The first little white face in the Three Realms

"The manager is right, the old man is a liar, he is talking nonsense."

Xie Randeng was dragged all the way home by Luo Qingyao, and when everything was put down, the latter's cheeks were still puffed up.

In his words, he was quite critical of the disheveled old man, as if the old man had successfully cheated him of a hundred gold.

"Have a cup of tea and go to the fire."

Xie Randeng looked amused, took the tea on the table and poured Luo Qingyao a cup of herbal tea, and lowered Luo Qingyao's fire.

His movements are smooth and flowing, elegant like a painting.

Xie Randeng knew why Luo Qingyao was so angry, the other party was not for himself but for him.

When he was in Bai Yujing, there were always people who would question him behind his back.

Although no one said it in front of Luo Qingyao, he was born with sharp eyes and ears. Those gossips fell into Luo Qingyao's ears, and he was also very clear about his position in the Xie family's cultivation trash.

However, Luo Qingyao was still a little worried: "Don't listen to them talking nonsense about cultivating immortals, there's nothing good about it. Look at that Jiang who used to say bad things about you and blocked the door with those thugs from the gambling shop."

Luo Qingyao didn't like to remember people. After all, most of the people who provoked him had graves that were three feet high, and there was no need for him to remember them.

"Jiang Shun?"

"Yes, that's him." Luo Qingyao said, "If he was like that, he would kill the immortal they were talking about with a single poke, that's all."

Xie Randeng knew that the person who really set foot on the road of cultivating immortals was not as weak as Jiang Shun.

For example, his elder brother succeeded in building a foundation shortly after cutting off the shackles of the world. The further he went, the more he could not return to the mortal world.

According to those cultivators who came to accept disciples, the strong among them, to mortals, are immortals who can turn their hands into clouds, turn their hands into rain, and destroy the world.

It's just that the destructive power is too great to be tolerated by the consciousness of the mortal world.

Jiang Shun has just stepped into the threshold of cultivation, and he is already much better than ordinary people.

Luo Qingyao was able to stab him to death with a sword, not because Jiang Shun was too weak, but because he was too strong.

But Luo Qingyao took great pains to take care of him so cutely.

He pushed the book he bought to Luo Qingyao: "Look at this and this."

Luo Qingyao, who was successfully distracted by a sentence, opened the title page, and saw a vivid picture.

But this picture is different from his villain fighting. The character on it has fangs and sharp horns, and his face is hideous.

Look at the name: "Shan Hai Jing"

This is obviously a book about gods and gods.

Luo Qingyao was not very interested, so he flipped through the other pages of the book.

Not one, all the books his husband bought today are related to those ghosts and ghosts.

"If you can cultivate immortality, it is naturally good. Even if you can't, it is very interesting to understand these things."

Xie Randeng rubbed his white wrist with his fingertips, he was born white before, and standing in the crowd, he was dazzlingly white.

After the freezing incident that day, he became whiter. It used to be as fine and white as the freshly made Shanshui tofu flower.

Now under the sun, his wrist looks like it was carved out of suet jade.

In other words, like ice made from goat milk, it presents a translucent state.

Regardless of the monsters encountered in the city that never sleeps, or what happened that day, these are not things that ordinary people will encounter in their lives.

"I'll read these books more and remember how to deal with it. Next time I encounter something like freezing or burning, I won't be as flustered as before."

You can't be a doer, and it's the same as being a theoretical expert.

"There won't be a next time." Luo Qingyao didn't like to hear such unlucky words.

But in good conscience, he can't guarantee [-]% that nothing will happen again.

After all, my husband's ability to attract bees and butterflies is so strong that monsters can crawl out of the ground when people are sitting in the room.

Luo Qingyao came over: "I'll watch it with you."

What Xie Randeng said makes sense, and watching it together, two people can also experience the artistic conception of adding fragrance to the red sleeves.

It is best to read the one bought by Xie Randeng, and the other one bought by him.

Thinking of the contents of those pictures, Luo Qingyao's ears turned red.

A cool wind blew in from outside the yard, rustling the trees in the yard.

There is a long alley outside their yard, and a lot of trees have been planted, which are lush and lush, taller than a two-story house.

Xie Randeng glanced at the most powerful tree, in the shadow of the tree, there seemed to be something watching them.

A white kitten with a round head and a round brain poked out its extremely cute cat head, its ears trembled, and it let out a meowing sound.

The voice of the baby is childish, and the hearts of the cute people are trembling.

Luo Qingyao naturally also noticed this snow-white kitten.

To be precise, he noticed the movement on the tree from the very beginning, but Luo Qingyao ignored the other party when he didn't show his face.

Its eyes are still two-color, one blue and one yellow, very clear and beautiful mandarin duck eyes.

Who wouldn't love such a cute little kitten?

Xie Randeng's eyes stayed on it, and after listening for a while, he realized: "It seems to be trapped in a tree."

This is a kitten who should not be too old for one month. Somehow, he climbed up the tree, but he couldn't get down at all.

Luo Qingyao tapped her toes, turned over the wall with a whoosh, and climbed up the tree.

He grabbed the fur on the back of the cat's neck, then threw the cat far away, patted the cat's fur sticking to his palm, and then turned back.

"I took it to a safe place."

Luo Qingyao said: "I found a place for it that can shelter from the wind and rain."

There can only be one clingy kitten in the house, and that is himself!

As for the cat, he stuck it in one of those holes in the wall.

Luo Qingyao originally wanted to throw it into the trash, after all, stray cats often rummaged through the trash to eat.

But the garbage pile smelled, and it happened that the ancient city wall was nearby, so he disposed of the kitten nearby.

The holes in the ancient city wall can provide shelter from wind and rain, and it can be regarded as a new home for kittens.

Just for such a wild kitten, he walked a few extra steps, and the time away from his husband was also prolonged.

Luo Qingyao was about to be moved to tears by her kindness.

Xie Randeng put away the book: "It looks like it's going to rain, let's go in first."

"Mother, look, there are cats growing on the wall over there."

A little girl with flower buds tugged at her mother's sleeve, and the beautiful woman followed her daughter's little finger, and she saw an unlovable kitten stuck in a narrow hole.

After being noticed, the kitten shrank back into the cave as if frightened.

Luo Qingyao "threw him over" so fast that he didn't react at all.

The snow-white cat jumped down from the other side of the hole and turned into an old man with a white beard.

Because of Luo Qingyao's lack of cooperation, he specially disguised himself and squatted on the tree behind him to observe the situation.

Unexpectedly, these two people were very sensitive, and in a hurry, he turned into a kitten.

I can't bear to think about what happened next.

When he was being held by that hand, he was inexplicably unable to resist at all, so he let the other party move, and Luo Qingyao simply and rudely pushed him into the narrow hole in the city wall, which had turned into a cat.

Daoist Qingxu flicked the whisk, and the dust on his body was swept away.

During the time when he came to find the person with predestined relationship, other people were trying to get closer to him, not like Luo Qingyao, who repeatedly did such outrageous things to him.

This predestined person has a problem at all!It completely disrupted his planned pace and plan.

But no one in this world can resist the temptation of cultivation.

Daoist Qingxu changed his image of being an immortal, and planned to give up playing those twists and turns.

The threshold used to test people was gone, he decided not to care whether Luo Qingyao needed to sharpen his mind.

Qingxu can be sure that Luo Qingyao is born with sword bones. If he can enter the path of cultivation, he will definitely become an excellent sword repairer.

Such an apprentice, as an elder of the sect who seeks to develop the sect, he can't let him go anyway.

Now there is only one problem left.

Luo Qingyao is addicted to the love of her children, and it doesn't seem like she wants to take the road of cultivation.

Qingxu decided to put the road ahead, and wanted to cultivate the truth, so she cut off this ordinary love for him!

At night, Luo Qingyao had a dream, an extremely clear and real dream.

In the dream, there is fairy air curling up, Kyushu mountains and rivers, vast and shocking.

There was an extremely vicious male voice saying that he should cultivate the way of ruthlessness.

The ruthless way, cuts the vulgar, cuts the thread of love.

According to that voice, he asked for the Dao and longevity, and the first one to be beheaded should be his husband.