[Sword Three] Photosynthesis of Brother Hua

Wan Jing entered the inner city with Qian Lin with a dark face.

He and Qian Lin both have excellent looks, so standing together attracted a lot of attention. Those who looked at Qian Lin were mostly female cultivators with shy eyebrows and eyes. Don't ask him Why do female cultivators appear here? There are not a few people in the cultivation world who harvest yang and replenish yin.

And those who looked at him were mostly male cultivators.

This realization made both his and Qian Lin's faces darken at the same time.

The formation in Yehai's Sleepless Capital suppressed the strength of all cultivators below Yuanying. This was a watershed in the cultivation process, and it also represented the division of strength. After all, most people stopped at the Jindan stage.

Although Qian Lin's cultivation base was also suppressed, his murderous aura coming out of the sea of ​​blood was not fake. After dispersing the people around him, he hurried to Yaoxian Pavilion with Wan Jing in his arms.

Yaoxian Pavilion's daily selection of guests for the best furnace is usually from You to Xu, and it is getting late now, so it must be not far from Xu.

Sure enough, when they arrived, most of the furnaces had already selected their guests, but the room was still full of people. It seemed that the main event had not yet appeared, and even those who had already been selected wanted to see it. The style of this beauty.

Qing Qing.

Many people come for him.

Wan Jing saw this person for the first time, and he understood why so many people crowded here just to take a look at him.

Standing on the second floor and looking down, the man was wearing a slightly transparent white gown that covered his entire body, but it was this faint temptation that made people feel even more itchy. The style under the clothes.

His beauty is youthful and seductive, his eyebrows are more handsome than delicate, and the corners of his eyes are specially painted with a touch of red, matching the man's blue eyes with watery light, and delicate The flower-like lips make people unable to bear the urge to kiss Fangze.

"Are these—the people of today?" Upstairs, Qingqing smiled charmingly, without a trace of deliberate softness in her voice, but it was so charming that it made people's hearts tremble, full of tenderness overflowed, as if being caught It's like drinking old wine, just a glass, and you're drunk.

Wan Jing didn't have such thoughts.

It's just that he remembered that the rule was that Lu Ding would choose the guests on his own. According to Qingqing's seductive style, he always felt that he would not be attracted to him.

Speaking of which, Wan Jing looked around for a week, and among the people in the room, Qian Rin seemed to be the most likely.

Qian Lin's demeanor is indeed the most outstanding, plus his own strength is there, and when he smiles silently, he obviously carries a kind of aura of a superior. All these gather together, and compare the people around him abruptly. go down.

It was only then that Wan Jing clearly realized that there was a coquettish side in Qian Rin's temperament.

He poked open the system, called up the mission, and shared it with Qian Lin.

Missions can be shared with teammates, but not all missions can, and this mission, Wan Jing was surprised to find that he can share it with Qian Lin!

After all, according to this trend, this Qingqing would obviously choose Qianlin. At that time, after Qianlin and Qingqing came into contact, the first ring of the trigger task was completed.

After Wanjing shared, Qianlin also felt it.

A few traces of surprise seemed to flash in his rare eyes, and he looked down at Wanjing, who raised his head, blinked, and returned a pure and innocent smile.

[I shared the mission with you, Qingqing will definitely choose you later, and the mission will be completed then] Wanjing chatted.

Qian Lin's face was a little cold.

"You really hope that I will be chosen?" There was an inexplicable annoyance in his heart.

Doesn't this little flower care about such things at all?

Under normal circumstances, he shouldn't be allowed to appear in this kind of place, so why would he say something like "the task is finally completed" with a full face of excitement? !

He really wanted to see what was in the brain of this flower.

[Is it a bit strange to share past tasks? ] Wan Jing thought about it, and felt that this reason was the most reliable. After all, Qian Lin didn't have a system, and he didn't know what kind of mission he felt.

"No, it's normal. I'm still surprised that your family still has such abilities." Qian Lin replied with a half-smile.

Wan Xiaohua, who has an excellent sixth sense, moved to the side without moving her expression, but she was pinched by Qian Lin, and she had to try her best to smile lightly, and then she was hugged by Qian Lin in front of her violently, and then pretended Observing the current situation on the field as if nothing had happened.

Qing Qing seemed to have sized up the people in the circle, Wan Jing watched his gaze, and found that he had indeed stayed on Qian Rin for the longest time.

Then, suddenly, he met Wanjing's eyes.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, he looked away again, and whispered these things to a person beside him, who then stepped back, and after a while, he came out with a chrysanthemum.

According to the rules of the Yaoxian Pavilion, when Lu Ding chooses the person he likes, he will let one person bring a flower and give it to that person, and this flower is usually chosen by Lu Ding himself, and it will be changed frequently .

The reason for the replacement is generally based on mood.

After seeing the chrysanthemum, Wan Jing shrugged his shoulders and tried hard to hold back a smile.

He couldn't wait to bring Qian Lin with the chrysanthemum scene.

As soon as the man walked out holding the chrysanthemum, he received everyone's attention.

Those who stood closer would slap their thighs in frustration when they saw that person walking straight forward, while those who stood a little further away stretched their necks and raised their heads in anticipation. , the eyes opened as if they could fall out, if they were skipped, they held a breath, and their face turned from red to white.

Finally, the man walked up to Wan Jing and Qian Lin and stood still.

Wan Jing thought to himself, as he expected, it was indeed Qian Lin.

"Master Qingqing's order, give this flower to the person in purple and black clothes." The person handed the chrysanthemum forward, facing Wanjing directly.

Purple and black clothes.

Wan Jing silently looked down at the school uniform of Da Wanhua Valley, then looked back at Qian Lin who was dressed in white, and then looked forward at the chrysanthemum handed over by the man, always felt that there was a deep irony in it in.

"Is this... for me?" He asked uncertainly.

The man nodded.

Qian Lin's face darkened behind him.

This situation is even more unpleasant than a certain little flower being unconscious.

Therefore, Qian Lin waved the flower away coldly, looked at the man in front of him with a bit of astonished expression, and said, "Tell your son, he won't go."

Chirin, Chirin, calm down!

His mission is still there!

Wan Jing turned his head, and winked desperately at Qian Rin, seeing the latter's unmoved appearance, he simply launched a secret chat bombing method, knowing that Qian Rin's head popped out with blue veins one after another, only to see the momentum Not good obediently quieted down.

The man picked up the chrysanthemum that had been murdered, and stood there, neither handing it over nor going back.

This is the first time I have encountered such a thing after working for so long.

The people who came to the Yaoxian Pavilion were originally going for the top-grade furnace, so there was no reason why they would not go if they were selected. Others couldn't even dream of getting the chance.

Through Wanjing's eyes begging Dafa and secretly chatting about bombing Dafa, plus repeatedly promising that he would never do anything just to do a mission in the past, Qian Lin let Wanjing go, and gritted his teeth and whispered in his ear, " I'll look for you when the crowd clears and if you see something—hehe".

Hehe, these two words, in this world of comprehension, also combine the meanings of "you can do this", "at your own risk", and "what do you think I am thinking now", which makes people feel good when they say it, and listen to it. When it arrives, I can't wait to slap it up.

Hehe, what is hehe, do you think you are the only one who can hehe?

Wan Jing took the chrysanthemum and followed the man. Before leaving, he sent Qian Lin a secret chat with a noble and cold expression.

[Oh. ]

Chirin: "..."

Stupid human beings don't know that "oh" has the same lethality as "hehe".

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Qingqing's room is on the top floor of Yaoxian Pavilion.

The man led Wanjing to the right and left, through the long corridor. The wooden floor under his feet made a creaking sound when he stepped on it. Along the way, Wanjing saw many rooms and doors. There is a flower hanging on each of them, there are all kinds of flowers, presumably it should be the kind of flower that Luding himself chose.

Wan Jing followed him to the highest floor, and stepped onto the first room on the left turn of the stairs. The man put the chrysanthemum in his hand on the doorknob, and then knocked on the door lightly three times. After softly "entering", he bowed respectfully to Wanjing, and then left on his own.

Wan Jing stretched out his hand, and pushed open the door a little nervously.

I really can't blame him for being nervous, since he was a child, it was the second time he came to this kind of place, the first time was staying in a flower pot and being brought into the Chunhuan Pavilion by Qian Lin, so naturally he didn't have as many feelings as he does now.

The furnishings in the house are not much different from what Wanjing expected.

It is mainly red and pink, and even the light is a little dark, creating a hazy atmosphere. On the bed not far away, Qing Qing is still wearing the white translucent shirt inside, but she is wearing a black shirt on the outside. He leaned on the bed, yawned, and when he saw Wan Jing walking in, he got up, with a bit of interest in his eyes.

"Qing Qing...isn't it?" Wan Jing read his name once, and seeing that there was no response to the mission, he walked a few steps in, about two arms away, and then, the person on the first ring The mission finally showed that it was completed, and at the same time, the mission of the second ring was also triggered.

Before Wanjing had the patience to see what it was, Qingqing approached suddenly, with a little water in his eyes, and a charming smile, he reached out his hand to caress Wanjing's cheek, but was caught by the latter After dodging, he blinked and looked innocently at Wan Jing who had a face full of "stay away from me".

"Really. Why are you so nervous?" Qing Qing found a place to sit down a little bored, "I won't eat you again."

After finishing speaking, he winked at Wanjing.

Wan Jing's concentration was quite strong, he simply ignored Qing Qing's actions, and asked, "I'm a little curious, why did you choose me instead of...the person behind me?"

"That's a question," Qing Qing put one hand under her chin and hooked her lips, "Because I'm tired today, so I don't want to do anything."

Wanjing couldn't understand what he meant.

Qing Qing looked at his somewhat bewildered face, and burst out laughing.

"I mean, the two of us—" he licked his lips, "we're both the bottom one on the bed, and if we touch each other, nothing will happen, understand?"

Wanjing: "..."