The Heart of the God of Quick Transmigration

Chapter 238 Cannon Fodder Master Wants to Run 1
No. [-] was a little anxious: "If the master is bewitched by that evil thought, you will really die."

Yan Xi shook her head: "No, she won't."

It's really a gamble with your life,

Like the original master, one and two are real love brains.

No. [-] had no choice but to stick out his tongue feebly, with an incomprehensible expression,
But it dared not speak out.

Yan Xi couldn't help raising his hand, and lightly poked Jin Yan's chubby face,
This is the first time he has come into contact with the real her,

The soft touch from the fingertips made him unable to move his hand away,
once, twice...

The number one who watched from the side muttered inwardly again:
It’s over, my aloof and noble god filter is completely gone.

However, Yan Xi still has some control over it.

He stopped his hand in time,

Then he gently placed Jin Yan on the ground, lowered his eyes, and slowly said: "Let's start the next plane."

After saying that, his body became transparent and then completely disappeared into space.

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In a teahouse, the storyteller is talking slowly:

Misty fairyland, towering mountains,

It is covered with snow all the year round, tall rocks and unmelted snow face the sharp and cold wind across the steep solitary pavilion,
The cold air is biting, this is a harsh place that mortals cannot endure--Daolin Peak,

It was as quiet as dead water,
This is the residence of the person with the highest cultivation level in the Jieshi Sect—Zhenren Yan Ling.

According to legend, she was born with visions,
The phoenix pattern that symbolizes auspiciousness appears in the sky, and it is born with the best ice spirit root.

On the road of cultivating immortality, he is even more impressive and has become a being that others look up to.

It only took 500 years to reach the peak of cultivation, and as long as the opportunity comes, he can immediately ascend to immortality.

And she is lonely and arrogant by nature and doesn't like to get along with others, so she only has one disciple under her knees,
His name is Fan Ziyang,
"To be able to become a disciple favored by such a person, I think it must be very good to cultivate."

A question from someone in the audience,
The storyteller was not in a hurry to answer, and took a sip of tea.

"No, no, this Fan Ziyang is a five-spiritual root called the invalid spirit root.

Throughout the ages, the lifespan of a person with five spiritual roots like this would only be 200 years at most. "

"How did Master Yan Ling choose him if he has a worse spiritual root than mine?"

Storyteller: "This is exactly the story I want to tell you today - a real man takes a disciple,
Please listen carefully. "

The story in the teahouse is still going on, the storyteller speaks impassionedly,
The audience also listened with gusto, and occasionally burst into cheers.

Thousands of miles away from here,
In Daolin Peak,

On the bed of agarwood,

The bedside of sandalwood is carved with intricate patterns of Baize, and the elegant fragrance in the house is lingering.

There is a person on the bed who is meditating.
The black hair like a waterfall hangs down to her waist, and the black hair is loosely scattered behind her. The snow-colored clothes are as white and soft as clouds.

A tear mole under the left eye was just right, and a pair of touching peach blossom eyes seemed affectionate but ruthless.

Suddenly,

A pair of thick and curly eyelashes tremble slightly,

The person on the bed opened his eyes,
Her demeanor is indifferent and weak, with a sense of desolation and compassion, the tail of her eyes outlines a bit of breeze and moon, and there seems to be the cycle of the sun and the moon in her eyes,

Like a fairy who transcends the world.

"Damn it! What kind of rubbish plot is this?"

A sentence that was completely inconsistent with the image around her came out of her mouth.

Number One in the space swung his little tail anxiously: "Host, calm down! You are an immortal now,
There must be temperament, and this person can't collapse. "

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(End of this chapter)