"Your sister is your sister, what does it have to do with you when I invite your sister?" Ling Yunche covered his face and couldn't help but say with a big grin.

Holding back the last trace of reason, Hao Jian didn't know what to say?

"Hey, Ling Yunche, have you said enough? This is my brother, what he said is what I said, what can you do?" Hao Ling'er looked at Hao Jian and couldn't help but say, splitting his head and covering his face is a slap in the face.

Bang Bang Bang ......

It hurts more than that slap in the face.

"Wow, is it so strong?"

The warriors around were all stunned, but there was nothing to say, people were brothers, people were powerful, they couldn't compare, and they were waiting to suffer.

"Before you want to tease other people's sisters, please open your dog's eyes and see if there is any brother next to him, otherwise I don't know how to die, it's really miserable in the corpse wilderness. Hao Jian waved his hand, looking helpless.

Hey, why are you so cheap? This is a completely crooked reason, what should you do if you teach other people's children badly?

Hao Jian's face darkened, "I don't carry this pot." ”

As soon as the words fell, the long sleeves flicked over, and he snorted coldly to end the short conversation, Hao Jian followed the footsteps and entered the innermost attic under the guidance of Xiao Er.

Yan Lu smiled and shook his head, thinking to himself, Brother Hao really gave birth to a pair of sharp teeth, the white ones were all black, and the living people were directly suffocated to death, right?

Ling Yunche racked his brains and was speechless, his face was full of a sense of loss, and his hands that had nowhere to put could only cover his face, and he ran out of the Vermilion Bird Pavilion in a gray manner, and those attendants could only run along, embarrassed and a little funny.

The laughter was very small, and there were even some martial artists who felt that Hao Jian's crooked reasoning had some truth and was worth learning from?

But no, you first have to have a beautiful sister, which blocks a large part of the martial arts.

On the other side, in a private room.

"The bright moon is clear and the wind is hanging high, and this private room is really poetic. Hao Jian looked at the sign hanging in front of him, and the name of this private room was engraved on it.

"Brother, you were really strong just now. Hao Ling'er looked at Hao Jian with admiration.

"That's a man, it's just a retarded person, talk about what he does. Hao Jian motioned for Zhuge Yunxi to sit down, "Feel free to do so, we won't get drunk tonight." ”

"Good!"

Zhuge Yunxi's bright eyes had a glimmer of light in the depths of his eyes, and he rested on Hao Jian's body impartially, covered by that layer of veil, "With such a talent entering the realm so quickly, Master, can I really catch it?" Thinking of this, his pretty face turned red unconsciously.

The private room may be the largest one selected by the shopkeeper, the room with wide opening and closing is antique, and the hidden wooden screen is half-hidden, and wisps of fragrance come to the nose.

This is a type of sandalwood that is calm and calm, it seems to be quite expensive in memory, and the incense Tan is so expensive, and the Vermilion Bird Pavilion is really not small when he sees it.

One or two sections of green onions are distinct, and the unique golden-scaled fish in the capital city has a transparent body, and there is a stinging sound on it, and the volatile oil temperature is hot.

"It smells so good!"

......

Falling on the sandalwood tabletop, it is spread horizontally, the upturned fish head seems to be looking at the fish tail, and the slightly bent body floats in the soup, and the aroused sauce is full of fragrance.

Talking around about some words, Hao Jian and Yan Lu exchanged some cultivation experiences, and the others are that Hao Jian has been listening, what cultivation experience does Hao Jian have?

Does the system automatically count?

This can naturally be counted, I am a son of luck, and what I get is not outrageous.

Dozens of dishes were served one after another, and the least was naturally a pot of wine, filled with a full cup of drink, and after a while, there were seven or eight pots of wine on the table.

In the middle of the night, Hao Jian didn't have a hint of drunkenness, Hao Ling'er was only a little confused, only Youyue Jing was really drunk somehow, and fell on Zhuge Yunxi's shoulder, startled.

With the little wine left, Hao Jian seemed to fall into a very wonderful feeling in a daze.

Everything around him was gradually dissipating, blurred, his fingertips wanted to touch but couldn't touch anything, vaguely he seemed to see a little old man, smiling at himself.

The vague words were intermittent, "Little one...... Old man...... created this system...... Are you alright?"

The voice was intermittent, and he could only listen to so much, and the rest of Hao Jian squinted, thinking that he had made some nerve again.

Dreaming?

This is the first thought in Hao Jian's mind, since it is a dream, it doesn't matter what he says!

"Are you an old grandfather or what? I don't need any old grandfather if I have a system, take away?" was confused, stopped talking, and silently looked at Lao Tzu who was close to him.

The wrinkles left by the years are deep in the flesh, and the cloudy eyes are almost impossible to distinguish where is the white of the eye and which is the black......

Belch......

There was a hiccup, Hao Jian was still in that wonderful feeling, but he didn't know that Yan Lu was supporting him, walking towards the mountain gate of Beichuan Palace, Zhuge Yunxi and Hao Ling'er supported Youyue Jing and walked towards the Changyan Pavilion of Yutian Peak.

Drunk?

Maybe, maybe Hao Jian didn't know it himself, the old man in front of him stared at him motionlessly, "Why are you so similar to me?"

His head shook, no matter how he turned it, he couldn't think, as if he was directly imprisoned, what's the matter?

The gangsters shouted, Hao Jian saw a lot in front of his eyes, there was a devastated world, there was a bizarre world, two villains were holding up the sky, their feet were on the ground, there was nothing around them, and after a little stay in consciousness, a powerful thrust pushed him aside.

Finally......

He saw a blue planet surrounded by mist, like a fine speck of dust compared to the world he had seen before, without any life on it, he saw a crumbling demon beast rampaging the world, it was a dragon?

The immortal with the smallpox on his head pulsated with it, and all the things trembling and fled, and the waves formed an ocean, fighting from the sky to the earth, and the huge mountains were uprooted, thrown at the dragon, hovering in the sky.

Faintly, the dragon spoke, "Hongjun dares to come back for another hundred rounds?"

Hiss!

Hao Jian didn't know how he could see this scene in front of him, and suddenly there was another change in front of him, it was a pool of spreading magma, maybe it could become magma, because it was surging red.

No, the other side......

Hao Jian seemed to touch the withered petals with his fingertips, and it called out to the leaves, "Are the flowers blooming on the other side?"

Gradually adapted to the eyes, a pair of men and women embracing each other, the blood and tears flowing from the corners of their eyes were so strange that they were through the eyes, and slowly, the woman became a flower, and the man was transported from the most humble nutrient at the bottom.

He doesn't care, he is not afraid of difficulties, he firmly believes that the flower will definitely bloom sometimes, and when it withers, he will naturally be able to see her......

"How can the flowers and leaves meet?" Hao Jian shook his head, a purple light in front of him did not enter it, "This ......"

Surprised by everything in front of him, the avenue of flowers on the other side of the spread collectively withered, and the crying voice was long and long, "The flowers and leaves have bloomed?"

Suddenly, it was dark again, and fortunately, Hao Jian at least saw the scene of the last flowers and leaves.

"How?"