My host is a playboy

Chapter 825 I am a Flower Without Emotions 50
After all, as long as Jiang Wuyou is dealt with, how many people can be worth it?Whoever does not do such a cost-effective deal is a fool.

It's just that such an idea is indeed very good, but it is a bit too idealistic.

What is Cui Nanyi now, how could he get close to Jiang Wuyou?

But in the end, Cui Nanyi was still tempted by the face-slapping system, and fell in love with Jiang Wuyou, but this heartbeat was not the other heartbeat.

It was the rhythm of wanting to attack Jiang Wuyou, but I have to say that Cui Nanyi and the face-slapping system really thought things too well.

Who is Jiang Wuyou, the daughter of heaven in this world.

How could it be possible for you to count like this, you thought you counted a few onions.

Cui Nanyi wanted to find a chance to make Jiang Wuyou look ugly, and compare himself to Jiang Wuyou, so he would get points.

However, Cui Nanyi has been watching for so long, and now he can't even touch a piece of Jiang Wuyou's clothes.

After all, the identities of these two people are very different, and it is still a little difficult to meet if they want to meet.

Cui Nanyi is like the jumping clown here, looking for opportunities every day to win luck from Jiang Wuyou and earn points.

On the other hand, Yun Qing's life should not be too comfortable.

Cultivation has no time, time is slowly flowing, Yun Qing is used to it, and doesn't feel much anymore.

After all, if you go to the countryside to do as the Romans do, and come to the present world, you can no longer measure the current time with the time in the world.

During these days, Yun Qing met Funan a few times, but Funan took a deep look at Yun Qing, and although he didn't say anything, Yun Qing always felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Although I don't know where this anxiety comes from, it is certain that it does exist.

Yun Qing now has no memories of the previous world, and has lost contact with 6767, so she can only rely on her memories in this world to struggle alone.

It can also be regarded as a kind of experience and growth, and time passes by quietly in such years.

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Funan looked at a small flower in a daze, and it was self-evident who he was thinking about.

Seeing Funan's expression, Songqing said teasingly, "What is Senior Brother Funan thinking about? You're thinking so intently."

Songqing thought that such a teasing tone would make Funan feel shy, but the facts proved that Songqing was still too young.

How can a person like Funan who has a high level of cultivation but has no face or skin use the thoughts of a normal person to speculate on his thoughts?

Funan just raised his eyelids and glanced at Song Qing lightly, although he didn't say a word.

But Song Qing felt inexplicable pressure.

Song Qing still had a smile on his face, but that smile was much stiffer than before.

"Brother Funan, I'm just asking." Song Qing's smile became a little awkward.

Funan said flatly: "What I'm thinking about is what you want to know, and I don't want to tell you. Since it's something you want to know, then you can guess for yourself."

There is no difference between saying this and not saying it.

Hearing these words, Song Qing felt an indescribable feeling of oppression in his heart, but Song Qing was already used to Funan's tone.

It's just a little feeling to hear it like this now, after all, I'm almost used to it.

(End of this chapter)