Who cares about the mess and filth of Shenyuan Cave, aren't there so many players!

Anyway, she has neither the consciousness to be a savior, nor the ambition to dominate the world.

Having meat to eat every day, drilling a warm quilt, and planting fields is the ideal life she yearns for the most.

Anyway, apart from the two fools who robbed her, none of the other players who stepped into this dungeon were seen, so they probably fell near the protagonist.

As an ordinary man who lives a mess, Jian Ning has no interest in caring about what the protagonist is doing, and a mediocre person like her naturally has a wall with an ambitious protagonist.

If the mind is not on the same level, it is not a person of the world.

Unhurried, full of food and drink, Jian Ning handed over the antibiotics and antipyretics to Aunt Luo, explained the dosage in detail, and found a room in the courtyard to sleep.

At night, everything is silent.

Even the chirping of insects was silenced.

The black clouds gradually swallowed the moonlight, and the night became darker and darker, and in the dimness, a faint blue candle flame fluttered and lit.

The courtyard is barren and grassy, and the treetops are full of shadows.

A pair of jade bone-like bare feet stepped lightly on the bluestone slab, drifting on the winding path, and the fluttering clothes were blown by the cool breeze of the night, leaving a shadow of the void and the reality.

In this silent night, there is a mysterious forest.

In the room where Jian Ning was, there was a slight soft sound from the window.

Huo Ran opened his eyes, and a figure vaguely came into view, Jian Ning sat up suddenly, and his hand hidden in the quilt clutched his weapon.

The figure stood motionless in front of the window, and Jian Ning straightened his back and sat on the bed without moving.

The eyes adjusted to the darkness, and the blue light that drifted on the side of the man became more abundant, and the figure that suddenly broke in was clearly visible.

God, the benefactor of all things.

His eyebrows and eyes are like flowing water, his skin is glowing with a cold white luster, his pupils are extremely light, like clear amber, and his bright red lips are as hot as fire, colliding with a contradictory extreme beauty.

He stood there like a fairy, lightly wearing his belt and shoeing without shoes.

He is lonely and cold, with long black ink hair like a waterfall, flowing like water and moonlight.

He was cold and indifferent, transcendent and lonely.

What an immortal who drinks the essence of the sun and the moon, and the jade dew in the morning.

The eyes he looked at were indifferent and without a trace of emotion, and just one glance made people feel like falling into the abyss.

But it was someone else, Jian Ning took away her guard, showed a silly smile, and her eyes flashed with curiosity, "Are you an immortal from the sky?"

Others only glanced at it as if falling into the abyss, and Jian Ning could see at a glance that the clothes he was wearing were exactly the same as the style carved on the statue of the god, and the dark jacquard on the cuffs and placket was exactly the same, but the color was not so shiny, close to the milky white light gold.

A piece of the pale gold costume was missing, and Jian Ning's eyes swept past his ankle without a trace, and he remembered the vacant piece in a certain position of the idol, and instantly realized.

He is who he is.

The idol is alive!

Did he know that a piece of his clothes had been ripped off?

No, why should I care about this, he is alive, how can the golden statue move home......

Grasp the key, his expression is immediately like a bankrupt rich man, the naked eye is visibly atrophied, Jian Ning has a heart attack, this transaction is really a big loss, I originally planned to dig up gold quietly before leaving, but now it is in the soup!

With a wave of his sleeves, the room suddenly became as bright as day. The shadow of the light flows on the pale gold, reflecting the fantastic light and shadow.

It brings out his detachment even more.

Jian Ning shook his head, Aunt Luo and they were an old man, and the god that was depicted in people's minds should be a bad old man in white clothes and white beard.

This gap!

He walked slowly towards her, slowly stopping two steps away, looking at her condescendingly.

"You're to my liking. He said.

Jian Ninghehe~ Excuse me,

You're not to my liking.

Thinking of something, Jian Ning suddenly became evil.

She stood up and pointed out the window, "What do you see behind you?"

God turned his head,

Jian Ning was in the posture of a strong man going to death

- Gave God a stick.

He turned his head slowly, his expression pale and his amber eyes glowing with interest.

Jian Ning stared at the iron rod that was broken in two, lightning activated the emergency mechanism, put his hands together, and clenched his fists to compliment, "The sect master's divine skills are world-famous, and they will last for generations." ”

Pretending to be stupid and gaging is the only way out, and he can think that I have a bad brain.

Just now, Jian Ning suddenly blessed his soul, and God appeared, does that mean that the task of the dead plate has taken a turn for the better, first explore the bottom line and then make plans, know where the bottom line is, and then formulate a strategy to start.

After all, time is pressing, there are only four days left, and I can't do it once, and next time I will still hover in this dungeon, Jian Ning doesn't like this dungeon from the bottom of my heart, because there is no ore source, and the mine source has been excavated by the traverser.

"You're bold. He curled the corners of his lips lazily, looking rather playful.

"Ah, it's not a dream!" said Jian Ning in a sweet tone, "I thought I was dreaming when I saw the immortal who was so unearthly." ”

Disturb people's dreams, deserve it!

"How old are you?" he asked.

Janine replied quickly, "Thirteen." "I was still a kid.

"Thirteen?" he looked closer, his neck slender and graceful, "Are you transfigured?"

Jian Ning nodded with a confused expression.

"Xuanqing. He said.

Jian Ning was confused, "?"

"My name, Xuanqing. His voice was extremely beautiful, like spring water hitting jade, clear and pleasant, melodious aftertaste, and faintly with a soul-snatching magic: "I allow you to call my name." ”

"Whoever wants to call your name, who wants your permission!"

"You?" he chucked his chin up.

Jian Ning looked confused, really confused at the moment.

Why do you feel that this god is a bit of a god, running to the woman's boudoir in the middle of the night, just to chatter?

Xuanqing did not allow her to be silent, "Your name." ”

Jian Ning fanned her eyelashes, "Little flower." ”

"Liar!" he chuckled.

Jian Ning said tentatively, "Xiao Ming?"

"Liar!"

"Xiaohui?"

"Liar!"

"Xiaofang?"

"Liar!"

Jian Ning admitted defeat and bowed to the wind, "Xiao Ning." ”

"That's good," he smiled, like a snow lotus blooming on the top of a mountain.

I can't get his point, what kind of laughter is it? Is the name Xiao Ning pleasing to him, or is it this unnutritious conversation?

"Where are you from?" he kept chattering.

Jian Ning yawned and said perfunctorily, "Far away." ”

Xuan Qing's cold white face seemed to be confused, "Where is the distant horizon? Heaven or human world? Well, you don't have mana, you come from another world's human world." ”

Okay, I will ask and answer myself.

I've confirmed, this is a chatterbox, big brother, if you don't sleep in the middle of the night, I'm going to sleep!

That otherworldly god seems to be full of novelty about Jian Ning's world, and Jian Ning can't help but be sleepy to deal with the chattering god, just say it if she can, and talk nonsense if she can't say it.

The chatter listened with relish.

Like,

A widower who has been empty for thousands of years, lonely and unbearable.

Well, he's not a talker, he's just plain lonely.

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