Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

"Second elder martial brother, I'm not a ghost." Lin Jinan stops the Jishuang mountain and grabs his hand in the past.

He has body temperature, heartbeat and shadow. He is a living man.

"Younger martial brother, you are not dead! How wonderful Season frost in the eyes of panic into excited joy, his vision fell on the body of the youth, up and down to look at once.

After disappearing for a few days, the younger martial brother looks very energetic, and his skin is smooth and tender. It seems that he has been well moistened.

Gradually, a figure of a man appeared in his mind. He stood behind the young man, holding his hands around the waist of his younger martial brother and doing all kinds of excessive things to him,

stop! No more thinking! Ji Shuang strangles Duan Jingyan in his mind.

He took the young man's hand and ran up the mountain. "Younger martial brother, let's go back quickly. Master, if he knows that you are still alive, he will be very happy."

Lin Jinan hugged the trunk of a big Sophora tree, and let Ji Shuang drag it. "Second elder martial brother, does that matter?"

He pointed at the small hill bag, the tone was inexplicable, and he always felt that he was in a panic.

"It's easy to do, younger martial brother. You should stand a little farther and watch the elder martial brother." Say, season frost then pinch out a pithy formula.

After the sound of an explosion, the hill was razed to the ground, broken into several pieces of wooden cards, no trace.

"The second senior brother is really good at it!" Lin Jinan stretched out his thumb, and his praise was out of his mind.

Ji Shuang's face is full of joy, and he brings his younger brother back to the clan.

On the way, those disciples who met with the teenagers opened their mouths one after another. The news of the younger martial brother's resurrection from death spread to Zhao Zonghe's ears like wings.

The scroll on the old man's hand fell to the ground, and his face was full of four unbelievable characters.

"Master, the disciple is back." Lin Jinan stepped into the hall and saw Zhao Zonghe sitting at his desk reading.

Zhao Zong and his little apprentice were so happy that they couldn't even speak.

"Master, the younger brother is not dead. He came back alive." Ji Shuang was watching, almost falling into tears, he warned.

"Come back, come back, OK, come back, ok..." Zhao Zonghe stretched out his fingers and placed them horizontally between his nose.

It's confirmed that breathing is alive. There's nothing wrong with it.

He was worried that someone would deliberately pretend to be a little apprentice and go to Xianjian sect. If he wanted to do something wrong, he opened his mouth and told the young man in front of him to open the sea for him to explore.

Lin Jinan obediently listened to the words, a moment later, Zhao Zong and his wisp of aura back.

"Master? Don't you cry, I'm not good? I brought you a present Lin Jinan is quite in a hurry. The old man in front of him is almost wailing and crying, and there is no image of Banfen xianzun.

He gave Ji Shuang a look, two people, one left and one right, helped Zhao Zonghe up.

Lin Jinan pulled the big sack out of the storage ring and poured it out.

In the hall, the jewels, a pile of treasures, flash people blind.

The younger martial brother not only did not die, but also brought gifts back to everyone. Everyone had a share. The news was spread all over the Xianjian sect, and they spontaneously formed a long line, a scene of celebration and excitement.

"Take it, younger martial brother. This is your gift." Lin Jinan handed a small shark tears to a white beard, wearing coarse cloth clothes of the outside door disciple's hand.

In the world of practitioners, the comparison is never the size of age, but the strength of strength.

Strong strength, you can be in the front of the disciples in the sect. The strength is weak, so I'm sorry, even a young child, you have to call him senior brother.