The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

"It's true!"

Ming Jincheng stared at the shadow guard of the Ming family who came to report the news, his face looking three parts happy, four parts serious and a little unbelievable.

"Hui Clan Chief, now the news has spread throughout the world, there is absolutely no lies." Shadow Guard said, looking at Ming Jincheng, he waved his hand and then retreated into the darkness.

After a moment, Ming Jincheng raised the corners of his mouth, "Okay, that's great. His Ming family is finally in his generation and has a glorious ancestor."

In the battle between immortals and demons, talented people emerged in large numbers on all battlefields. Mingluan was said to be the family's blessing, and he never doubted that he had it. However, Ming Jincheng was very surprised when he heard Ming Fan's name.

A nearly transparent person, there is almost no trace of her existence in the Ming family, but she has come to prominence frequently in the past two years.

Now that Ming Jincheng thought about it carefully, he no longer remembered Ming Fan's appearance, but so what, the blood of the Ming family was flowing in her body, and she was a member of the Ming family.

If we say that she was lucky once and twice, what about three or four times?

He didn't believe that anyone could really have such good luck.

Furthermore, there are countless people who want to be friends with famous geniuses like them.

Ming Jincheng was thinking in his mind and had already made up his mind.

At the same time, Ming Fan was nestling in his cave, looking through jade slips and ancient books boredly. Half an egg in front of him was heated by the Red Flame Dragon Flame. The sunlight shone in, making it look unusually warm. Of course, if there were no discordant sounds, ——

"Damn girl, how dare you do this to me!"

The nine-headed demon of Shicha bared its teeth and claws, and cursed loudly.

Ming Fan smiled apologetically at it: "Be patient, our family has this condition. Although you have lost a large area of ​​the sea, you have gained friends and love. This is not misfortune, but a rare blessing."

The Shicha nine-headed demon silently stared at the small...chamber pot, shrank its body and soaked it in the water. The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became.

Return the blessing, do you want this blessing for you? !

It feels more and more now that the contract it signed was all water that was not drained from its mind at that time.

He must have been taken away from her at that time, so he was so obsessed that he ignored the entire Nine Nether Sea and left with her.

And that Qilin is just a fool and short-sighted!

Why could it be blinded by such a fool?

Ming Fan touched his nose in embarrassment and said, "Isn't this a necessity out of desperation?"

She had never raised seafood before, but the Shicha Nine-Headed Demon ordered it to be soaked in water, so she hurriedly made this move.

The lake in the Red Lotus Secret Realm has long since dried up, and she is not sure if there are other lakes.

Besides, even if it is found, if it misses by a few seconds, the nine-headed demon will die of thirst.

She obviously means well, okay? Even though the chamber pot looks ugly, it is made of pure gold, and the water in it is the essence of Tianquan that she carefully prepared.

Alas, the dog bit Lu Dongbin. It’s hard to be a good person these days.

Shicha Nine-Headed Demon: "..."

Do you dare to touch your conscience and say it again?

Ming Fan: ‘Hey, there really is no such thing as conscience. Oops, I don’t understand. I don’t understand. ’

"Is Senior Sister Ming here?"

Mingfan listened intently, and the voice sounded again.

"Senior Sister Ming, are you scolding in there?"

Ming Fan ducked out of the cave and saw a disciple of the Deacon Hall wearing the uniform of the Qingyang Sect.

"Is something wrong?"

The Deacon Hall disciple nodded and gestured: "Someone is looking for you in front of the sect. He is riding in a car and saying that he must see you by name. I am here to inform you."

Someone is looking for her? Ming Fan secretly thought to himself that she didn't have many friends outside the Qingyang Sect. As for her enemies, she probably had quite a few... whether she came to seek revenge from her or not, I really couldn't say.

Ming Fan asked calmly: "What does it look like?"

The deacon disciple shook his head; "I don't know the man sitting in the car, but judging from his voice, he is a man."

"Okay, I understand, thank you." Ming Fan returned to the cave again, ignoring what was going on outside the window and only focused on reading the letter in front of him.

It’s so funny, who said you have to see him when he comes?

If you don't report your family status, you may not be a good bird.

Besides, if you are sincere, you will come again.

Sure enough, within half an hour, three disciples came to her one after another, and their words were almost the same.

"Isn't he really your enemy?" Chi Yan Longyan covered his mouth with his tail, unable to hide the gloating in his eyes.

Although she has many enemies, she currently has no enemies other than demons.

Ming Fan glanced at it, reached out and pulled it over and stood up: "If you want to know so much, I'll reward you by going with me to see it."

Chiyan Longyan: "..." It's not necessary...

Half-eyed, he ran over eagerly, rubbed the corner of Mingfan's clothes, and looked at Mingfan pitifully.

I had no choice but to bend down and take it with me, while the nine-headed demon soaked in the chamber pot and looked after the house.

She suddenly felt like she was both a father and a mother.

Outside the gate of Qingyang Zongshan, a blue Luan bird was lying on the ground, carrying a chariot on its back, and many disciples were watching.

This blue bird is famous for its good-looking appearance and untamable temperament. Therefore, those who can use it as a mount must be extraordinary.

When Ming Fan came to the mountain gate with his sword, he put away his three spears and did not reveal his wealth. Since he was showing off his wealth, she pretended to be poor.

If the other party wanted money, of course he wouldn't have it, and if it cost him his life... she wouldn't give it to him.

"Ming, Senior Sister Ming is here."

Someone said something, and the disciples around her made way for her.

Qingyang Sect disciples, you look at me, I look at you, and then I look at the tattered Mingfan.

No, what does she want to do?

Ming Fan glanced at the luanniao and the chariot with his dark eyes, secretly thinking that they were very fancy.

Sure enough, the wealth of human beings is different, but the poor are all the same.

"I heard you want to find me?"

After a long while, a man stepped up from the blue-feathered Luan Bird. He had an elegant jade crown and handsome eyebrows.

After seeing Ming Fan, he gave her a loving smile.

"Dad..." Ming Fan rolled his eyes. This unlucky feeling was no less than seeing a ghost when he went out.

Unlucky, extremely unlucky.

Ming Jincheng didn't care at all about Ming Fan's attitude. He walked forward and raised his hand to touch Ming Fan's head.

Ming Fan rolled to avoid Pan, and Ming Jincheng's mouth froze.

"Will you still be with me tomorrow?"

"Are you okay?" Ming Fan looked at him strangely, then turned and left.

Ming Jincheng blocked her way first.

Ming Fan raised his eyebrows and raised a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth: "Why, you didn't get enough of the fight at Moss Peak last time, and this time you want to kill me at the gate of the sect?"

"As a father, I was a little impulsive last time, but the Ming family has raised you for more than ten years. There is no deep hatred between you and my daughter."

"Tsk, what do you mean, if a dog doesn't bite someone, it's not a dog, but if I scold you, I'll be your father?"

Before Ming Jincheng could get angry, Ming Fan curled his lips, and a few tears were forced out by her pinching his thigh.

"As you can see, I live a life of poverty and destitution.

My clan is poor and I am even poorer. My senior brothers, sisters, sisters, and uncles are all poor.

Dad, you care so much about Ming'er, give me five thousand spirit stones first to see how strong I am. "

"Ahem, the show is over."

Chiyan Longyan covered his eyes with his tail, unable to see, simply unable to see.

It always feels that following Ming Fan, there will always be endless humiliation and endless shame.

Not just it, the disciples of Qingyang Sect all stared wide-eyed.

Sister, although the Qingyang Sect was poor before, it is no longer close to being poor now.

You built this with your own hands, have you forgotten?