted to use a countercast to interrupt Millhouse's casting, but was stopped by Drunk Wind.

　　 "Just leave this alone, and leave him to Naaru-I believe Lord Mulu can solve this problem."

　　 While speaking, Drunk Wind pushed the doubtful Khadgar out of the room, and closed the door smoothly.

　　 "Are you sure Master Mulu can really persuade that dwarf? I always feel that guy is very stubborn and not easily persuaded."

　　 "You have to believe in the Naaru, they are the incarnation of the Holy Light." Zuifeng is full of confidence, "For them, it is their job to persuade others, and the power of their language is not under my cooking skills."

　　 "Well, I can only hope that." Thinking of drunken cooking, Khadgar shrugged.

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　　 After waiting for a long time, Mulu finally let Millhouse out. The dwarf who had been educated by Naaru, his listless performance was very different from the past. To be precise, Millhouse is now in a trance.

　　 "Hey, Millhouse!" Drunk Feng waved his hand.

　　 Before Drunk Wind could continue talking, Millhouse interrupted him.

"Stop talking, I promise you, use my space positioning beacon to send everyone back to Azeroth, please, please let me be quiet for a while-the kind of quiet from the bottom of my heart, I can't bear it anymore Naaru’s mouth broke, the point is that these messy thoughts still appeared in my heart! Uncle Millhouse is about to vomit!"

　　 Zuifeng was stunned. He had no idea that Naaru would persuade Millhouse in this way. This was really "persuasive".

　　 But anyway, since Millhouse agreed, things are much easier.

　　 Finally, when Zuifeng and Onyxia sat together on the dark gate to watch the stars, Millhouse finally returned to normal.

　　 Accompanied by Mulu, Millhouse came to the control hall of Storm Fortress.

　　 For Drunken Wind and Onyxia, who are having fun on the side, they can only feel the warm glow of Mulu. But Millhouse Snow clutched his head in pain.

　　 "Okay! I know how to manipulate these."

　　 "I swear by everything I have, I will never press it!"

　　 "You have told me about the process many, many times, and I don't want to listen to it anymore!"

　　 "I just want to go home quickly and sleep comfortably, instead of dealing with those **** broken thoughts coming out of my heart!"

The drunk wind hugged Onixia, watching with interest Millhouse operating the complicated machine~www.ltnovel.com~ At this time a thought came out of his heart: "Naru has no hands, Draenei How do you control the spacecraft?"

　　 seemed to feel the craziest doubt, Mulu turned to the drunk wind, exuding a calm light.

　　 "Of course I will be in charge and Vinylon will operate it. Unfortunately, now that Vinylon is absent, I had hoped to keep this little guy-but it seems that he doesn't like me, and the Holy Light will not be difficult."

　　 Before Zuifeng laughed, the huge storm fortress suddenly moved, and Zuifeng closed his eyes subconsciously. In the next instant, the Storm Fortress disappeared from the Dark Portal.

　　 When Drunken Wind opened his eyes, he felt as if he was in the endless starry sky, and Onyxia beside him exaggeratedly opened the wings behind him, as if he was about to take off.

　　 Drunk Wind quickly patted Onyxia on the shoulder. The Black Dragon Queen woke up in embarrassment and looked around subconsciously, only to find that most people were looking at the mysterious star world outside the window, which relieved her mind.

　　 Suddenly, the sky was spinning around, making Drunk Feng feel as if two hundred tumblings were coming on the spot, and the magic pancakes he ate in the morning were about to vomit out.

　　 Fortunately, this pain did not last long. Soon the storm fortress stopped and appeared in a lush forest.

　　 "It looks familiar." Drunk Feng helped Onyxia slapping her chest while thinking about where it was, "Where did it go?"

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