What?

Affection?

Thirteen Niang almost thought that her ears were broken and she had auditory hallucinations. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She has never been in contact with the love between men and women, and in the face of sudden love words, her fair cheeks slowly spread a layer of shallow redness.

She looked at the Holy Monarch with an embarrassed expression, her eyes flustered, and she was frightened by the other party's words.

"I've heard that cultivators are ranked by seniority, so let's call you a senior. Thirteen Niang was full of entanglement, and her fair face had a complicated expression, "Senior...... This matter is related to the reputation of women, how can it be used as a joke? even if the monks do not pay attention to red tape......"

Shengjun couldn't help but smile, he said frankly, "It's me who is too Meng Lang, but if you say it, it's not a joke." ”

After Thirteen Niang heard this, the blush on her cheeks deepened, as if she had been coated with a heavy red rouge.

"Mortals often say, the road knows the horsepower, and the people will see the hearts of the people for a long time. My mind, Thirteen Niang will understand in the future. ”

Thirteen Niang shook her head, she calmed her restless emotions and said calmly, "I haven't seen your mind, although I haven't experienced it, but the relationship between men and women is not like this." I'm just joking when you're joking, and don't say anything like this in the future. ”

The Holy Monarch was dumbfounded, seeing that her eyes were clear and not perfunctory, there was some inexplicable strangeness in his heart.

He promised to keep her for fifty years, so naturally he would not easily break his promise.

However, on the first day of staying, I encountered problems.

"What are you doing?" Thirteen Niang returned to the house, was sorting out the codex, heard movement outside, stretched out her head to look, and saw that No. 1 was holding the pillar with two wooden arms, and the other leg was grabbed by the Holy Monarch.

"Let the wooden man help me build the house. ”

Thirteen Niang was stunned and asked in a daze, "The seniors also want to live in a house?"

The Holy Monarch smiled dumbly.

"I don't live in a house, so can I just dig a hole in the ground or a cave and get into it?"

It seems to make sense, but you can't treat Number One like that, right?

Thirteen Niang stepped forward to take No. 1 away, and the Holy Monarch did not continue to hold No. 1's leg.

Probably frightened, Number One hurriedly hugged her neck, firmly occupied her arms, and secretly provoked the Holy Monarch.

Thirteen Niang pursed her lips, she said, "It's not early today, and building a house is not a matter of a day or two, and the wood has to be prepared in advance, and it's too late today." Why don't you spend the night in my house first, and tomorrow I'll hire a villager to help you build it. ”

After hearing this, the holy monarch asked Thirteen Niang with interest.

"If I live with you, where will you live?"

If you usually ask this question, Thirteen Niang won't think much about it, but the Holy Monarch still "confesses" during the day, and the meaning is a little different.

She glared at her with disgust, clearly blaming, but in the eyes of others, there was a little more style.

"I don't sleep at night, and if I'm tired, I'll just squeeze in with One. ”

The so-called stupid bird flies first, now the aura of the mortal realm is too thin, even if the cultivation talent of Thirteen Niang is not low, the cultivation speed is still very slow, which requires a lot of time and energy to make up for it. I usually stay in the carpentry room, meditate and meditate when I am tired, and rarely sleep.

"Your habits are the same as before. Not like a monk, more like a mortal. ”

When the Holy Monarch turned into a fox, his soul fell asleep, and many of his actions were instinctive.

Now the soul is revived, the memory is restored, and the experience of that time is also remembered.

Thirteen Niang has taken care of him carefully for many years, and he also has some natural closeness to Thirteen Niang.

"I was mortal by nature. ”

The moon and stars are scarce, and the night is like thick ink.

Thirteen Niang stayed in the carpentry room to be busy, she has recently been researching the mechanism objects suitable for ordinary mortals, the new invention has a clue, the production has just entered the key link, there is a chaotic footstep outside. At this point, a malicious sense locked her.

"Venerable!

"This divine sense is much stronger than mine, and it is obviously aimed at me, and the person who came is not good. ”

Putting down the parts in her hand, Thirteen Niang walked out of the carpentry room, only to see that there were hundreds of people outside.

On weekdays, I can't see a helping monk, and the more than 100 people in front of me have the lowest strength at the first level of Qi training.

"Who's coming?"

"Nature is the one who repairs you. Little girl, look at your talent, why don't you go back with this seat and be a concubine in the eighteenth room?"

A hoarse and old voice came from the man who spoke as a small, hunched over old man with goosebumps.

The man gave birth to a pair of yin owl eyes, and the eyes of the thirteen mothers were very explicit, with the malice of Chiguoguo.

No. 1 was guarding in front of Thirteen Niang, and a pair of bean-sized eyes looked directly at the white-haired old man in the lead, looking very cautious.

Don't look at this old man's three steps and one breath, as if his life is short.

In fact, the aura in his body was extremely strong, and his strength was almost equal to that of No. 1.

When did such an old monster emerge in the mortal world?

No. 1's heart tightened, and he said to Thirteen Niang, "Venerable, you step back first, and this old guy will be handed over to me." ”

"I—"

Thirteen Niang was about to say that she could help, but after weighing the gap between the enemy and us, she could only grit her teeth unwillingly and step aside.

"A wooden man?" the white-haired old man sneered contemptuously, and with a wave of his right hand holding the dragon's head cane, a huge red spiritual fire rushed directly towards No. 1. Lingmu is afraid of fire, and to deal with such a person, he only needs to set fire.

However, No. 1 is not an ordinary machine person, and the mechanism formations depicted on his body are even more like stars.

Not only could this spiritual fire not hurt it in the slightest, but it was even used by Number One to fight back, burning a small part of the old man's beard.

"You monster, how dare you hurt this seat?"

The tip of his nose smelled the smell of burning, and the old man, who was still in a funny mood, was not calm for a moment.

"Look for death!"

With that, he threw the dragon head in his hand into the air, and pulled out a snow-white long sword from it.

No. 1 noticed that the momentum around the old man's body was rising, and his heart was overwhelmed.

"It turned out to be a sword cultivator. ”

Thirteen Niang muttered, her eyes a little confused, "Sword cultivation?"

"Sword cultivation, known as the invincible existence of combat power in the same realm,. But this person, his intentions are not right, and his sword intent is chaotic, so he is not powerful. I don't know when, the Holy Monarch appeared next to Thirteen Years, and commented with a flat expression, "...... Spicy chicken only. ”

The old man's ears are amazing, where can he miss the words of the Holy Monarch?

The already angry emotions couldn't be restrained, so he simply gave up No. 1 and directly attacked the Holy Monarch with a sword.

The Holy Monarch was about to raise his hand and bounce away...... The old man's strength is indeed as strong as a mountain for an ordinary monk, but to him, it is just a relatively annoying little mosquito...... Before he could make a move, Thirteen Niang on the side suddenly held her forehead with a painful expression, her muscles flare up, and countless unfamiliar memories flashed in front of her casually, making her muscles tremble in pain, and fine sweat oozed from her forehead.

The Holy Monarch was distracted and focused on her, and when he found that this person had another aura of the same origin, he couldn't help frowning and making a movement in his hand.

It's such a gap that someone shoots faster than him.

A dazzling white light shot out from Thirteen Niang's body, and when she looked closely, it was actually a delicate little sword.

The white light flashed, and the old man's eyes were slightly stunned, and he didn't have time to react at all, and his eyebrows quietly became a little red.