After binding the system, I caught the villain in the comprehension world

Song Qianzhi said with a dry smile, "Really? Why does Fellow Daoist Luo want to find Lingzhi who has recovered his sanity?"

Hua Wumian felt more and more familiar with Wen Heng's expression, just like Song Qianzhi's expression when he was caught feeling guilty.

He tried his best to shake off this impossible thought, "Friend Wen, why do you want to buy this spiritual plant?"

I have never heard of Wen Heng's disciples having this problem.

"My friend has something wrong with his brain, so I need to find this kind of spiritual plant for treatment." Song Qianzhi said honestly.

He almost never lied to Hua Wumian.

"Really?" Hua Wumian said lightly, "Then you and Fellow Daoist Luo are really a coincidence."

Both have an insane friend/junior.

He remembered that Song Qianzhi also knew Luo Chen, that junior who lost his mind.

It is clear that Song Qianzhi's interpersonal relationship is simple, and he has no friends at all.

Why did she get to know Chu Han and Luo Qingyu out of nowhere?

Could it be that Song Qianzhi had a hard time treating him like that at the beginning?

During this period of time, he calmed down, recalled the details of getting along with Song Qianzhi from the beginning, and gradually discovered some problems.

He began to wonder if Song Qianzhi was affected by his bloodline because of intercourse with him.

After all, his bloodline is too inferior, and occasionally due to the influence of his bloodline, he is uncertain about Song Qianzhi.

Song Qian said with a guilty face: "It's such a coincidence."

Hua Wumian felt more and more puzzled by Wen Heng, and frowned, "The spiritual plant that restores sanity is very expensive, can you afford it, fellow Daoist Wen?"

Song Qianzhi: "..."

He remembered that his storage bag was full of spirit stones given by his wife, how could he afford them!

A Huashen is poorer than his wife!

"Lord Huacheng, we are all so familiar, so don't worry about these things." Song Qianzhi couldn't hold back and began to collapse the character design.

Hua Wumian took a step back, frowned and said, "We're not familiar with each other, and we won't be in the future, please be respectful."

It's not that he likes men, he just likes Song Qianzhi.

Not everyone can open his heart like Song Qianzhi and let him try his best to please him.

Song Qianzhi felt bored, so he could only say, "I'm being rude."

He has always known that Hua Wumian has always rejected people for thousands of miles, and he can't recognize Wen Heng as him.

He changed the subject, "Master Huacheng, do you know the real way to transform into a god?"

Song Qianzhi trusted Hua Wumian, so he asked Hua Wumian about it directly.

If it was the real Wen Heng, it would be impossible to ask such a straightforward question.

"Fellow Daoist Wen, be careful!" Hua Wumian said in a deep voice, "You shouldn't ask me this question."

There are not many real cultivators who transform into spirits in the entire cultivation world. Those monks who have experienced thunder calamity and those who have not experienced thunder calamity have completely incomparable spiritual power.

People like Gu Shi and Wen Heng are fake gods.

It is not easy to become a true God of Transformation. Feeling the aura of heaven and earth, sensing the God of Transformation and thunder calamity, and even touching barriers are all indispensable.

At the beginning, he experienced a narrow escape from death before finally succeeding.

Song Qianzhi suddenly realized that he didn't know how to get along with Hua Wumian at all, so he could only say: "Sorry, I won't talk about it next time."

In fact, he just wanted to stay with Hua Wumian so that he would have nothing to say.

"You..." Hua Wumian felt a little strange in his heart, and the 'Wen Heng' in front of him felt pitiful and dejected.

Before he could say anything, his face suddenly changed.

Hua Wumian's back garden formation is connected to his sea of ​​consciousness, as long as there is a slight movement, he will immediately notice it.

"What's wrong with Wumian?" Song Qianzhi understood Hua Wumian's expression, and he already noticed the problem.

This profound cognition shocked even himself.

Hua Wumian took a deep look at 'Wen Heng', and said indifferently; "Fellow Daoist Wen, please go back, I have important matters to attend to."

What's the matter?

Song Qianzhi wanted to ask, but stopped talking.

His status is wrong now, his appearance is wrong, nothing is right!

Why did he want to become Wen Heng, why did he just receive the mission!

Obviously he should be by Hua Wumian's side and solve all the problems with her.

At this time, he also noticed something.

The only thing that can change the color of flowers without sleep is the spiritual plant in the back garden!

Except for Hua Wumian, the spiritual plant inside, only he is allowed to enter it.

Song Qianzhi never thought of the Lingzhi in it, even if Hua Wumian gave it to him for free, he would try his best to give back the same gift in return.

This is his principle.

As for the spirit stones in his storage bag back then, after he was controlled by the system, he kept asking Hua Wumian for them.

Thinking of these things, Song Qianzhi's expression turned ugly.

Even if he was controlled by the system, it was his mistake, and he couldn't make excuses or reasons.

Hua Wumian ignored 'Wen Heng', turned around and walked towards her study.

He sensed that the fruit he had been looking forward to had finally ripened!

"Wumian—" Song Qianzhi was anxious, hesitating whether to follow.

He is Wen Heng now, so it is impossible for him to know the formula to open the back garden, but he is also worried that he does not know what happened inside.

What if Hua Wumian can't handle it?

With a sudden heart, he decided to follow quietly.

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The little black dragon is chasing the fat rabbit, euphemistically calling it a lot of exercise to lose weight.

The fat rabbit was panting after being chased, "Master, I don't need to lose weight! I don't have a fatty liver!"

The little black dragon said seriously, "Yes, you are too fat."

And stealing things from his purple mansion!That's all he got from the Spirit Race!

In case the old man Luo Chen asked him to go back to the land of the Spirit Race, and the Fat Rabbit ate up all the contents, wouldn't he be blamed?

Punish the Fat Rabbit, from now on, let the Fat Rabbit have no time to steal food, "Come on, you know?"

After teaching Fat Rabbit a lesson, the little black dragon flew to Luo Qingyu's collar, and slid in to take advantage of it.

Luo Qingyu touched the little black dragon at the neckline, and said with red ears: "Don't poke around inside the clothes."

"I don't have one." The little black dragon said innocently, "It's my wife, your skin is too slippery, I couldn't stand firmly."

Luo Qingyu: "..."

Believe you have a ghost!

"Huh..." The little black dragon suddenly appeared, staring at a certain place with a pair of huge long eyes, "It smells good."

"What's the scent?" Just as Luo Qingyu finished asking, the little black dragon grew bigger and disappeared, wrapping its tail around Luo Qingyu.

Fat Rabbit's drooping ears perked up, "Master is too much, to eat alone!"