Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

"By the way, hasn't the master you invited arrived yet?" Aning licked his gums with his tongue and continued.

She thought that the old man would come in time, but she waited for most of the day and there was no sign of him.

And just such a casual sentence made the father and daughter present breathless and their hearts in their throats.

Because they contacted Immortal Master Qingyun while Aning was away, logically she shouldn't know, but now she asked.

This made them feel inexplicably guilty.

"Master... I'm afraid I'm mistaken, sister." Jiang Tingyi trembled nervously, her heart was in her throat, her eyelashes were trembling rapidly, and her eyes were still a little erratic.

"Yes, yes, no master wants to come to our house. It's a mistake, it's a mistake." Jiang Mingde also hurriedly agreed, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"Oh...that's right." Aning nodded in understanding.

She felt funny in her heart when she saw that the father and daughter, who had been quarreling in front of each other, were now on a united front.

The speed of this face change is simply faster than turning the pages of a book.

"Yes, yes." The father and daughter agreed together.

An Ning, who was silently observing the expressions of the two people, noticed the slightly unnatural smiles on their faces, and the corner of his mouth raised an imperceptible arc.

Tsk, dishonest.

She raised her hand and pinched the bridge of her nose, then slowly stood up and looked at Father Jiang across from her. Just as she was about to say something, the doorbell rang suddenly.

The three of them looked at the door, but no one opened the door, or they didn't dare to open it under An Ning's sight.

Who will open the door at this time?

Father and daughter looked at each other.

"Aren't you going to open the door?"

Aning tilted his head, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, revealing his snow-white teeth, and his bright pupils were clear in black and white, like bright stars in the dark.

As if she had received some surprise, she continued to urge: "Which one of you is going?"

"Open, open, I'll open." When Jiang Mingde heard this, he was afraid that she would regret it, so he couldn't wait to leave.

Seeing someone opening the door, Aning sat down again. She played with her fingertips and looked at Father Jiang's back with curious and playful eyes.

To be honest, she was really curious about this Qingyun Heavenly Master. What kind of person could actually set his sights on a god, even at the expense of a human life.

What does he want to do?

Father Jiang opened the door, but did not welcome the person in immediately. Instead, he held the person's hand and talked about something.

Aning could only vaguely see the exposed half of the cyan robe. She squinted her eyes, and her dark eyes were cold and cold, as if coated with a thin layer of light and shadow.

Perhaps noticing something unusual inside, Qingyun raised his eyes and looked in. His eyes met Aning's unexpectedly. Just for a moment, an unusual dark light flashed in his eyes.

Father Jiang wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Qingyun raising his hand. He shook off his sleeves and walked in, his cloudy eyes looking at Aning as if he were prey.

This girl is really not dead, which is really interesting.

Qingyun Lao Dao is a thin old man with sallow skin. There is a gloomy look on his face with crisscrossed grooves. There is an unconcealable gleam in his deep-set eyes, and there is a hypocritical smile on his face.

Aning felt a gloomy aura surrounding Lao Dao when he came in. He didn't look like a cultivator at all, but rather like a person on the verge of death.

"This must be Master Qingyun, right?" The girl asked innocently with an excited smile on her lips.

Jiang Mingde, who was following Master Qingyun, couldn't help but trembled in his heart when he saw her innocent and romantic expression, and silently glanced away without saying a word.

"Oh? Do you know me?" Old Taoist Qingyun was aroused by her words, but his voice seemed to be filled with old phlegm, making him extremely mute.

"I didn't know him before, but now I know him." Aning looked at the old Taoist priest, raised his hand and rubbed his ears. His dark eyes were as clear as glass, with an imperceptible coldness.

"The little girl talks very interestingly." Old Taoist Qingyun said with a sly smile.

Every time he took a step forward, the fluctuations in the girl's divine power became more obvious.

Qingyun stared at her straightly, with a cunning and cunning look in his turbid eyes, and he suddenly had an epiphany.

It turned out to be like this, no wonder he survived.

Since there were two people in the living room who didn't know the truth, the old man instinctively didn't want the third person to know about the matter, so he went straight to the point.

"Little girl, can you please take a step to speak?" Qingyun's turbid and hard eyes were fixed on Aning's face, and his voice was hoarse as if it had been worn by gravel. It sounded extremely uncomfortable, but it was better than his calm tone.

The less people know about divine power, the better.