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Chapter 122 The Little Junior Sister Being Substituted 25
The flow of time in the secret realm is the same as outside, three days and three nights passed quickly.

As soon as Qian Xian came out from the inside, there was a purple light in front of her. The cultivation base on it had reached the golden core stage. If it was with the original owner's ability, she might be disabled.

The people who were watching the excitement around were shocked.

"Not good! Someone has come out! Stop it! It's not good to hurt innocent people!"

"It's Jiang Xiaoyou! She's the one who built the foundation, and she can't resist the power of that cultivation base, stop it quickly! Stop it!"

Baili Aotian and Shangguan Mu Qian came back to their senses, one drew the bow and the other plucked the strings, trying to stop the attack.

Qian Xian narrowed her eyes, petals had condensed in her hands, and when she was about to make a move, a bamboo leaf appeared in front of her.

When the purple light touched the bamboo leaf, it was instantly annihilated by the powerful spiritual power in the bamboo leaf, and the people around were also affected by the power released by the bamboo leaf, and they backed up more than ten steps.

A white figure descended from the sky, and several bamboo leaves spun around his body. The moment he landed, the bamboo leaves dissipated.

The man had a handsome face and a tall and straight body. He was dressed in white and stood in front of Qian Xian, staring at her with his head down, just like back then.

There are many well-informed people among the people around, who recognized the man at a glance.

"It's Senior Yan! Senior Yan!"

"That Senior Yan?"

"That senior Yan Wuhen Yan who has reached the catastrophe stage! Legend has it that he is dressed in white clothes and uses bamboo leaves as weapons. Seeing him now, it is indeed as rumored!"

"But didn't Senior Yan never step out of Penglai? Why did he suddenly appear here? He also blocked the damage for Miss Jiang?"

"Oh! Stop talking, let's see what Senior Yan has to say!"

Qian Xian frowned slightly as she met those faintly red eyes.

The man stretched out his hand and slowly hugged her in his arms, as if restraining something, the veins on his palm and forehead were faintly visible.

The puppy's eyes widened, and it jumped out of the little girl's arms in fright.

Survival system: "..." Damn it!Almost turned into sandwich biscuits!
Qian Xian looked at him quietly and stood still. The moment she touched the man's chest, a man's sigh came from her ear.

"Xiangxian, I'm sorry..."

A hot tear fell into her skirt, burning her.

Qian Xian listened to the heartbeat in his chest, a complex light flashed in her almond eyes.

"Are you sure you want to be here and say those things to me?"

Two people are familiar with each other, and often they only need a look to know what the other is thinking.

Yan Junhan waved his sleeves, and countless bamboo leaves appeared out of thin air, surrounding the two of them.

The next moment, they came to a bamboo house.

Qian Xian slightly raised her head and glanced at the man, the face was no longer blurred, and she knew that this time it was not an illusion.

The man was still holding her, but he relaxed a lot.

He didn't let go, and Qian Xian didn't push him away, but the temperature around her body cooled down.

There was no smile on the little girl's face, "How much do you remember?"

The man was silent, and then said, "I know everything you know, everything about me."

When he said this, Qian Xian immediately understood that he had read the memory about him in her soul. As for the medium, she thought of the purse from the last small world.

At that time, she put two petals in her purse just to protect Xiao Qinghan, and when Xiao Qinghan came back safely, she also felt that those two petals didn't work.

After entering this small world, she sensed the location of the petals again, but when she thought that the person she was facing was him with amnesia, she didn't bother to see him. Of course, she didn't want to see him even if he had memory.

"Let's talk about it when you think about it."

Qian Xian pushed him away, turned and left.

Yan Junhan lowered his eyes, and those phoenix eyes were filled with overwhelming dark light, and the hand hanging by his side was gradually grasped by him.

(End of this chapter)