God of nature draws his sword

Is it in the Central Plains?

Why does this name sound familiar?

Lin Xuan fell into deep thought, how could he know everything?He specified something wrong.

Could it be the psychological effect caused by not being in contact with modern society for 20 years?

The young man staring at the door in thought fell into Toru Amuro's eyes, as if he was reluctant to let the suspect leave.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh. After years of separation, he finally reunited. As a result, this person stared at the stranger with wrong eyes, and pretended not to know him, extremely indifferent.

"Xuan...Mr. Lin."

When Lin Xuan turned around, it was the lying waiter.

Faxiao or something is just a false memory. If he is an ordinary person, this kind of memory may be taken seriously after being injected, but he is no longer.

Seeing these illusory memories, he would just laugh it off, but the other party obviously took it seriously, with a look of unspeakable concealment, wanting to get close but not daring.

Lin Xuan rested his fingers on the hilt of the sword, and gently rubbed the top with his index finger, "What's wrong?"

Toru Amuro opened his mouth. In fact, there was nothing wrong. He just wanted to stop Lin Xuanyi and say a few words, but looking at the strange eyes of the other party, he couldn't speak a word, so he could only forcefully smile: "It's nothing, I just want to ask, how did you spot the murderer?"

Regarding this case, although he already had speculations in his mind, Lin Xuanyi solved the case too quickly, many of his ideas were too late to be confirmed, and everything was over.

Lin Xuanyi pointed to his ear, did not speak, looked up at the sky with an inscrutable look, and then said to Jiang Guling: "Goodbye."

"Ear?" Amuro was taken aback, before Lin Xuanyi had time to continue asking, Lin Xuanyi's back disappeared into the crowd.

call……

Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, and shook off, asking him to explain how to solve the case, isn't it fatal?If he can speak Japanese, he can make up nonsense, but he can't. Could it be possible to communicate with sign language?

Moreover, the body structure of Toru Amuro and Chuya Nakahara seems to be somewhat different. Simply put, Chuya Nakahara looks better than Toru Amuro.

If you want to make friends, of course it is better to find someone who can fight with him.

He was walking down the street and stopped outside a shop.

Exquisite cakes were placed in the window, and the milky white cream was rolled into small rolls to form exquisite decorations. The sweet smell slipped out from the crack of the door and rushed into Lin Xuanyi's sensitive five senses.

it is good!fragrant!what!

Lin Xuan swallowed, obviously he had already eaten bigu, but... But there was no such kind of cake in the previous world.

It is impossible to do it by yourself. He and his master know nothing about cooking. The two generations of Sword Immortals are, as their names suggest, dew-drinking immortals.

But this is forced, the food of the cultivator is not tasty, there is a smell of oily smoke, most of the monks after bigu will not touch it again.

It's 20!

A full 20 years!

The cake has been gone for 20 years!

"First... sir? Do you need anything?" The waiter looked at the young man who was drooling at the window and tried, "Do we have a discount today?"

Lin Xuanyi touched his pocket with a fluke mentality, but there was nothing!

"excuse me."

The young man turned around and left, I'm sorry, little cake, I'll come to see you when I have money!

He's an adult now, so he can't open his mouth to ask his father for money, but where can he live on his own?

Immortal cultivation, what's so good about cultivating immortals?

If the major is not suitable, it is difficult to find a job.

"You can buy a lottery ticket." The world consciousness said, "Although Dad won't give you money, you can buy a lottery ticket. With the luck of being in a secret realm wherever you go, you will definitely win."

Well said, but where does the money for lottery tickets come from?

The world consciousness is silent, what you say, what you say makes sense...

As soon as Lin Xuan walked from one street to another, a dark figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

His long silver hair was suppressed by a top hat, and with his footsteps swaying behind his back, he walked on the sidewalk like a gangster patrolling his territory.

Then I saw this very imposing elder brother reach into his pocket, take out the cigarette case and lighter, a piece of paper fell to the ground following his movements, and was blown by the wind, and floated in front of Lin Xuan's feet stop.

I picked it up and saw that an unknown man was printed on it, and 1000 was printed on the upper left corner.

Lin Xuan's eyes lit up, he found the money!

But, but... the owner is right in front, so it's better to return it to him, right?However, he is penniless now, and with this start-up capital, he can buy lottery tickets, what should he do?

Lin Xuanyi squeezed the 1000 yen in his hand, and the flat banknote was crumpled.

Listening to the movement behind him, Qin Jiu finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned around, "You..."

"This thing is destined for me!" Lin Xuan uttered a sentence in Chinese in a hurry, which is what Western gods say when they rob people.

"What?" Qin Jiu raised his eyebrows, and glanced at the young man's hands behind his back.

There was money he dropped on purpose.

The man turned two streets, stood outside the store, swallowed at several small cakes, but didn't go in to buy them, no matter how stupid he was, he could see that he didn't bring any money.

Still the same as when I was a child.

Lin Xuanyi touched the banknotes in his hand and felt that this was not good, so he handed the crumpled 1000 yen to Gin, "Your."

Gin has only one idea now, but luckily this idiot didn't stay in the orphanage back then.