[Sword Three] Photosynthesis of Brother Hua

"Are you telling the truth yourself, or are you going to tell the truth after I beat you up, huh?"

Qian Lin folded her hands on her chest, looking down at Wanjing.

Wanjing was planted in a new flowerpot, and now she is full of depression, only thinking that peanuts are hopeless.

Even an opponent like a pig can't stop a teammate like a god pit from dying. This sentence is really true.

No matter how wise and unstoppable he is, he can't stop the stupid system from killing him.

Ever since she was teleported by Juekongfeng to this place that can still be seen, Qian Lin sent Bi Yin and Su Qi aside, and threatened and lured them all into battle against a certain little flower. .

It took Wanjing a little while to figure out how to use the secret chat ability, another little while trying to implement the rules of resisting strictness and going home for the New Year, and another little while tearfully doing the dying Struggling, and finally succumbing to the power of the Great Demon King Qianlin.

He was thinking about losing people but not losing power, ah no, a lie that cannot be seen through by the enemy is not a lie, and a disguise that cannot be seen through by perverts is a qualified disguise. If you are honest on the surface, you will resist to the end and try your best to survive in this monstrous world. Win the first battle against Qian Rin!

"Put away your messy thoughts," Qian Lin narrowed her eyes, "If you dare to lie to me, you will be at your own risk."

It's just terrible.

Wan Jing felt a little bad about losing momentum before the start.

He was thinking about how to make up these words to suit Qian Lin's perverted appetite, whether to follow the high-cold and psychedelic route, or to follow the route where fellow villagers see fellow villagers with tears in their eyes, or simply come up with something strange that seems to be attached to me just now. Body and today's wind is so noisy comprehensive route.

Telling the truth is naturally out of his consideration.

Stealing people is a profound and complicated job that requires sufficient preliminary preparations, calm on-the-spot performance, and detailed post-production adjustments. Wanjing believes that the early stage preparations are insufficient, and he can only rely on on-site performance and continued to deceive people afterwards to ensure a certain future. One day, Qianlin the Great Demon King can fully experience the feeling of being slapped in the face.

He thought about it carefully, and decided to use the most sincere crying as the lead, supplemented by indignation in both voice and action, and then use a sigh of loss to transition, and finally came a decision that he could not love in his life.

If you can add a twisted and bizarre life experience, it will be perfect.

Wan Jing put aside the perfect plan in his mind, and finally returned to the real world contentedly. Just as he was about to speak, he looked at Qian Rin with eyes that seemed gentle but hidden danger and nothing to do.

"Have you figured out how to make it up?" Qian Lin said coolly.

It's not that our combat effectiveness is insufficient, but that the enemy is simply not human.

All Wanjing's belly drafts were burned to slag in an instant, and only four words came out after holding it in for a long time.

[It's a long story. ]

At the end, there was a sigh of lack of confidence.

"Then pick the key ones."

Help, there are always people who don't follow the script!

[Why don’t you ask me to answer it?] Wanjing replied dryly. After thinking about it, he thought it was too elliptical, and then said, [Things are too tortuous, bizarre, complicated and rare, so that you won’t have any understanding because of my description. The mistake on the above, I think this is better. ]

It is also more convenient for him to make reasonable modifications and adjustments to the answers.

"Okay, let's talk about the appellation first." Qian Lin poked at Wan Jing's heartache, "I never thought that you always use the word pervert to describe me."

[Actually, it’s a pet name, our family likes to use such words to express our kindness and love,] Wanjing began to make up random things, [There is a saying in our family called cheap names are easy to support, in fact, they are all The same reason. ]

"Which family are you from?"

Wanjing was silent for a few seconds, and a string of names similar to Dadu Tiaogu, Coquettish Lijinghua, Big Bird on the crotch/under the crotch, and ink on your face flew by, and then they were snuffed out one by one.

[Our family is called Wanhua, the flower of Wanhua in thousands of rivers and mountains...] Wanjing dismissed Qianlin's dangerous smile, and added, [That's why my name is Wanjing!Ten thousand is ten thousand flowers!The view is the view of the view! ]

……

"Wanhua Clan?" Qian Lin said softly, "I've never heard of such a clan."

If you don't know much, you can't blame others.

Wanjing thought silently.

[It is related to the secrets of the family, so there is no need to say more. ]

"Then what is your telepathic ability?"

[...The innate ability of our family is called Secret Chat. ]

"Is there anything else besides this?"

[Powerful healing and support capabilities, sufficient combat capabilities. ]

Of course, there is also the beauty ability of flowing long hair.

"Why did it appear in the territory of human cultivators?"

[The elders of the family said that if our family wants to practice Taoism, we must first enter the world, so they threw me over. ]

"Are you... female or male?"

Grandpa is a man.

[… male. ]

……

Qian Rin asked a few innocuous questions.

Wanjing also made it up with trepidation.

She was already prepared to accept the storm, but in the end it was just a gentle breeze, and a certain little flower couldn't help cheering softly in her heart, celebrating the victory of the first battle.

interesting.

There are people who are not afraid of death.

The emotion in Qian Lin's eyes was unclear, but her movements were very gentle, her fingers moved across the petals, young leaves, and flower stems of Wanjing, and finally her whole hand gently encased a certain flower.

The veins on the back of the hand appeared faintly, and then disappeared in an instant.

After a while, he opened his palm and let go of a certain flower.

"Wanjing." Qian Lin's voice was gentle, but the words he said were like thunder, directly blasting a certain flower to freeze in place.

"It's well written."

"Half-truth, half-false, half-truth, half-truth, seemingly nothing, at first glance, there is no flaw, but—"

"The skill is not at home yet."

He shook his head, looked regretful, and sighed helplessly.

"This ghost land is not a good place to ask questions. I'll let you go first. You can take this time to think about it."

"Should I be frank and honest, or continue to make up without fear of death."

"If you choose the latter—"

"As I said, do so at your own peril."

This flower is not hiding anything.

After going back, this account must be carefully calculated.

Wan Jing stared blankly at Shi Zheng for a while, and after realizing it, he couldn't help but cursed himself inwardly.

After a few days of comfortable life, I forgot the nature of the person in front of me.

He suppressed the lack of confidence in his heart, and when he hesitated, he glanced at the experience bar that was close to the forty mark, and had some thoughts in his heart.

36 counting is the best.

I can't afford to provoke him, but can't I hide it?

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Seeing Qian Lin and Wan Jing having a good time here, you ask me, if you answer wrong, you will eat your game, and if you deduct too many points, you will eat your game. Bi Yin and Su Qi were curious, but they didn't try to eavesdrop. , but the two of them secretly chatted about topics like "we should understand", "there is always a reason for getting sick", "wildflowers are actually good" and other topics.

Bi Yin lowered her voice: "Last time, Qian Lin took that potted flower to Bihua Mountain to let me see the varieties. At that time, I felt a little abnormal. Who would treat a potted flower as a treasure? "

Su Qi was slightly worried: "Senior brother has never been a person who would affect his xinxing because of things around him, did something go wrong during his cultivation recently?"

Bi Yan is very serious: "Our family has always seen everything in the world, and Qian Lin's problem is actually nothing. You see, the pink fairy likes to bathe with human blood. Didn't Hong Tianzun spread a quirk of wearing women's clothes? Thinking about it, Qian Lin can be regarded as a celebrity in this cultivation world, so it's okay to have a little eccentricity."

Su Qi frowned: "It's better not to say such things, how can senior brother be compared to those people?"

Bi Yin shook her head: "This is wrong. No matter how powerful Qian Lin is, he is still a human being, and he has human inferiority. Don't look at how he has deceived many little girls with his fairy-tale demeanor when he doesn't speak or pervert. Maybe in private it's a—"

"What is it?"

"He is a star in the world of comprehension who is unique in heaven and earth, and only once in the past and present! My admiration for him is as surging and rippling as a surging river!"

Bi Yin changed her words in a timely manner.

Qian Lin ignored Bi Yin, and called Wan Jing to say hello.

Wan Jing said to Bi Yin: [Hello, I am Wan Jing, yes, it is the potted flower in front of you.Don't look at me with that kind of eyes like I'm a monster. Speaking of which, we are still of the same origin, and they are all just panacea. By the way, can you give up your stupid eyes. ]

Then he turned to Su Qi again: [Hi, stupid shopkeeper!I am the pot of flowers in front of you that you have raised for a while!Seeing that you are nice to me, I don't care about your poor gardening skills!If you can, someday take me back to raise it! ]

It turns out that semen can also be contagious.

Wan Jing silently looked at the two secret chats he sent, and reflected on himself in his heart.

In the secret chat, only the designated person can hear. Although Qian Lin didn't know what Wan Jing said, but seeing the expressions of the two in front of him as if they had seen a ghost, she also guessed something in her heart.

He expressed his pleasure.

Here, Bi Yin, who had been hit too hard, suddenly realized.

"Wildflowers have become fine."

Wan Jing smiled: Why are there always people who are so persistent in thinking that he is a wild flower.

Su Qi became interested. He looked at Wanjing without concealing his amazement. Just as he was about to ask something, a figure suddenly appeared behind him. It seemed to be a man. His appearance was obscured by the black mist, but he was actually a demon. A member of the sect, holding a sword in his hand, raised his sword at Su Qi and stabbed him.

Su Qi's eyes froze, he sideways dodged the attack, took the sword with his backhand, and spilled a piece of medicinal powder with his other hand, which stained the man's body and began to corrode his clothes.

A pharmacist has always been a master at using poison.

The man was not affected too much, the poisonous gas was swallowed by the black mist bit by bit, he snorted softly, the sword in his hand turned into thousands of phantoms with teeth and claws, and the strong devilish energy infected the surrounding plants , Wherever he went, there was no grass growing.

"Although the demonic energy of the Demon Sect has the ability to devour the essence of all things, if it is to reach this level, it is by no means an ordinary demon cultivator." Qian Lin looked at the visitor coldly, "The first hall and two of the Demon Sect The people on the third floor of the palace have never bothered to step into the ghost realm, which force are you sent by?"

"I didn't expect there to be someone who has such a thorough understanding of our Demon Sect. It seems that the identity behind you is not ordinary." The man seemed a little surprised, but his tone was still playful, "In the cultivation world, People who have reached this level at such a young age still have some connections with the Demon Sect, only the rumored Qianslayer Qian Lin, who is definitely not less famous than the Demon Sect.”

"This trip is the right one. Not only did I meet Qianslayer, but also Bi Yin from the Bihua Yinyuehua clan, and Su Qi, the most amazing and beautiful alchemist under Cen Ji," the man licked. There was a hint of excitement on his lips, "It is said that the Bihua Yinyuehua clan is arrogant and arrogant, who would have thought that they would be mixed up with the Thousand Killers. Not only that, Su Qi, who was rumored to be seriously injured after the first battle of Qingluo, was completely unresponsive." Hurt, if this news is sold to Jinxiu Building, it will definitely be very interesting."

Qian Lin looked at him as if he was looking at a dead person.

"At first, I thought I was enough to die, but I didn't expect that there are really people outside the world." Bi Yin sighed.

The man seemed to be hesitating and wanted to say something else, a sword light struck quickly, his pupils shrank and he quickly dodged, who knew that the sword light was divided into two, and then divided into four, and the four sword lights struck from four directions at the same time Come, never give up until you take your life.

If Qian Lin wanted to kill someone, no one would survive.

The man was in a hurry, and while jumping up and down to dodge, seeing that his posture was very familiar with such things, he couldn't help shouting at the top of his voice.

"The strong men are merciful! I don't have any malicious intentions, I just want to come and fight for a team!"

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm really going to die! I swear that I never have the idea of ​​selling your news to Jinxiu Tower and making a fortune!"

"Your Excellency Qianslayer, your lord has a lot of people, let's get over this matter! Even people who cultivate demons have good people like me!"

"Aww! I got it! I got it! Wait for the beauty over there, let's get to know each other anyway, you can't just leave it alone!"

Wanjing Yuanmu.

Don't pretend to be forceful, you will be struck by lightning.