I’m A Detective In The Beauty World

"Sorry, goodbye, goodbye!"

Originally Xie Lun was still a little moved, but when he heard that he needed to practice for three to five thousand years, he immediately came to a triptych of goodbyes.

"Don't be afraid, if the ability is high, you can be a teacher in three to five hundred years... It's really not good, old man, I am empowered, and it is not impossible to be a teacher within a hundred years... Stinky boy, don't run, ten years , It's been ten years now..."

With a flick of the cuffs of the veteran, Xie Lun, who was running to the outside of the cave, saw a flower in front of him, and suddenly found himself sitting on the stone pier again.

"You young man, you don't know what is good or bad. I don't know how many people outside are crying and crying to be a teacher, but what about you? Just forget it if you are not grateful, and you still run!"

Staring at Xie Lun with an old manner.

Xie Lun glared at him without fear: "Then you are looking for them, why are you not pulling me?"

"Hey, I'm so violent. No one can stop me when I come up." Old Dao rolled up his cuffs, stepped on the stone pier, and yelled at Xie Lun, like the boss of the black society. You have to accept it. If you agree or agree, you must agree to disagree."

Xie Lun drew out a gun quickly and pressed it to his chin: "Say it? Besides, believe it or not, I broke your face with blood!"

"Who is afraid of whom!"

The old Dao stretched out his hand and shook it, and a blood dagger popped out of his cuff, and he hung it across his neck: "Do you agree? Dare to disagree, believe it or not, I'll make you bloody now!"

Xie Lun: "..."

Old saying: "..."

The two people stared at each other with big eyes. After a while, they finally felt something was wrong, and they exchanged panickedly. Xie Lun put the gun on Lao Dao's forehead, and Lao Dao put the dagger across Xie Lun's neck.

"It's pretty much the same."

The two nodded in satisfaction at the same time, and then stared at the same time: "Do you believe it or not to splash my blood!"

After a stalemate for a long time, Lao Dao was the first to be discouraged: "Let's talk about it, what on earth, would you like to follow the old man as a teacher?"

Xie Lun also said helplessly: "Let's talk about it, what on earth do you not accept me as a disciple?"

"That's impossible," Old Dao's head shook like a rattle. "Don't say you are a unique genius of the sky. If you dare to refuse my guts, the old man has to accept you as a fool."

"Although I'm very happy to hear someone praise me, but the old man, the twisted melon is not sweet, I don't think we two are suitable..."

"Fart, the old man just pinched a finger, we two match very well whether it is a horoscope or a constellation, we are simply tailored for each other..."

"Stop, stop, why do you hear this so awkward?"

Xie Lun reluctantly put down the pistol, and sighed: "I'm telling the truth, old-fashioned, I am a man of red dust. There are still many beauties in the house. I don't know how many beauties are waiting for me outside the house. I don't know. May be left to practice with you for hundreds of thousands of years."

The old Dao cautiously said: "Ten years is not bad..."

"Unless it's twenty-four hours." Xie Lun looked at his watch, "I'm very tight. I can give you twenty-four hours at most."

"A day's time? A day can do a fart." The old saying screamed, "Don't talk about business, even foreplay will take ten and a half months."

He suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared at Xie Lun closely. Xie Lun had a chill all over his body, and subconsciously grasped his collar tightly: "What do you...what do you want to do? We are both men, we have self-respect!"

"Listening to what you just said, you are not willing to stay for practice because of a woman, right?"

The old Dao waved his sleeves, and instantly the cave was filled with Yingying and Yanyan, tall, short, fat and thin, colorful... all kinds of beauties.

"How about? With these beautiful women with you, let alone thousands of years, you may not be able to sleep over even tens of thousands of years."

The old man smiled triumphantly.

Xie Lun snorted coldly, and screamed directly at the old way: "Fuck off, do you think I'm such a superficial person? I'm really emotional."

While talking, he cocked Erlang's legs.

"Really affectionate? Don't you just meet a scumbag who loves one another?"

The old Tao touched his nose, hesitation for a long time, and finally stomped his feet: "It's nothing, you are not so motivated, the old man can't force..."

Xie Lun smiled in surprise: "Thank you Dao Chang..."

"...Since you can't stay, the old man can only follow you."

"Um?"

Xie Lun suddenly felt something bad.

The old way slapped the slap, those beautiful women disappeared in an instant, replaced by boxes and packages accumulated into mountains: "I will go with you as the teacher, where you go, I will go there, so that it will not bother you to talk about love, and as the teacher, I can always give you pointers. The practice of doing multiple things in one fell swoop, how good it is."

"no……"

Xie Lun waved his hand quickly: "I have an uncle and aunt on my head, which is enough for a headache, but I don't want to have another dad to control me out of thin air."

"You kid, what do you mean by tube? As a teacher, this is education."

"Stop it. Don't say anything else, you are by my side, how can I explain your identity?" Xie Lun stretched out his hands, "I can't always say when I see people, this is an old man from China, who has lived for thousands of years. The consequence of this is that you go directly into the research room to slice and study."

"You worry about this, it's simple."

Old Dao turned his hand, a thumb File size, a glass ball exuding white light appeared in his palm: "This is the secret world of Shangri-La. I usually live here as a teacher. No one else can see him as a teacher."

Sharon looked at the glass ball, blinked, and suddenly laughed: "Old guy, I said you have to accept me as a disciple, so you want to follow me out and leave this ghost place, right?"

The old Dao opened his mouth, and suddenly reached out his hand to hit Xie Lun on the back of the head, and reprimanded: "If you see through it, you don't want to say it, and you won't save a bit of face for your teacher, you rebellious disciple."

"..."

Xie Lun rolled his eyes and said, "Say, I have to turn around and take you out of here to see the colorful world outside. It's just the food expenses?"

Xie Lun rubbed his fingers.

The old truth definitely said: "Definitely, you are in charge of it. I have two sleeves for my teacher and I will concentrate on cultivating the Tao, and never keep that yellow and white thing."

"That's no more." Xie Lun shook his head, "Old way, it's not that I scare you. Now the outside world is completely ruled by capital. Without money, it's hard to do that. Originally, I barely supported my own family. Now there are more. You are directly impoverished by yourself."

"Are you extremely poor?"

The old Taoist glanced up and down Xie Lun, sneered, "Don't think you hide the money in the stomach of that scarecrow, I can't see it."

Xie Lun opened his mouth and simply sat on the ground to play a rogue: "Anyway, there is no money, I can't take you, you can figure it out."

"Unexpectedly, you bastard, you are so shameless. If you are not for the teacher and only you are a rebellious disciple, you have to clear the door for the teacher."

The old-fashioned beard trembled: "I don't have money, old man, but there is a top-level double cultivation technique. Would you like it?"

"Oh, Master, your old man will pick the key points in his words. Why talk so much nonsense? It hurts the relationship between our master and disciple."

Xie Lun Lisuo held the old-fashioned arm: "You tell me, where do you want to go, the disciple guarantees that the arrangements are properly arranged. What kind of food sightseeing will make you happy."

"It's enough as long as you are not angry as a teacher."

The old Dao sighed comfortably, threw the glass ball backhand to Xie Lun, and said in a spirited voice: "Go to Nepal first. The dead girl actually said that the teacher will never leave China, so the teacher will go to Kamar. -Taj, slap someone's face well."

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