God-level Quick Wear: Sick Host, Ask For Light Pet

An Jingshen's words are remarkable.

Moreover, everyone present, including An Haocheng and Yang Yiyi, wanted to know the identity of the person in Room 1, so after a little thought in his heart, An Haocheng nodded and agreed to An Jingshen's words.

As the current patriarch of the An family and the head of the family, An Haocheng's cultivation is undoubtedly the highest among the six present.

An Haocheng sat on the stool, calmed down, slowly spreading his spiritual consciousness, and slowly approached the room No. 1.

In the room of Room 1, Ningmeng is lying on the table, her figure is still a palm-sized miniature, a pair of small wings are stuck on her dark back, her black tail is impatient Tossed back and forth.

Not long after she and Qi Yu came into this room, a series of divine consciousness swept into this room.

Qi Yu doesn't have half of his cultivation base, so I can't feel it, but Ningmeng is a cub of the ancient mythical beast, even if she is only a cub now, but the cultivation base is not weak.

Ningmeng noticed it when those people's consciousness glanced in.

This feeling is as if all of your privacy has been spied on, and it feels very bad!

That's why Ningmeng's heart was so irritable.

Even if the consciousness of those people only stayed in this room for a moment, but the consciousness of these people succeeded, the consciousness of this person has just left, and the consciousness of that person has come again.

Ningmeng was suffocating her breath, and her tail hit the tabletop, making snapping noises. If it weren't for the fear of interrupting Qi Yu to do business, she would have to turn all those who peeped at her into mentally retarded.

Until a new divine sense came in in the room, when Ningmeng came in, she keenly felt it.

Ningmeng felt it casually. After she discovered the source of this divine sense, who hadn't paid much attention to her, Ningmeng quickly got up from the table.

She looked up at the invisible consciousness in the air, raised one of her front paws and patted it on the table. The consciousness that had just entered the room was immediately shot away by a powerful force. Get out.

At the same time, An Haocheng in Room 7 suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof".

"master!"

"Father, how are you, dad?"

Several shouts in unison sounded in the room.

An Linglong and others all surrounded An Haocheng.

Yang Yiyi responded quickly and took out a small medicine bottle from Na Jie, poured a few pills out of it, and took it for An Haocheng.

After An Haocheng took a few pills, he felt that his internal organs, which had been burned by magma, suddenly felt much better.

An Haocheng raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, sighed lightly, and said: "This time we are too impatient. The person sitting in that room, even if it is not the alchemist, is definitely one. A man of great power."

When An Linglong and the others heard An Haocheng's words, everyone felt deep-hearted, and no one dared to speak.

As for An Haocheng, he felt heavier than these people.

His cultivation base is also considered to be ranked high in this moon city.

But just now, as soon as Divine Sense entered, without detecting anything, he was directly blasted out by the people in that room.

This may be due to the mercy of the man.

An Haocheng frowned, and there was a worrier across his eyes, only hope that the distinguished guest in Room 1 would not irritate Anjia because of this incident.

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Qi Yu: This is a good pretend, and you will get five hundred gold coins.

Stupid Jun (bow): Thank you, uncle for the reward~

Wait... the money!