Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

Bai Chuwei said righteously: "I'm talking about brain holes, I haven't seen anything else."

Duan Feihan: "..."

Bai Chuwei saw Duan Feihan's slightly collapsed side face, and couldn't help sighing in her heart.

Obviously Duan Feihan is much more innocent than her, and he insists on not letting her take advantage.

Duan Feihan's Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously, stepping on the accelerator and drove to his destination.

Bai Chuwei threw the phone into her bag. Although her aura is gradually recovering, there are only a few people who can actually step into the gate of immortality.

The unnatural administration would not want everyone to know about cultivating immortals. After all, some people don’t have the roots of cultivating immortals. If they know that some people can cultivate they cannot, this will cause trouble.

The ancestors predicted that according to this slow recovery speed, it will take at least several decades before the whole people can cultivate immortals, right?

It didn't take long to reach the destination, and the two got out of the car.

It turned out to be a theater in Haicheng, covering a large area, and there are usually more elderly people.

Bai Chuwei played with the Panlong jade pendant in her hand, and walked inside with Duan Feihan.

"Two guests, before the official opening of the theater, the two will come later." An old man sweeping the floor looked at them and said with a smile.

Duan Feihan's eyes were deserted: "We don't listen to the drama."

The old man was taken aback, his gaze fell on the Panlong jade pendant in Bai Chuwei's hand, and then he smiled again: "That's weird, you come to our theater to listen to the opera, you don't listen to the opera...???"

The old man was shocked, watching Bai Chuwei pull Duan Feihan and walked inside.

This little girl, do you know what it means to respect the old and love the young? He didn't finish her words, she left?

Although the theater has not officially opened yet, a group of theater actors are rehearsing on stage. There is noisy gongs and drums in the theater, and various drama words float in the ears of the two, so it is so lively.

They went around in the theater without seeing anything unusual.

Just now, the old man caught up with breathlessly and squashed his mouth and said, "I said that the show hasn't started yet. What are you looking for? This is a theater. Can you have what you two young people want?"

Bai Chuwei glanced sideways, her tone disgusting: "Little old man, don't act in front of me."

The ancestor has lived for more than five thousand years, and she knows what these children are thinking with just one look.

acting?

The old man was taken aback for a moment and looked at Bai Chuwei grievedly.

Bai Chuwei sighed, putting a hand lazily on Duan Feihan's shoulder, resting his toes on the ground leisurely, and casually said: "Old man, want me to go straight down here? Then half of your theater may have to be destroyed by me. Up."

The old man's pupils shrank, watching Bai Chuwei lightly touching the toes of the ground, his breathing suddenly accelerated.

She... how did she know?

The old man was silent, turned and walked towards the side hall of the theater.

There was no one in the side hall. The old man pushed a chair away, pulled the blackout curtain behind him, and an elevator that only led to the underground appeared in front of him.

Bai Chuwei and Duan Feihan stepped into the elevator decisively. There was only one selection button in the elevator, which was the seventh floor underground.

The icy numbers on the elevator were beating, and after a few seconds, the elevator door opened, and glaring incandescent lamps came in immediately...

Before Bai Chuwei and Duan Feihan had time to go out, there were loud shouts one after another: "Welcome young master!"