Tempered Immortal

Chapter 1,129, in addition to the evils (below) ()

Seeing Lin Xuan's arrangement, Wu Yuner is very clear, and Shi Bo really deserves to be a teacher. Compared with himself, he has to consider it much more carefully.

Ouyang Qin’s face flashed a trace of horror, the murder of the ghost road, and the big demon in the late Yuan Ying, what happened to Lin Xuan in the past two hundred years, and how much shock and surprise he had to give himself. What?

"Ha ha."

Seeing the heart and staring at himself, Lin Xuan could not help but face a red, reaching out and scratching his head. This action made Wu Yuner secretly funny. Of course, on the surface, he could not show his points. But some jokes can't be opened.

Ying Ying Yi Fu: "Shi Bo, you have come to work hard, stand outside and do what, please go in and tea."

"Ok."

Lin Xuan nodded, so Wu Yuner helped the piano heart to lead the way, and Lin Xuan went to the yard.

This is a separate estate.

The area is not large, but it is chic and elegant. In addition to the aura of the aura, it is a perfect place for self-cultivation. It is Wu Yuner who bought it after spending a lot of money.

Although in the cultivation of holy places like Yunzhou, the monks in the condensate period are nothing, but they are put into the world, but the gods generally exist. It is natural to buy some houses with money.

Lin Xuan was invited to the room, Wu Yuner soaked the tea, and then quietly retired.

Although she is also curious in her heart, what is the relationship between Shibo and Shizun, but this female weird elf knows that there are things that can be known, and there are some things that are best not to inquire.

After she left, there was only a lonely man and a woman in the large living room, Lin Xuan and Ouyang Qinxin.

Two hundred years later, when I was alone for the first time, Lin Xuan really didn't know what to say. It was a little embarrassing, helpless, and had to drink tea.

Ouyang glanced at Lin Xuan and saw him stupid, with some smiles on his lips and a sigh of sigh.

"What's wrong, but the poisoning attack?" Lin Xuan put down the tea pot, some nervous openings.