Xiu Ruqin Dao cannot fall in love [Transmigration Book]

Xiaotuanzi was very obedient, gnawing on the tender bamboo in Mingzhi's arms, and after being touched by Yuanchu a few times, he just raised his head and glanced at him, then continued to gnaw on its bamboo.

This made Yuan Chu very happy. He rubbed his hands and looked at Mingzhi excitedly: "Uncle Mingzhi, can I give you a hug?"

Mingzhi wanted to hand it over, but just as he was about to hug Tuanzi's hand, he hugged it even tighter.

Facing the resistance of his own body, Mingzhi was stunned for a moment. He looked at Tuanzi's trembling hairy head, looked at Yuanchu, and shook his head: "Maybe not."

"Ah?" Yuan Chu was puzzled, "Why?"

"No reason." Mingzhi's palm was sunk in the thick and fluffy tuanzi, his eyes fell on the back of his hand, and he said flatly, "I just can't."

Mingzhi's current mood and attitude, Yuanchu is completely uncertain. Hearing this, Yuanchu didn't continue to ask, nor did he continue to want to hug the dumplings, but just looked at the dumplings like this, and touched them after a while. a few.

"You just said you have something to tell me, what is it?"

Ming Zhi raised his eyes, a pair of cold and desireless eyes reflected Yuan Chu's figure.

"...It's nothing." Yuan Chu's expression was a little sad, he looked away, "I just want to ask, do I want to participate in the martial art competition of the Immortal Alliance Grand Competition?"

Ming Zhi said: "As you wish."

"My master said the same thing." Yuanchu scratched his cheeks and said embarrassedly, "I originally wanted to not lose face of my master and go to the sect competition, but after seeing the small competition in the sect before, I think I still don't want to." It's better to lose face. What do you think, uncle?"

Mingzhi listened to him quietly, and said: "You have made a decision in your heart, so you don't need to ask me any more."

Yuan Chu was choked for a moment, pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Mingzhi held the giant panda cub like this until the sun went down, the night light began to light up, and then he let go of the dumpling and gave it to the little prince who had already yelled and yelled dissatisfied.

Back at the Cold Pavilion, Mingzhi walked into the main hall, the smooth surface of the bricks paved with white jade could reflect a clear reflection of people, and a chill filled the hall.

Mingzhi raised his eyes, and saw Han Yi holding Xiaobai on the main seat at a glance. Under the faint blue firelight, Han Yi's expression was sunk in the darkness, the light and shade were unclear, and he couldn't see clearly.

Mingzhi stepped forward, raised his head, and called out: "Master."

"Where did you go?"

The temperature in the hall dropped again and again, and then Han Yi's voice sounded.

Mingzhi replied: "The disciple went to Lord Yangyan's residence."

"..." The Han Pavilion fell into a suspicious silence. After a long time, Han Yi said, "Go down."

It could be heard from his voice that Han Yi seemed quite tired.

"Yes." Ming Zhi didn't seem to notice anything, turned around and went back to his room.

Back in the room, Mingzhi took Xiao Feijiu in his hand, then began to meditate on the bed, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, and circulated the whole body's true energy.

Tomorrow is the Immortal League Competition.

Little Fat Jiu is about to end his dormancy.

Ming Zhi thought, soon he will be able to cultivate the ruthless way, soar up and go home.

This night is destined to be uneven.

In another room, Gu Yichen was sitting in front of the desk, with one hand resting on a black book, and the four hands tapping the cover rhythmically, but his eyes were not on the book, but on another book. On a treasure in one hand.

After staring at it for a long time, Gu Yichen gradually gathered his five fingers, under the flickering lights of moths flying towards the flame, his expression was dim.

Next to the black-skinned book, there are spiritual treasures of various attributes in order, and evil energy and spiritual energy are mixed into chaos.

The entrance to the Innate Secret Realm that Taotie Guoshi is going to open this time is in the Extreme Winter Realm, so the Immortal Alliance Grand Competition is also arranged in the Extreme Winter Realm, hosted by the current person in charge of the Extreme Winter Realm.

Han Yi, as the nominal but not in charge of the Realm of Extreme Winter, returned to her home like a fish in water, and Wuwangshan and others received the highest treatment.

"Brother is out."

It was a man with picturesque eyebrows and a jade-like face who came out to welcome the Wuwangshan group. When he saw Han Yi, his eyes lit up immediately, as if reunited after a long absence, he greeted him with joy.

"Yan Lian." Han Yi called out.

The man named Yan Lian was very excited when he heard the words. He was about to pull Han Yi's hand, but was blocked by Li Qingshan who was following Han Yi.

I saw Li Qingshan suddenly squeezed between the two, holding Yan Lian tightly with both hands and stretching out his hand, he said loudly: "Master Yan, I haven't seen you for a long time, your voice and appearance are still the same, think about it since the last time We haven't seen each other since the Immortal League Competition hosted by Liuxian Valley."

Li Qingshan completely ignored Yan Lian's expression as if he swallowed a fly, and talked like a good brother.

"Li Qingshan, let go." Yan Lian is worthy of the same lineage as Han Yi. Although he is not an ice spirit root, but he has lived in the extreme winter for a long time, and the cold air released from his body can freeze people severely. He said coldly Looking at Li Qingshan, lowered his voice, and said coldly in a voice that only two people could hear, "If you don't let go, I will chop off your hand."

In the end, Yan Lian raised the corners of her mouth, sneered, and added: "I will do what I say."

Li Qingshan quickly let go, wiped his clothes casually, and said: "Master Yan, could it be that he blamed me for not coming to talk to you for a long time, as you know, Wuwangshan is busy with many things, I really want to go..."

"If Master Li Shan is sick, you must remember to take the medicine on time." Yan Lian listened to him swallowing Lord Yan, his eyes became colder, "Look at you, you are so sick, even my master in the Extreme Winter Realm is sick. I forgot who it was, that’s all, I don’t mind emphasizing it again, my senior brother—Han Yi, is the master of the Extreme Winter Realm.”

"Huh?" Li Qingshan had a strange expression on his face, "The Lord Yan is the one who is so sick. My junior Hanyi is clearly the Elder Tianji of my Wuwang Mountain. When will you be the master of the Extreme Winter Realm?" , I am afraid that Lord Yan is not sick enough to think that he is still alive hundreds of years ago?"

Han Yi didn't care to listen to the two of them quarreling, and motioned for Ming Zhi to lead Gu Yichen to follow him.

During the period, Yan Lian saw Han Yi leaving and wanted to catch up, but was caught up again by Li Qingshan.

Yan Lian looked at the noisy Li Qingshan in front of him, snorted coldly and went to receive other sects. He thought that Han Yi was in the extreme winter now, and he was not in a hurry. Yi returned to the land of extreme winter.

Han Yi took them to their former residence, and wanted to arrange affairs with Mingzhi, but after Mingzhi asked about his residence, he took Xiao Feijiu, who was still asleep, and hid in. Once the door was closed, no one was there. reason.

Gu Yichen stood by the door and looked at Han Yi with a sincere smile: "What is the master's order?"

Han Yi didn't even look at Gu Yichen, turned around and went back to her room.

Gu Yichen had long been used to Han Yi's ignorance, he watched Han Yi's back disappear from sight, turned around and touched Ming Zhi's door with his forehead, and asked, "Master, will you come to see the Immortal Alliance competition in the future? "

"Naturally." Mingzhi's voice came through the door, "I should be present at the Dabi of the Immortal League."

When Gu Yichen heard Mingzhi's words, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and there was a hint of satisfaction in his morbid smile.

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