"No, no, you are my god!" Ming Tan wanted to slap his mouth twice.

The Shen Liuji looked slightly moved, and he vaguely guessed the identity.

In the heartthrob novel, any excellent man loves Su Baiche and cannot.

The leader of Daqian Sect, Ming Tan, is naturally no exception.

His transformation was quite special. At the beginning, he was a super admirer who was sinking and loud. For the sake of the gods he mentioned, the three parties attacked Su Baiche four times. The most shocking time was that he used the ghost art to exchange his life for his life, which almost brought the novel to a finale!

However, he still couldn't escape the law of true fragrance. Later, he was influenced by Su Baiche and became another powerful admirer.

And facing the former gods.

Sorry, the fans turned into black, and the one who stepped back was particularly powerful.

The occupational disease is coming.

It is absolutely not possible to turn fans into black people or something, that is an insult to his strength!

What's the best thing to follow Su Baiche?

If Zhou Xuanlan is not dead, you are cannon fodder after all.

It’s better to follow him honestly to do a career, develop a great sect, study ghost arts, and become a ghost master is not a dream.

Shen Liuxiang looked around and walked to the side of the road, broke small pieces of willow branches, tied a knot, and made a bracelet.

"Give you a gift of meeting," he handed it to Ming Tan.

This gift can be said to be very perfunctory, but Ming Tan suddenly breathed rapidly, and his heart was about to jump out.

Immortal Lord gives him a gift?

"But I'm not worthy of such a precious thing!" Ming Tan's eyes were filled with tears, and he felt that there was no regret in this life.

The sinking sounded: "Then I'll throw it away."

"No!!!" Ming Tan snatched his heart and snatched it, putting the willow chain in his arms like a child protecting his cub. "Immortal Lord, don't hurt it, come to me if you have any anger."

Chen Liuxiang was famous for his fans, but he acted very kindly in the face of the only fan in this world and asked if he wanted to peel lotus seeds with him.

The secret talks cannot be obtained.

When I arrived at the lotus pond, I didn't let Shen Liuji move, and I didn't even need spells, so I had to peel them with my own hands.

The sound of the sinking sound was so happy that it was almost done. I wrapped a lotus leaf with lotus leaves and said in a lotus, "I will cook lotus seed soup tonight and I will give you a bowl, but it's a pity that there are no treks and red dates."

Ming Tan: "There are towns scattered near Qingling Sect, just buy them."

The sinking sound was not hidden at all: "There is a shortage of money in the pocket."

Ming Tan said nothing, pulled down the storage bag on his waist, and the spirit stone poured out like flowing water. "The land of Daqian Sect is not good, everything is missing, but there is only one spirit ore that does not lack spirit stones. Immortal Lord will accept it and I will send some to you some later."

The sinking sound waved his hand: "It's not appropriate."

Ming Tan was silent for a while, grabbed a spirit stone, and shattered it with a "click" and said, "Since the Immortal Lord doesn't want it, these spirit stones will have no value. I'll send them on the way."

Sinking: "..."

You are so lucky that you are a bastard, I want to send you on your way!

"I'll take one piece, and you can save the rest for me."

Ming Tan nodded and said yes, then carefully put the spirit stone back into the storage bag.

The crystal clear spirit stone in his hand was sounding, "I will not receive any reward without any merit. I will guide you for a few days after you stayed in Qingling Sect and walk around."

Ming Tan was flattered: "Is it really OK?"

Shenliu nodded.

At night, Zhou Xuanlan finished his practice and returned to Chaoyun Peak. He saw the sound of the room being pitch black and there were no lights.

He frowned and remembered what Bai Ri Ling Jinye said: "I saw Chen Xianjun and Daqian Sect Master peeling lotus seeds in Wuwang Valley. The two of them looked very familiar. Did they know each other before?"

He couldn't answer this question.

If you think about it carefully, he and his master did not have much interaction, but it is always great if no one disturbed his practice.

After two or three days, Zhou Xuanlan practiced on the banks of Juechun River.

The sunset shone on the white gravel, shining brightly, Ling Jinye was on the side, rubbing his arms and complaining: "Master asked me to pick peach blossoms for him every day, so tired that my back hurts. Xuanlan, it's better for your master, he didn't let you do these chores."

Zhou Xuanlan drooped his eyes slightly and inserted his sword into the gravel.

No comment.

The master recently went out early and returned late. He could not see anyone in Chaoyun Peak. Occasionally, he ran into somewhere in the sect, and there was always a great thousand sect leader next to him.

Seeing him, I was so cold that I didn't even say a word.

Zhou Xuanlan felt a little uncomfortable, so he closed his eyes, put aside his mixed thoughts, and devoted himself to practicing hard.

The moonlight is dim and the night is as bright as ink.

Zhou Xuanlan deliberately delayed returning to Chaoyun Peak a little more than usual, but never thought that there was no light in the room when the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the room.

He stared for a while, a hint of self-deprecation appeared on the corner of his lips.

Soul-protecting clothes, practicing spells, holy fruits...

He lost it after using it. He is such a perfect master.

Zhou Xuanlan shook the coldness in his eyes and turned back to the room. The moment the door opened, his eyes condensed.

Chaoyunfeng has many rooms, but the furnishings in the room are extremely simple, with only basic beds, beds, tables and chairs. After Zhou Xuanlan checked in, he never added items, so although the room was extremely spacious, it was very simple.

But at this time, the interior was completely renewed.

There was a long case near the window, and a treasure pavilion appeared out of thin air beside the wall, and a small golden incense burner spitting out a faint fragrance at the corner.

Zhou Xuanlan stepped into the inner room and saw the veil embroidered with gold threads shining faintly with fine golden light in the dim light.

"Clang ding ding ding ding ," the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the veil, and the head appeared, holding a fire-burning candle in the hand as white as jade, "The birthday is here!"

At the end of April, Zhou Xuanlan’s birthday.

It’s not that Chen Liuxiang remembers it clearly. He really saw Zhou’s fan’s powerful ability, and he couldn’t forget it. All the black fans in the Book Review Tieba Forum were killed on that day, and the slaughter was not left.

These days, Chen Liuxiang was thinking about this matter and asked Shang Mingtan to go to the surrounding towns and pick up gifts with him.

I haven't chosen the one I like for a long time.

By chance, I remembered a small car that drove in the original work - the bed curtain swayed lightly, and the flowers embroidered with golden silk were placed on my thin wrist. The slender and white fingers clenched the curtain tightly and trembled. At some point when the lust reached its peak, my fingertips, which had been white in the white, suddenly tightened, and pulled the golden curtain down...

This reminded Chen Liuxiang. Although it was not written in detail in the book, Zhou Xuanlan seemed to have a special liking for shiny things.

The huge bedroom in the later period was like a big treasure house, with gold nuggets and spirit stones piled up everywhere, shining with dazzling light everywhere.

It is not a false statement to hide the beauty in the golden house.

After a while, I bought a basket of gold-inlaid items in Zhou Xuanlan's house as a gift.

"Come and blow the candle." He said.

The wax oil is almost flowing to the palm of your hand.

Zhou Xuanlan leaned over and looked closer, his eyes fell on the master's face. With the candlelight, he saw the delicate eyebrows and eyes clearly, which was so beautiful against the halo.

"Thank you, Master." His eyes drooped slightly, and after saying that, he gently blew out the candlelight.

Birthday? Zhou Xuanlan did not.

If you don’t know where you come from, you should have no birth date.

But since Master thinks today is, it will be from now on.

The sinking sounded back to the room and shook his head helplessly.

My apprentice is so obedient that he can blow the candles, and he obviously doesn't know why he is like this.

I originally planned to take advantage of Zhou Xuanlan's failure to grow up and take advantage of his opportunity in advance, so as not to join forces with Su Baiche to get him together, but in the face of such a good disciple, I could not take action at all.

"I can't do it!"

A roar of roar was heard, and he fell on the bed with no desire to fall.

I ate the lotus seeds I peeled last time as sweet beans, and I went to Wuwang Valley again. I didn’t expect to run into Su Baiche on the way.

He wore a snow-covered shirt and hugged Zhang Guqin before he came back after playing the piano for Ao Yue. When he saw the sound of the sound of the sound, he looked slightly surprised, and then he chuckled, "What is the Immortal Lord coming to Wuwang Valley?"

The sound of the sunken flowing raised his hands and gently shook the lotus seeds wrapped in the lotus leaves: "Do you drink lotus seed soup? I will bring you a bowl of it when the time comes. I think you will like its taste."

I heard that the white lotus and lotus seed soup are the best match.

Su Baiche declined politely, nodded slightly, and passed by him.

After leaving his sight, Su Baiche lowered his face, pinched the tail of the piano with his fingertips, and said coldly: "You mean, the Holy Ming Fruit is on him?"

Tong Xi: "I feel the breath of spiritual fruit."

Su Baiche's eyes were filled with haze.

The spiritual fruit that he was thinking about was stolen, but Ling Ye did not investigate it. Now it seems that it is clearly covering up the sound of the sinking sound.
To be continued...