As usual, come back at six o'clock in the morning~~~

Holding this bellyband with daffodils embroidered on it, Lin Xun felt very complicated, especially since this bellyband still had a little warmth.

Lin Xun feels like he looks very much like Hong Shixian now, or like Brother Cheng?

No, no! It looks like a hammer!

There should be no problem with me... There's something wrong with this girl...

But this bellyband feels really comfortable to the touch. What material is it made of? Can this bellyband really block a full-strength sword strike from a Jade Pu realm swordsman?

No, no, it's off to one side. Now is the question of whether it can block the sword cultivator of the Jade Pu Realm with all his strength?

What’s in my hands now is very bad...

"Do you like it?" Looking at Lin Xun's dazed look, Bai Luoxue asked with blinking eyes, neither sad nor happy.

"Hi...I like a hammer!"

Lin Xun deliberately grabbed her wrist through her sleeve and stuffed the bellyband into the palm of his hand.

"Girl, you should keep it for yourself. If you use this kind of thing to disturb my heart again, don't blame me for being ruthless as a warrior of pure love!"

Bai Luoxue tilted her head: "But... you obviously like it very much..."

"no, I do not like it!"

"Then why is your face so red..."

"...It's hot!" Lin Xun turned around and left, going out to the courtyard to buy breakfast.

When he left the courtyard and walked to the street, Lin Xun finally woke up from the morning. After waking up, Lin Xun frowned.

Was he molested by a three-no girl just now?

In the courtyard, Bai Luoxue was still standing where she was.

The girl stretched out her slender hands as white and tender as tofu, feeling the cold wind in late autumn. She tilted her head and blinked: "The weather is obviously not hot..."

Lin Xun came back from buying breakfast and deliberately brought himself a cup of herbal tea.

I've been a little angry lately.

Yaya was sitting on the bench eating meat buns. Lin Xun wiped the oil stains from the corners of her mouth.

Yaya raised her little head, squinted her eyes and let Brother Lin wipe the oil stains from the corners of her mouth, looking like she was enjoying it very much.

Bai Luoxue, who was sitting on the other side, saw this and tried to open her small mouth, but no matter how hard she tried to open her mouth, it was still a small cherry mouth.

Following Yaya's example, Bai Luoxue took a big bite of the bun under the veil.

Under the veil, the corners of her pink lips were stained with oil stains.

The following is fang...dao...b...Come back at six o'clock in the morning, remember to refresh it.————————

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The morning in the ancient city carries the scent of jade dew, and the vendors selling breakfast are already shouting.

The rickshaw workers coming and going were busy working for a living. In the early morning of the day, they may have exercised too much last night, so there were not many dandies in sight. The whole city of Luo was in a state of simplicity and tranquility.

After leaving Huahufang, holding a small bundle in her arms, Jiang Qingshang walked on the streets of Luocheng.

Walking with the memory of her body, Jiang Qingshang, who lowered her head, was really lost in thought. Chu Yaoyao's words kept lingering in her ears.

Regarding the so-called difference between immortals and mortals, Jiang Qingshang has indeed thought about this issue.

For Jiang Qingshang, it was extremely simple to handle.

A year from now, the worst thing I can do is give up on the Holy Maiden of Zilin Holy Land. A hundred years later, when that guy is buried, the worst thing I can do is follow him.

Of course, another way is to find his reincarnation yourself, and then stay with him in the next life.

However, Jiang Qingshang prefers the first method because she can't stand life without him.

However, how can it be enough to be with him for only a hundred years? Even if we find him in the next life, will he still be the same person?

Therefore, no matter which method is used, it is not foolproof. The best way is to let Lin Pei practice with him as a Taoist couple and even as a husband and wife.

The rootless fruit is the most important, and you must get it...

but.....

Thinking of this, Jiang Qingshang couldn't help but hug the package in her arms tightly.

Countless mortals dream of becoming monks and being able to dominate a party, but Jiang Qingshang knows that monks are not that good.

The so-called monks are fighting against heaven and going against heaven. The cause and effect is too great. Even if he has himself, he will eventually encounter some troubles. Will he really like this kind of life?

"Uh-huh???"

It was fine at first, but the more Lin Xun listened, the more something was wrong...

She couldn't help but imagine that she was buried under the stone. Qing'er was sitting next to the stone, her arms wrapped around the stone, the breeze was blowing her hair, she was talking about what happened every day, with a broken look on her face.

smile...

Lin Xun couldn't help but shiver...

He must not let Qing'er know about Wangchen, and he must not let Qing'er know that he once made an engagement with Sikong Wangxing of Tianji City!

It doesn't matter what he is buried, the main thing is that he doesn't want to see Qing'er sad...

"Husband, what's wrong? Why is your heart beating faster again?"

In Lin Xun's arms, Jiang Qingshang said softly, and her white fingers slowly drew circles on Lin Xun's chest.

"Does your husband really have another woman in his heart?"

"No! I, Lin, am devoted to my wife wholeheartedly!" Lin Xun solemnly raised four fingers and said four to the sky.

If sending four was useful, then Lin Xun felt that he should have been snatched away by a wolf when he was six years old...

"Hmph...I'm sorry you don't dare either."

Jiang Qingshang closed her eyes and squeezed her little head into Lin Xun's arms, smelling his scent greedily.

"Husband..."

"exist!"

"What if... Qing'er means if, if both husband and Qing'er can practice cultivation, what would happen?"

Jiang Qingshang asked in a dull tone, not daring to raise her head and just lying in Lin Xun's arms.

Lin Xun was even more stunned. He didn't expect Qing'er to take the initiative to ask this question.

However, if you think about it carefully, it is understandable. After all, the female city lord of Luo City is a monk in the realm of golden elixir. As her personal secretary, Qing'er naturally has a lot of contact with her, so it is inevitable to have this assumption.

"What do you mean?"

In the front position, a girl with long cherry-pink hair has pale pink eyes. The girl always has a charming and gentle smile, which makes it difficult to tell her thoughts.

"Senior Nephew Su Ying, we have nothing to do with you."

Xue Tao, the leader of Blood Knife Hall, said unkindly.

"Senior Nephew Su Ying, you see, Junior Nephew Lin Xun has disappeared for more than two years, and my position as the Demon Son of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect has always been vacant."

"Yes, Junior Nephew Su Ying."

Xiao Longren from Dragon Scale Peak looked at Su Ying greedily with his scarlet eyes.

"The Demonic Sons and Saints have been indispensable to the Ten Thousand Demons Sect since ancient times. In this situation, there are only Saints but no Demonic Sons, which is against the rules."

"Hehehe... rules?"

The leader of the Magic Piano Hall, a thirty-year-old beautiful young woman, smiled disdainfully.

"According to the rules, you can only establish a demon child after you find the body of the devil, or when you are completely sure that he has fallen! Not to mention that the devil is still alive, even the old city lord of Tianji City is sure that his highness the devil will still make a comeback a hundred years later, what reason do you have to do it again?
Chapter completed!