I quietly became a big boss in the novice village

Chapter 442 So, You Have Lived A Long Time?

After Song Yuanwai drove back all the servants in the mansion, he cast his eyes on Song Xiaochun.

Mrs. Song, Yang Yulan, and Fan Xiaolian also looked at Song Xiaochun, but no one paid attention to Luo Qingcheng who was on the side.

Luo Qingcheng just felt inexplicable in her heart, wondering why her dignified Nascent Soul cultivator would have a nervous feeling

Song Xiaochun sighed inwardly.

"She...you guys actually know her too!". Seven

"We know each other?"

Song Yuanwai and Mrs. Song were stunned.

It was only then that he began to look at Luo Qingcheng, who looked like Luo Qingcheng, I believe that once you have seen it once, you will never forget it.

But they didn't have Luo Qingcheng in their minds.

"Xiaochun, how did I teach you from a young age, a man must dare to act and be a man, what do you mean if you push your affairs to us!"

Song Yuanwai looked a little displeased, Mrs. Song hastily pulled the corner of Song Yuanwai's clothes.

Fan Xiaolian looked at the situation.

He knew that Song Yuanwai and Mrs. Song didn't know Luo Qingcheng.

So Song Xiaochun's explanation is undoubtedly to shirk responsibility, and I can't help but feel a little disappointed in Song Xiaochun.

If Song Xiaochun had told the truth, she could still choose to forgive.

In fact, it doesn't work if you don't forgive.

Because she didn't want her two younger brothers to be a child without a father like her, and her mother...

Fan Xiaolian suddenly took a look at Yang Yulan beside her.

At this moment, mother's eyes are full of concern for Song Xiaochun, I am afraid that even if Song Xiaochun says that the woman who appeared in the study is a cousin, she will believe it.

"Husband, do you mean that we all know this girl, but I haven't seen this girl in the mansion for many days?"

Yang Yulan looked at Luo Qingcheng curiously, a gentle smile appeared on her fair face, and she nodded politely to Luo Qingcheng.

Luo Qingcheng was slightly taken aback, why did this woman nod to her, did they know each other very well?

"Are you talking or me?" Song Xiaochun looked at Luo Qingcheng.

Luo Qingcheng saw the eyes of the people around him all looking over.

Knowing that it was time for a showdown, she slowly stood up and leaned over, her voice was clear and sweet.

"Master Song, Mrs. Song, Mr. Song did not lie to you, we know each other, but you have never met me in person!"

"Because I am the white cat that you rescued a few years ago!"

At first Yuanwai Song and Mrs. Song still couldn't understand what it meant to know each other, but they had never met in person, but at the end they were stunned.

"White cat?"

Song Yuanfu and Mrs. Song couldn't react for a while, as if they didn't quite understand the meaning of Luo Qingcheng's words.

But soon they seemed to think of something, and their eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Are you that little white cat?" Mrs. Song asked with a trembling voice suddenly.

"That's right, Mrs. Song, I'm that little white cat!" Luo Qingcheng smiled gently, gave a slight salute, and looked dignified.

Yang Yulan and Fan Xiaolian also realized that they knew that there was a white cat in the Song residence, and that white cat was also called the little white cat by Mrs. Song.

"Husband, do you mean that this girl is the white cat in the mansion?"

Yang Yulan was also a little shocked.

Although her husband suddenly appeared in the study with a disheveled woman, which would make people suspicious, but she never doubted Song Xiaochun's character from the beginning to the end.

After all, after sharing the same bed for so long, she still knows her husband well.

If she hadn't taken the initiative at the beginning, I'm afraid her husband would still be like a blank sheet of paper.

Song Xiaochun nodded.

After getting an affirmative answer, everyone in the room couldn't help trembling in their hearts.

"How is it possible? How could a white cat become a human? Could it be a goblin?"

Fan Xiaolian muttered in a low voice, although the voice was very small, the room was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

Song Yuanwai and Mrs. Song undoubtedly turned pale when they heard Fan Xiaolian's words.

They are ordinary people, so they have naturally heard some folk tales.

These stories tell of the female fairy who has become a climate and turns into a beautiful woman, and then seduces a strong man, sucks their yang energy, and sucks the man to death.

"What kind of female fairy? I am an upright person!"

Luo Qingcheng was a little unhappy. In fact, anyone who was said to be a goblin would not look good, especially a woman.

"You're a human, so why did you become a cat?"

Fan Xiaolian retorted that she clearly remembered that the white cat had once scratched her.

"that is because..."

Luo Qingcheng paused for a while, then snorted coldly, and then returned to his aloof attitude, "Why should I explain to you a mere qi refining period!"

"Master Song, Mrs. Song, I am not transformed by a goblin, but an immortal cultivator. For some reason, I had to become a cat and was saved by you!"

Luo Qingcheng looked at Song Yuanwai and Mrs. Song politely.

"Are you really a cultivator?"

Song Yuanwai and Mrs. Song were a little surprised.

"Grandpa, grandma, don't listen to her, think about it, how can a living person be transformed into a cat? I practice with my master, but I have never heard that a cultivator can become a cat!"

Fan Xiaolian told Song Yuanwai and Mrs. Song about her practice a long time ago.

Song Yuanwai and Mrs. Song were a little shocked at first.

But on second thought.

The mayor was once accepted as a disciple by the immortals of Xuantianmen when he was a child, but he was rejected later.

And the mayor's wife has been a fairy in Xianmen for many years, so she understands.

As for the reason why Fan Xiaolian would speak out about her cultivation, she also had some small thoughts.

Her mother is a widow.

And the Song family is a well-known local family. If they want the Song family not to despise their mother and daughter, they must reflect their own capital value.

And what her capital is, that is, cultivating immortals, she will become an immortal in the future, and that is enough.

This is what Miss Xiaoman told her.

……

Song Yuanwai and Mrs. Song couldn't help but nodded to Fan Xiaolian's words.

Since even the mayor said that immortal cultivators can't turn into cats, they definitely can't.

In fact, Bu Fan never said these words, these words were all made up by Fan Xiaolian.

Fan Xiaolian simply felt that this inexplicable woman was dangerous.

"You have only lived for a few years, what do you know about cultivation?"

Luo Qingcheng somewhat hated this Fan Xiaolian, but she did not dare to offend this Fan Xiaolian, after all, this Fan Xiaolian was that existing disciple.

"So, have you lived a long time? A thousand-year-old monster?" Fan Xiaolian, who was not a vegetarian, retorted.

Luo Qingcheng gritted her teeth. Although she did live a long time, there is no woman in the world who would say that she is old.

"Little Lotus!"

Yang Yulan immediately reprimanded her softly, and then apologized to Luo Qingcheng, "This...girl, my daughter didn't mean to offend you, don't mind!"

Yang Yulan didn't know how to address Luo Qingcheng, but after thinking about it, it was better to call her a girl.

"As a Nascent Soul cultivator, I naturally don't care about a child!"

Luo Qingcheng sneered coldly, and couldn't help but slander her, what a mother and daughter, they actually had a bad face in front of her and a bad face in the other.

When Fan Xiaolian heard that Luo Qingcheng was a Nascent Soul cultivator, she was slightly startled.

Although she has just practiced for a short time, she still understands the division of realms.

Moreover, she knew from Sister Xiaoman that the Yuanying cultivator could establish a sect in the Great Wei Dynasty, and was like an ancestor.

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