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Wusu lowered his eyes and raised them again: "...... No Sue. ”

The head frowned, the expression on his face the same as that of the man.

Wu Su thought of the last time he saw the man, his eyes flickered slightly, and he unconsciously looked away.

"Are you a human or a demon?" The head asked coldly.

Is it a human or a demon? I didn't expect to hear this from his mouth one day, Wusu secretly sneered in his heart, and for a while there was an inexplicable feeling that today was yesterday.

"Master, the disciple went to the Law Enforcement Hall to ask for guilt." Zhong Er walked to the head and knelt down with tears in his eyes.

The head of the house had a displeased expression: "Go ahead." ”

Zhong Er wiped his tears, sobbed as he walked, and jumped off the cliff.

I can't see that the strength of the little Taoist is extraordinary, this Lingyin Sect is not simple, Wusu thought lightly.

The master's gaze returned to Wusu's body: "Why don't you answer?" ”

Wusu looked at him as if he was not satisfied, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "It's a human or a demon, don't you know how to look at it?" ”

No matter how much he looks, it doesn't have to be him, so why should he be patient with a strange man!

“…… I can't see it. The head replied with three words seriously, and his expression and demeanor were still high.

Wusu thought for a moment whether he was having auditory hallucinations, especially looking at his expression, this inexplicable illusion became more and more obvious.

She coldly recalled the scene in the heavenly realm, and with an unfathomable expression, he said that, Fairy Wusu is polite, you are five minutes and thirty-one seconds late.

She gently shook her palm, walked up to him, held his hand, passed a meager aura, her eyebrows were lonely, and she asked lightly, "Can you feel it now?" ”

The head of the house narrowed his eyes, his gaze was a little solemn, and there was a trace of disbelief on his face that could not be misunderstood: "You-"

"Do you know how to do alchemy?" Wusu asked softly, with a faint expectation in his expression.

"Alchemy? The art that cultivators must learn, what is the meaning of will or not. The boss's expression was very complicated.

"Then would you like to lend me a few pills?" Wusu's "innocent" gaze looked directly into his eyes, "However, I can't do it for the time being." ”

"Then let's make a note first-no, how can the pill be lent to outsiders who have nothing to do with this sect!" The head of the door hurriedly withdrew his hand, and there seemed to be a hint of blush on his face.

I don't know when the rain has stopped, and the heavy dark clouds in the night sky have quietly dispersed, revealing a faint silver moon, the moonlight is like water, like a veil quietly sprinkled on the silent Zhongxiu Mountain top, and the place as far as the eye can see is suddenly as hazy as in a dream, full of unreal feelings.

Wusu's gaze was like a shattered lake, his chest was slightly sour, and his eyes were also a little sour, as if some kind of weak liquid was about to run out of his sockets.

She looked at the man in front of her, just stunned, looking at the other party's hands and feet cramped, and described the nervousness as completely lacking the authority of the lord of a faction: "What's your name?" ”

The head of Lingyin frowned, a trace of uneasiness floated on his flawless face, and he stabilized his heart and said, "Poor Dao Linghuazi." ”

Bihua, Linghua, hehe-

"Why are you in my Lingyin Gate?" He calmly confronted Wusu.

Fellow Daoists? The corners of Wusu's mouth twitched, mortal thinking was really limited, it seemed that the old Taoist priest called himself "Shangxian" was just out of fear.

"Your Sect's Lingkong Ancestor has invited me to be a guest here—oh, that's wrong, it's house arrest." Wusu's eyes were dark, and there was something boring on his face.

Although she also knew that she was making trouble unreasonably, her spiritual power was limited, and she couldn't be understood by mortals who didn't know the truth, even if that person was someone she knew, but that person had been erased from his memory and ability in the immortal washing pool, and he was no different from ordinary mortals with only an instinctive impression!

"House arrest? Why? Lingkongzi is not an unreasonable person. Ling Huazi asked, he inexplicably felt that this beautiful woman who didn't look like a real person seemed to be disappointed in himself, and even more inexplicably he didn't want her to have this kind of slightly negative emotion.

"Because, I killed a mortal and pushed him into the fire with my own hands, and no one was allowed to save him!" Wusu said casually, with a completely indifferent look on his face as if it wasn't his business.

Ling Huazi was silent for a while, shook his head slightly, and said, "It's not good for you to interfere with mortals, and your cultivation path is easy to be ruined." ”

Wusu smiled lightly at Ling Huazi: "That's it, but I don't care-" After speaking, he yawned lazily and said vaguely, "I'm sleepy, if you come back, I'll have to lay on the floor!" ”

She thought of possessing Xiao Niang, what happened after the complete amnesia, the mortal's body bones were really weak.

Wusu looked around in a daze, and his eyes were fixed on the old tree not far away, although it grew on the edge of the cliff, although he had to worry about whether the wind at night would sweep the tree down the cliff.

“…… You sleep in the house. Linghuazi said silently.

Wu Su glanced at him dispensably, and his eyes revealed obvious meaning, so where do you sleep?

"I can meditate, and a cultivator can go up and down without sleep for days and nights, and the road is long, and he should have searched up and down." Ling Huazi had a solemn expression on his face.

Wusu glanced at him speechlessly, is Bihua Shangxian such a motivated person, isn't it the turn of the mortal realm to be brainwashed by a bad old man.

But it's okay, sleeping on a tree is not as comfortable as sleeping in a house, especially when she is so "weak", she yawns and lazily enters the house.

Linghuazi stood still, the night breeze was slight, blowing the corners of his clothes.

After a dreamless night, when the sky was bright, the light came through the open paper window and rushed in with the cold wind that flickered and stopped.

Wusu's closed eyes moved, and she opened a slit in her eyes, the light in the room was not very clear, and she closed her eyes again.

It didn't take long for her to open her eyes and slowly get up from the bed, thinking to herself, did that guy really meditate all night?

Immortals really don't need to sleep, except for the nondescript variable of Wusu, but as a mortal, as a cultivator who has not escaped from the mortal womb, this spirit of asceticism is really worthy of admiration.

Wusu walked lightly to the window, and looked through the window, the open space in front of the hut was empty.

It turned out that he was just talking, and for some reason, Wusu was a little disappointed.

"Are you awake?" The old tree on the edge of the cliff shook, and a slender figure fell straight from the tree, with a dusty appearance and a dazzling appearance, not at all like the penance of meditating outside all night.

"You're meditating in a tree?" No Suqi Dao.

Why would he hide in a tree when there was such a large open space, and did he like the thrill of crumbling?

Ling Huazi's expression also showed a hint of confusion: "If you are on the tree, it seems that you can find that person, although I have never known who she is...... She must have owed me money, though! ”

Wusu instantly looked cold, his face was smiling, and he secretly raised his middle finger in his heart, and I was hehe.