The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

Qingliu Dalang was afraid that he would continue to ask, so he hurriedly interrupted. "It's late at night, baby... go to sleep."

The last two words were pronounced softly by him, like a lullaby with ups and downs, indescribably absurd.The rhythm is uneven.

All in all, all in all...it's a frightening batch.

Lingran took a breath of cold air and couldn't help swallowing. "Practitioners, it's okay to stay up all night occasionally, ha ha!"

He laughed dryly.

Qingliu Dalang moved his face closer, the water in the cold pool was turbulent, trapping Lingran in it, almost drowning.

"You really don't want to sleep?"

"Don't sleep! Resolutely don't sleep!" Lingran strode back with her hands behind her back, nervous like a primary school student being randomly checked by the teacher.

Under the moonlight, Qingliu Dalang's red clothes rolled up and down like waves, and Xiao Su heard the sound of the wind.It seems that where this person is, there is a heavy rain that is about to pour.

Lingran felt suffocated again.

He backed away in a panic, knocked on the threshold a few times, and stammered, "That's it, that's it, I'm going out to meditate first!"

As he said that, he jumped out of the door like a smoke.

Qingliu Dalang couldn't help laughing at the back of the baby fleeing.

Alright, just run away a few more times, and one day I will bring you back to the Dragon Market.

He lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the Qiankun bag on the floor tiles, feeling heavy in his heart.

The moonlight is as light as white jade.Lingran was lying alone on the roof of the Zhongfu, with her feet on the cornice of a corner, her head resting on one hand, looking up at the shadow of the sun gradually rising under the white light above her head.

After an unknown amount of time, golden-red light poured down from the east, causing him to squint his eyes unconsciously.Thinking in his heart, since the matter of the Zhong Mansion is over, let's go to the Yongzhou Mansion to close the case now, and then go to that Wei Wangtai and tell the whole story, maybe the old monk Mingxi can be cleared.

And then what?

He rolled his eyes a few times, but he didn't think about what he was going to do here.After going to Nanyuan, do you want to call for wind and rain for Li Shimin and pray for a good harvest?

If Da Lang doesn't take him away, it seems that he can only live like this for the rest of his life.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously touched his waist, but it was empty.

Oops broken!The universe bag full of grieving ghosts fell on the spot just now.If you go back to get it, you will definitely run into Aoyagi Tairo.

He doesn't want to go right now.He was a little afraid of Da Lang.

How can this be good?

He frowned, and jumped up from the roof with a jerk.His feet moved slightly, and his white clothes fluttered slightly in the morning breeze.

There was a man coming towards the sun, his toes were dancing, and his red clothes were as dazzling as a ball of fire.

The veins on Lingran's forehead twitched, and the familiar deep laughter really came into his ears.Then Aoyagi Dalang's voice came with a smile. "Baby, you left too fast and left something behind."

A white jade-like hand stretched out, holding the Qiankun bag that Lingran was thinking about between his fingers.

Lingran's eyes fell on the Qiankun bag, and he took a sneak peek from bottom to top.Qingliu Dalang still looked at him with a smile.

Those dark golden pupils were calm.

I can't see the man's anger.

"What do you want to do next?" Qingliu Dalang asked lightly.

"I don't know." Lingran scratched her head.

Both of them stood on the roof of Zhongfu.One is dressed in red and the other is dressed in white.It looks handsome and elegant enough to be a painting.

Lingran didn't know that this scene would fall into the eyes of others.He just worries.Sitting on the eaves, he said casually, "Comrade Dalang, where are you taking me? Why did you come to this small world? What are the selection criteria for each small world? You have nothing to do with me. Said, the master didn't say anything. You all take me for an idiot, what can I know?"

He smiled wryly.

Qingliu Dalang's heart moved, and he sat down with him.

The two sat side by side, with the scorching red sun above their heads.In the morning light, Qingliu Dalang carefully considered his words and spoke cautiously. "It's not that I won't tell you, it's just..."

"It's just that the time hasn't come yet, I understand!" Lingran spread her arms and smiled lazily.

"It's not all," Qingliu Dalang said in a deep voice, "Baby, I don't fully know the so-called secrets. Lingfu may know more than me, but he is not familiar with me..."

Paused.

These words were a little confusing, for fear that the baby would dislike him.

"There was a saying in Mietian Realm, which was widely circulated. I once heard it from Lingfu's master." The image of Lingfu walking out of the school in a hurry and talking to an old man in white appeared in front of his eyes.

It is a secluded corner.The shadow of the wall fell on Lingfu's clothes.The light inside the red copper-colored hall can be used as a guide.

He was hidden in the dome, digging earwax out of boredom.

The conversation between Ling Fu and his master fell into his ears unexpectedly.

"...This small world may soon have catastrophe coming. Even the gods can't escape the heavenly death situation."

"What does that have to do with me?" Lingran's crisp voice sounded, falling in the warm spring breeze. "I'm just an ant."

Lingran laughed.

"Destroy the heavens, and all living beings will not be able to escape." Qingliu Dalang pondered. "Lingfu sent you out to protect you."

"Save me for what? I am a person who can't carry my shoulders and hands. If I stay, do I want to reshape the small world and be the creator?"

Lingran raised her head, put her hands on her hips, and laughed loudly.