Immortality Cultivation Era

When the singer came out of the courtyard, Tianlong was waiting outside.

"When did you come out?"

"When you sit down," said Tian Long.

"Ok."

"Look at your face, isn't it very good?" Tianlong wondered, "Is the task of the Dragon King to you, is it so difficult?"

Gao Ge shook his head.

Even if there is no mirror in front of him, he knows that his face is definitely not good.

Not because of the arduous task.

However, what the Dragon King said to him caused him a lot of impact.

All along, he felt that he had concealed himself very well, but now he turned his head and thought about it. In fact, he also neglected a lot.

Only those places that are negligent are non-manpowerable.

For example, common sense issues.

......

And this time.

Within a certain hole from the capital of the city eight hundred miles away.

Li Jimo wore a pair of black sneakers and walked heavily into the big house.

It took about twenty minutes to go around, and there was a pond in front of her. On the edge of the pond, there was a rockery. The veranda behind the rockery was nine to eighteen. Otter.

Inside the pavilion, there was a man in a black gown with a hat with a strange shape. On both sides, a black tape one centimeter long was hung on the side, just hanging in the ear and holding a glimpse in his hand. Teacup, when I was drinking tea, I habitually raised my little finger, and the posture was quite... enchanting, if it wasn't for a man who had read half a hundred, the picture might look a little better.

When Li Jimo came to the front, the man turned his face and glanced at her with a flickering look, but his eyes were a little cold.

"This is not the place you should come." When the man spoke, the voice sounded a bit sharp, and listening made people feel like a scalp.

"I don't want to come." Li Jimo said, "But this time, you have done too much."

"Oh?" The man smiled happily. "Then you might as well say that what happened to the miscellaneous family? Shouldn’t you go to the fire, or should you kill the dragon pavilion?"

"You, you shouldn't pull in the high songs!" Li Jimo's voice was as cold as ever, but when faced with the man in front of him, from the depths of her eyes, it seemed to be a bit confusing.

"High song?" The man sneered and said, "Why, he has an extra arm.

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Still more than one leg? Can a family not kill him? Besides, the miscellaneous family did not think about targeting him, but he had to stand on the side of the Dragon Pavilion and be an enemy with me. What about the miscellaneous family? ”

"..." Li Jimo licked his lips.

"Sit down first."

Li Jimo thought about it and sat down.

"Drinking tea?"

"I still like to drink coffee." Li Jimo said calmly.

"Winter drinks, it is interesting to have the tea left by our ancestors." The man shook his head and seemed to be somewhat dissatisfied.

"This is not what I meant, but also the boss. If you continue to sing high songs, I am afraid, he will also talk to you." Li Jimo said with a deep breath.

"You are taking the crusher?" The man's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he also brought great pressure to Li Jimo.

"I just have a word. What should I do? You should understand it in your own heart." Li Jimo said that he had stood up.

"Let's relax!" The man suddenly reached out and slapped it on the stone table in front of him.

In an instant, a crack appeared on the stone table, and it was still spreading, and finally it was torn apart, and basically no sound was made in the process.

It seems that the table placed in the otter is made entirely of tofu.

Li Jimo, but he did not move, not afraid.

"Hey, what do the miscellaneous family do, don't do anything, don't need to listen to him! Little girl, go back and tell the man, the miscellaneous family is waiting here, he can come to me at any time!"

Li Jimo's face suddenly sank.

"You want to rebel?"

"Rebel?" The man laughed. "He is not the master of my miscellaneous family. The master of the miscellaneous family has already died more than two hundred years ago!"

Speaking of the last few words, the tone seems to be a bit more.

Li Jimo bit his lip and wants to say something, but he doesn't know how to speak.

After all, the attitude of the other party has been very clear.

"Go back, otherwise, you won't be able to walk anymore." The man took a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped his hand. The movement was very delicate, and almost every finger did not fall.

Li Jimo looked at him deeply, no longer saying more, turned and left.

Just a few steps away, the man suddenly spoke.

"Right, little girl, the miscellaneous family asks you a question, who are you selling to?"

"Selling life?"

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"Yes."

Li Jimo frowned, seriously thought about it, and finally sighed.

"For myself."

"One good for myself, no problem."

Li Jimo no longer stayed, speeding up the pace of leaving.

Every second here, she feels uncomfortable.

Especially sitting in front of the feminine man, she is more like a needle, because she is very clear, the man has lived more than two hundred years old, and, is still a true eunuch.

After taking the last step, after going out of the winter, Li Jimo has been sweating.

"No wonder no one is willing to deal with him, it is really a weirdo." Li Jimo grinned, some dissatisfied.

After a pause, she was stunned and her eyes were worried.

"However, I have to bring the news back as soon as possible. This old monk must know that the boss has no way to do it, so it is so unscrupulous, hey, I really want to see what the old man has! ”

After that, she accelerated the pace at her feet.

......

Yue Xincheng walked away, did not know why, and returned to the Yue family.

The gentle girl has already gone back. He only said that he wanted to go around in the city and he was delayed for a while.

Going to the school, I went to the Internet cafe, and finally, I came here.

Standing in the mouth of the alley, he hesitated for a long time and did not take a step.

In the courtyard deep in the hutong, Yue Tu's eyes squinted at the paintings in his hands.

"This is the true trace of Shen Lao. Oh, it’s a pity. It’s not much different from the Xuan family. It’s too much difference, but it’s also the point of passing the gods.”

The old man holding the tobacco rod stood behind Yue Tu.

"Homeowner, the second young master is coming."

"Come on, come on." Yue Tuzhi rolled up the scroll in his hand, put it into the picture tube, and handed it to a man. "Take it up, don't break it. Otherwise, I want your head." ”

The Yue family was scared and sweated, and quickly nodded and said yes.

"That boy, what are you doing?" Yuetu took a deep breath and asked to ask Sanye.

Sanye had no choice but shook his head and said that he was not clear.

"Forget it, ask him to come in." Yuetu sighed. "Every day, I have something to say in my heart, and I am not afraid of it."

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