Dedicated every day to make Master go crazy

Wang Xiang asked this question tremblingly, but Qing Li only glanced at her.

Wang Xiang was taken aback for a moment, then he came to his senses.

Indeed, judging from the current situation, there is actually no need for Qingli to be overly nervous about his status as the Patriarch of the Qing Family.

He had already died once, and his body was sold out. Now he is no longer an ordinary human being, and his flesh and blood naturally no longer have those legendary effects.

Mu Qianya hadn't mentioned this at all before, maybe because she was worried that if Qingli's identity was spread out, Qingli would be in danger. After all, the effect of "helping monks directly become immortals" is too enviable.

But it is not necessary for Wangxiang, after all, no one knows better than her who knows everything that Qingli is no longer physically alive, so naturally Qingli will not guard against her.

But what happened back then, was it because of this?

Wangxiang couldn't help but look up at Qingli.

Mu Qianya brought Qingli back from the small world and taught him carefully.

He already knew that Qingli's status was special, but he didn't expect that his disciple's status was so special.

The Patriarch of the Qing Family helps others to become immortals with flesh and blood, but he is born with a demonic energy, and it is only a matter of time before he becomes obsessed and falls into the demonic way.

Everyone covets it, but everyone despises it.

Wangxiang didn't know what kind of mentality Mu Qianya had when she first found out Qingli's identity, but it was obvious that Mu Qianya couldn't be willing to let Qingli die.

For this reason, he searched all the books in the world, and found the only way to rescue somewhere.

Transferring flowers and trees, transferring the devilish energy from others to oneself, this technique should not be complicated, but few people know it all these years, probably because this technique is really...too "useless".

If the evil energy of others is removed, the other person will be saved, but what about the caster himself?

How could any fool in the world be willing to trade his own future for the future of others?

Naturally, the technique is very biased and cannot be handed down.

But, Mu Qianya is such a fool.

Qingli has held Jianfeng for 200 years.

200 years, this time is not too long in terms of the cultivation world, but it is not too short, it is enough for Qingli to cultivate from an ordinary person to a monk with a Nascent Soul cultivation base.

But what about Mu Qianya?

When Qingli first entered Chijian Peak, he was already at the Mahayana stage; 200 years later, Qingli's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, but he is still at the Mahayana stage.

This is not normal.

Mu Qianya's cultivation talent is no worse than Qingli's. With his talent, no matter what, he shouldn't have cultivated for 200 years without moving at all.

Unless, in those 200 years, he spent all his time, all his energy, and even all his cultivation on doing something else.

For example... saving the life of his apprentice who fell in love with him at first sight in the small world.

Wangxiang looked at Qingli.

The man's eyes were heavy, he was looking at the words on the book in front of him, his eyes were full of waves, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Wang Xiang suddenly didn't know what to say.

The matter between Mu Qianya and Qingli, I really don't know how to evaluate it.

The two of them had hated each other for 500 years.

Naturally, there was a deep blood feud between them.

For Mu Qianya, he gave everything back then just to save Qingli's life.

Mu Qianya was originally the reincarnation of Tianshi, if it wasn't for saving Qingli, he would never have had a demon in his life.The reincarnated person of Tianshi practiced extremely fast, if it wasn't for saving Qingli, Mu Qianya's cultivation would have already improved to a higher level at this time, even if he had already ascended to the immortal way.

He is truly the proud son of heaven, just as the previous head of Ding Tianzong said, Mu Qianya has been favored by heaven since he was born.

From the moment Mu Qianya came into the world, she was destined to become the person most likely to attain the Dao of Heaven in the cultivation world.

But what about Mu Qianya now?

He is haunted by demons and his cultivation is stagnant. Not to mention the truth, he won't even be able to live for long.

And all of this is just for Qingli.

But it was all because he liked him so much that he was even willing to exchange his life with his own.I like it for a full 200 years, facing each other day and night, getting along day and night, my heart is full of affection, but I still don't want to say a word.

But to Qingli, how innocent is he?

The hatred of humiliation on the sword peak 500 years ago, and the hatred of becoming a demon 500 years ago, the hatred here is indeed not easy to let go.

Qingli was originally the eldest disciple of Dingtianzong, with outstanding talent and good popularity, he should have a bright future.

If it weren't for what happened 500 years ago, how could he become... what he is now?

Wangxiang looked up at Qingli.

The status of the Valley Master of Huangquan Valley is extraordinary, but it is also a bit lonely.

Everyone fears him, hates him, and is afraid of him. Even the people in Huangquan Valley have more than admiration for him, but not enough affection for him.

Wang Xiang remembered that Qingli was in a bad mood at that time, sitting in the valley and drinking for a whole day, there were many disciples in the valley, people came and went, but no one came forward to ask a question or two.

Dingtianzong's chief disciple also liked drinking, but he only tasted wine and never drank heavily.

Every day, countless people come to find him to drink with, and the people he makes friends with can be arranged from holding sword peak to asking sword peak, and he never has to feel what it means to be unaccompanied.

Where will it be like now?

The world is vast, and there are thousands of things, but there is not even a single person who can raise a glass to drink.

But if you really want to blame, who can you blame?

Qingli had been living for 500 years, and only Mu Qianya was the only one who was full of resentment.

But at this moment, the truth is clearly telling him that you shouldn't resent him, he never thought of harming you at the beginning, not only that, what he's doing is trying his best to save you.

But if it is not to be blamed, then what is the suffering that Qingli suffered back then?

Maybe the ones who should really be blamed... are the 21 monks who bloodbathed the Sword Peak at that time.

If it weren't for the fact that they saw Bao rising up, and wanted to catch Qingli while Mu Qianya was in retreat, with Mu Qianya's original arrangement, how could what happened later?

If he hadn't been in a hurry to get out to save people, Mu Qianya was the reincarnation of Tianshi after all, with his heart, even if he couldn't get what he asked for, he shouldn't have gone into such a state.

If it wasn't for what happened back then, how could Mu Qianya and Qingli have come to this situation?

Wangxiang looked at Qingli and sighed in his heart.

Up to now, it is not easy for outsiders to intervene in these matters.

Guessing that Qingli must be full of thoughts now, Wangxiang also knew that he couldn't continue to disturb him, so he quickly stood up and said goodbye to Qingli, and went back to his room to rest.

Only Qingli was left in the house.

I don't know what Qingli was thinking that night, but the candles in the room actually burned all night.

*****

a few days later.

Dingtianzong.

The wind and snow on the holding sword peak are still noisy.

Shen Qianxue repeated what Mu Qianya said to her before, turned her head after speaking, looked at the green fence beside her whose clothes were blown in the air by the wind, and said in silence for a moment: "The wind and snow have become more violent recently, We are really worried when we look at it. Senior brother also doesn’t want to see us, and we can’t even enter the mountain gate recently. I don’t know that he is now..."

Shen Qianxue sighed as she spoke.

She looked at Qingli beside her. The man was wearing blood-colored clothes and the jade crown in his hair was also intensely red. This attire looked like a demon cultivator, which was incompatible with Dingtianzong, a cultivating sect.

It's just that although Qing Li is dressed wildly, her brows and eyes are no longer as cold and prickly as before.

He turned his head to look at Shen Qianxue, and smiled: "It's okay, I'm close to his cultivation level, I can get in."

When he smiled, his brows and eyes were soft, his eyes were as gentle as water, and his tone was soft.

He stood there smiling and looked at him, his brows and eyes were finally no longer full of swords and swords, and his blood was thick, and his appearance even made people feel a little dazed, as if they saw him again...the same him back then.

When Qingli was still in Dingtianzong, the relationship between Shen Qianxue and Qingli was the best among several senior uncles.

There are so many disciples in the next generation of Ding Tianzong, Shen Qianxue's favorite junior is Qingli.

Seeing Qingli like this at this time, Shen Qianxue couldn't bear it.

The woman's fingers curled up for a moment, and she lowered her head, trying to suppress the feeling that her eyes were sore and she wanted to cry.

Qingli seemed to see Shen Qianxue's excitement at the moment.

"Uncle Master," Qing Li said with a smile, "I just forgot to say, we haven't seen each other for 500 years, Uncle Master is as beautiful as ever."

The tone of Qingli's words was so gentle that Shen Qianxue felt as if she had been transported 500 years ago in an instant.

At that time, Qingli was the most gentle and sweet-mouthed. When other disciples saw her as an uncle, they only praised her for her advanced cultivation, but only Qingli knew that she should praise her appearance.

It was as if only Qingli knew that she should prepare a gift for her every year on her birthday.

After 500 years, hearing this praise again made Shen Qianxue really emotional.

She couldn't control the tears almost instantly, but she smiled and said: "...glib."

Qingli also laughed.

"Master said back then that among the masters and uncles, only Master Shen needs to be coaxed." Qing Li said, turning to look at the white snow in Chijian Peak, with a smile on his lips, "Who is Master Shen?" Uncle and Shiboli are the youngest and the only junior sister, so naturally they should be coaxed, just like Xijian Peak, the only one of the five peaks of Dingtian Zong that has the best scenery and is like spring all year round, must be given to the uncle. "

"Junior Junior Sister, everyone deserves to be pampered." Qing Li said as she turned around and glanced at Shen Qianxue with soft eyes, "I always remember it."

Shen Qianxue burst into tears when she heard this.

She couldn't tell what she was feeling at this moment, but she felt that the big rock that had been suppressed in her heart for 500 years was finally loosened.

"I thought...you would never want to talk to me again." Shen Qianxue said.

Ever since she was at Chijian Peak, she turned and left in the face of Qingli's plea for help... For the past 500 years, every time Shen Qianxue recalled that time, Shen Qianxue felt like a knife was piercing her heart. Feeling of guilt almost overflowed his chest.

"I've killed all the enemies from back then, and the others... let's go when they're over." Qing Li looked at Shen Qianxue and smiled, "Master, don't worry about it anymore."

Shen Qianxue looked at Qingli and finally laughed.

She understood what Qingli meant, maybe it wasn't forgiveness, but since the main resentment had disappeared, there was no need to worry about other incidental resentments.

After all, Qingli's affection for Dingtianzong was due to Mu Qianya from the very beginning.

In the past, he had a deep affection for Mu Qianya, so naturally he also loved Dingtianzong.

It is not so much that Qingli worshiped Dingtianzong in the past, it is better to say that he just worshiped Mu Qianya as his teacher.

Later, he hated Mu Qianya so much that he naturally didn't even want to see Ding Tianzong.

Now that he has let go of his hatred for Mu Qianya, then naturally... Ding Tianzong is no longer worthy of his hatred.

In fact, on a certain level, Qingli's character is indeed extremely similar to Mu Qianya.

His affection for Mu Qianya has never been shallower than Mu Qianya's affection for him.

Shen Qianxue raised her eyes, and saw that Qingli had stepped into the wind and snow.

She smiled, finally lowered her eyes, turned and left.

Let the matter of these two people be left to themselves.

*****

Mu Qianya still doesn't want to see anyone, even Qingli.

The man was sitting facing the cliff, even though Qingli was standing a few steps behind him, he still didn't want to look back, as if he was worried that this glance would shake his decision.

Qingli stood behind him and looked at him for a while, but didn't say anything.

He didn't seem to want to disturb him at all, stood for a while and saw that Mu Qianya didn't want to pay attention to him, actually smiled, turned and left.

On the edge of the cliff, the wind is rumbling, and the sky is full of frost and snow.

In the wind and snow, Mu Qianya still sat facing the cliff, motionless, seemingly unresponsive to Qingli's appearance and departure.

The wind and snow were still howling.

But slowly, the wind and snow around Mu Qianya gradually became silent.

The wind and snow there blew at a much slower speed for a while, and then stopped briefly.

After a long while, the direction of the wind and snow blowing in that place changed direction, and it blew back, as if someone was pretending to be inadvertent, but couldn't help but secretly glanced back.

Soon the wind and snow stopped again, returning to the original wind speed again.

As if nothing happened.

Qingli went back to the yard where she used to live.

The yard is still like spring all the year round, and it looks very clean. I searched for the green fence, and even found tea and fresh water in the house, as if there are still people living there.

Qingli took the tea she used to drink and sat outside in the yard to cook it.

The familiar fragrance of tea filled the courtyard, and Qing Li sat under a tree drinking tea.

The courtyard has always been sunny, but Qingli seemed to be getting sleepy after sitting.

His eyes slowly closed, and the tea on the table was still steaming, but he seemed to be gradually falling asleep.

I don't know when, the wind gradually picked up in the courtyard, and the wind was mixed with fine snowflakes, but the surrounding temperature didn't seem to drop at all.

The wind and snow blowing past Qingli very slowly, the wind was very quiet, as if worried about waking someone up.

It was eerily quiet all around.

The next second, unexpectedly, Qingli's figure suddenly disappeared in place.

The wind and snow stopped suddenly.

A white figure appeared in the courtyard.

Mu Qianya stood in the middle of the yard, looking around in confusion and panic.

He looked a little haggard at this moment, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Mu Qianya was standing where she was, looking around in panic, the blood in her eyes getting darker and thicker.

The next second, he suddenly heard a chuckle.

Qingli's figure appeared beside him.

The man leaned against the big tree behind him, looked at him, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "Master, after all these years, you still haven't made any progress. This can still scare you."

The man in red has soft eyebrows and eyes like a dream. Behind him is a towering giant tree, and the sun shines down from the gaps in the leaves, covering him all over.

The dappled sunlight also shone into Qingli's eyes, Mu Qianya saw Qingli smiling and looking at herself, her eyes were bright and full of smile.

The look in those eyes... was so gentle and familiar that one just wanted to cry.

Mu Qianya stared blankly at Qingli, her eyes full of waves.

Mu Qianya kept silent, he just stared blankly at Qingli.

Those eyes were full of blood, and I don't know if it was more surprise, or more despair and grievance.

Seeing him like this, Qingli laughed again.

He looked at Mu Qianya, sighed, and said suddenly: "Master, do you know what is the most famous thing in Huangquan Valley?"

The topic of Qingli was brought up so suddenly that Mu Qianya couldn't react at all.

The man in white looked at Qingli blankly.

"It's the Three Lives Stone. There is a river in Yellow Spring Valley named Yellow Spring, and beside the river stands a stream stone named Three Lives Stone. The monks are afraid of Yellow Spring Valley, and Yellow Spring Valley is still full of guests every day because of this Three Lives Stone." Qing Li smiled. , "The red thread leads to the marriage of the mortal world, and the three-life stone writes the love in the three realms. In various senses, the role of the three-life stone should be much greater than that of the red thread."

"Because everyone has a red thread, but the Three Lives Stone is so big that only a few names can be written on it, so the names written on it must be much more effective than the so-called seven generations of marriage." Qingli said, "So we have to discuss Marriage is determined by fate, in the cultivation world, the red thread is not as effective as the three life stone."

Mu Qianya didn't understand what Qingli meant at first, but she gradually understood what Qingli wanted to say as she listened.

He raised his eyes, his eyes gradually brightened.

Qingli suddenly changed the subject again.

"However, my disciple is very curious. Master, you told Uncle Shen that there is a red thread on my body?" Qing Li looked at Mu Qianya and said with a smile, "Who is leading the other end of this red thread? Do you know me?"

Of course, Mu Qianya knew who was leading at the other end of the red line.

After all, he had watched the marriages of the entire seventh generation.

It's just that he obviously didn't want to say it.

Mu Qianya pursed her lips, and fell silent again.

"The phantoms in the small world are also affected by the spiritual consciousness of high-level monks. Master has a high level of cultivation, so the background settings of the small world we entered before are different from the original world. Have you seen the seven lives that have influenced it?" Qingli said, "Master, you can't forget, brood, and even become a demon, so the influence must be huge. I think the few lives we experienced, Except for the original owner and the original owner's obsession is the setting of the original world, everything else is transformed by the demon of the master, right?"

"But I have recalled the appearances of those task targets in the past few days, and I clearly don't know them." Qing Li said, "That is to say, I have never seen the person on the other side of the red line, right, Master?" ?”

These are really good guesses.

Qingli had noticed it when she first entered those three small worlds. The world context of those small worlds was very strange. They were too specific, but there was always a gap between what the original owner and him said.

Combined with Ding Tianzong's actions, it is naturally not difficult to speculate that these gaps are due to Mu Qianya's inner demons.

To put it simply, rather than saying that those small worlds are the direct combination of the original obsession with Mu Qianya's heart demon, it is better to say that when entering the world, he deliberately selected a small world similar to the world of Mu Qianya's heart demon. The difference is naturally the difference between the demon world and the small world.

It can be seen from this that Mu Qianya's inner demon has a great influence on the small world.

But with such a big influence and so many small worlds, Qingli's "sweetheart" in each small world is unfamiliar to Qingli. If this cannot be explained from the reason of small influence, it can only be explained from the Qing Li had never seen his so-called "sweetheart" in his memory.

Qing Li sighed: "So why did Master obsess over a person I've never met before for so long, and even have a heart demon?"

Qingli looked up at Mu Qianya, and finally laughed: "What's more, the red line is so useful."

Qingli has done so many world tasks in the small world, and most of the experiences she has experienced are idiots and resentment.

Everyone has a red thread, but how many lovers in this world can really get married in the end?

Besides, there are many unscrupulous people and fickle lovers in this world, but is it possible that there is no red line in them?

Naturally, there are, but their red line obviously does not guarantee that they will really like the person on the other side of the red line.

Things that everyone can have are not precious enough.

It's lovely, but it happens to cherish things like this.

How can it be useful to use something that is absolutely cherished by the public?

The so-called red line has been dispensable from the very beginning.

Mu Qianya obviously understood what Qingli meant, but he obviously still didn't believe it.

In other words, the theory that Qingli told him that "the red line is not very useful" did not produce any real help to his state of mind.

Perhaps in his heart, even if Qingli was not with the person on the other side of the so-called red line, he would have no chance.

700 years of hopelessness can literally kill all hope.

Qingli looked at Mu Qianya for a long time, and suddenly said: "Master, do you still remember why Xie Jingtong went to the northern base with Gu Zhichuan in the second world?"

Mu Qianya was taken aback.

Qingli continued: "Because he regards him as a friend and has deep feelings for him."

"Then Master thinks, back then...why did I want to come to the world of cultivation with you?" Qing Li smiled, "I was not related to you in the past, so why did Master think I was willing to take such a big risk Come with you?"

The man laughed hoarsely, his ears filled with joy.

Mu Qianya was completely stunned.

Standing where he was, he could hardly believe what he had just heard when he heard the rustle of wind around him due to the silence between him and Qingli.

It's not that Mu Qianya doesn't understand the meaning of Qingli's words, on the contrary, he understands too much, so he can't believe it.

"..." Mu Qianya was completely stunned, looking at Qingli's smiling eyes, he felt his mind go blank for a moment.

He opened his mouth a few times to murmur, but in the end he just said in a daze: "But I clearly remember that time...you were terribly frightened."

Mu Qianya was talking about what happened on Chijian Peak 500 years ago.

At that time he was so obsessed that he couldn't control himself.

At that time, Mu Qianya had no self-control, but after waking up, he had a complete memory.

He clearly remembered the fear in Qingli's eyes when he pressed Qingli to the ground.

It is this fear that has made Mu Qianya feel guilty and heartbroken every time he thinks about it in the past 500 years. Although he misses Qingli a lot in his heart, he has never dared to go to him, let alone tell him what happened back then. things.

Qingli's fear at that time almost told Mu Qianya plainly that he had never had such thoughts and thoughts about him, and never knew that Mu Qianya had such thoughts about herself. .

This kind of cognition made Mu Qianya even more desperate, and it also constantly aggravated his disdain for himself.

The apprentice treats himself with the affection of a master and apprentice, but he has ulterior thoughts about him. It is really... a waste of being a teacher.

Qingli naturally understood what Mu Qianya meant in an instant.

He didn't answer him, just looked at him and smiled.

The eyelashes of the man in black drooped slightly, and sunlight fell on his eyelashes through the gaps in the leaves, and then fell into his eyes through the eyelashes.

The eyes that looked at it were really radiant, gentle and touching.

This gaze made Mu Qianya seem to have returned to the time when the two first met a long time ago at that moment.

Qingli was injured at that time, and they were sitting in the wilderness outside drinking.

The wine was not really a good wine, it was just an ordinary country product, but the person who handed it over was really the meticulous work of God.

Qingli handed him the wine, and Mu Qianya reached out to take it, but when she lowered her eyes, she completely fell into the other's eyes.

Those eyes were dark in color, and the brilliance flowed. Seeing Mu Qianya's eyes fixed, a smile gradually surged up from the dark eyes, and gradually dyed the eyes with tenderness.

It's like covering thousands of miles of rivers and mountains with new ink, gradually changing the mountains and rivers and thousands of miles in the eyes into the appearance of the person in front of you.

It's just like... Qingli's eyes at this time.

Mu Qianya looked at the smile in Qingli's eyes, and just stood there staring at him in a daze.

He heard the sound of the wind blowing, bringing up bright green leaves in the air.

The snow is fading away.

Qingli looked at Mu Qianya and said, "Master, close your eyes."

Mu Qianya still just stared at him blankly.

Qingli then smiled, he looked up at Mu Qianya, and seemed to say something with a smile again.

In the next second, his figure disappeared in place again.

It's just that Qingli didn't make Mu Qianya wait too long this time.

Soon Qingli's figure appeared again, this time in front of Mu Qianya.

In front of Mu Qianya was Qingli's smiling eyes.

The other party reached out to hold his hand, and slowly moved forward.

"Master, except for Dingtianzong, the whole cultivation world is attacking you." Qingli said and leaned forward with a smile, Mu Qianya only saw his pair of bright and thick black phoenix eyes, the eyes were extremely gentle Qian, "Then it's better to go back to Huangquan Valley with the master and the disciples."

"The Valley Master of Huangquan Valley is still short of a Taoist companion, does Master have a wish?" Qing Li said with a smile, the ending sound disappeared at the corners of their lips.

Dingtianzong, Huangquan Valley.

Blue Falls and Yellow Springs, going around for 500 years, all I asked for was one sentence, you never failed me.

*****

700 years ago.

small world.

Mu Qianya handed the token to Qingli, told him again and again very seriously, told him to wait here for a while, report back to the sect, and then come to the lower realm to pick him up, telling him to believe in himself and not to go away .

With the wine in her hand, Qingli turned her head to look at him, smiled, nodded and waved, indicating that she understood.

After Mu Qianya left, a person suddenly appeared beside him.

The man who came out of nowhere was thin and thin, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. He looked smart and was dressed luxuriously.

The man walked out cautiously, repeatedly confirmed that Mu Qianya had indeed left, and finally approached Qingli.

"Boss! That man just now looked so amazing! Could it be that he is really a legendary fairy?!" The man looked excited and yearned, and his tone was full of surprise, "We have arranged for so long, and we wanted to kill those sanctimonious hypocrites tonight. Catch them all in one go, I didn't expect the immortals to solve them all!"

Qingli turned her head and glanced at him: "Why are you not happy about someone helping us?"

"Happy, happy. Someone got rid of those bad guys for the boss. I'm naturally happy." The man apologized with a smile after hearing this. There is a natural impulse to worship, so there is always some flattery in the tone of speech.

"But boss, are you going to go with him? Don't you, don't you care about the foundation boss we have worked so hard to build all these years?" The man wailed with grief.

"...Where did we get the hard-earned foundation?" Qing Li glanced at the man with eyes like a fool, and said, "It's all your own family business."

"Mine belongs to the boss!" The man said firmly.

"Okay, don't be poor." Qingli finally laughed, "You, you'd better go back and be the eldest son of your bank account. Your parents have urged you to take over the bank account recently, right? They are getting old, Don't always fight against them, you are at this age, you should take care of yourself."

The man fell silent, and he finally sighed after a long time: "I know, before I came out tonight, I saw my mother coughing and drinking medicine. She used to be healthy and never took medicine."

Both parents persuaded him to calm down and take over the bank, and don't think about things all day long.

But for some reason, he just felt that if he followed Qingli, he would be able to make a big career that was much bigger than taking over the bank.

I don't know why, but when he first saw Qingli, he had this feeling. He felt that this man looked desperate, but inside he was clearly a dragon that was about to soar into the sky. want to follow.

But what Qing Li said was true, his parents were indeed getting older, he was their only child and their only reliance, so it was time to take care of him.

"I know Boss, I will go back and learn from Dad." The man said, he was a little disappointed when he said this, but then he became emotional again, "But Boss, I still believe that you will be able to achieve a great career one day Just, just like the old emperor in the capital, the king, the king is in the world!"

Men don't like to read books, and their education level is not high. This may be one of the few idioms he knows.

Qing Li laughed at what he said.

At this moment, he suddenly felt the jade card that Mu Qianya gave him in his hand tremble. He expected that Mu Qianya had returned, so he stood up and stuffed the wine jar in his hand into the man's arms: "Then this jar of wine , I will reward you in advance."

The man stood there for a while with the wine jar in his arms, and finally realized that he turned around abruptly.

"Boss! Where are you going?! You don't really want to go to the cultivation world with that fairy, do you? Boss, you are not familiar with it. Boss, think again, Boss!"

Qingli ignored him.

The other sounds behind him spread farther and farther, and finally disappeared.

Qingli raised her eyes, only to see the fairy in white standing not far in front.

The man stands with the moonlight behind his back, and the bright moonlight is on his white clothes.

The man in white looked up at him and held out his hand.

Qingli looked at him for a moment, smiled, walked forward a few steps quickly, and stretched out his hand to hold the hand that Mu Qianya handed over.

Think again?

I don't want to, I am dizzy.