A green plum villa in Nuoda is quietly not popular at this time.

The immortals who came to congratulate are all gone, and the eight big girls who maintain the operation of Qingmei Villa are also gone, and now Zhao Han of Qingmei Villa can be said to be in charge.

Of course, it's just for now.

Zhao Han hadn't figured out what was going on with the green plum tree in the backyard of Qingmei Villa, although he already had a little guess in his heart, he didn't want to think about it, and he couldn't think about it anymore.

At this time, in the living room of Qingmei Villa, our eldest son Zhao held a teapot in one hand and a tray in the other, temporarily playing the role of returning to the host's house.

The white jade wine glass is in the mouth of the mandarin duck, and a pot of tea is left on the table.

With a snap, the teapot was thrown on the table by him, and then the whole person lay on the chair opposite Murong like a lump of mud that couldn't support the wall.

The little purple eyes behind Murong blinked, and he consciously stepped forward to pour tea for the two.

She's familiar with these things.

There is no way, just Murong's lazy temperament, he won't bother to deal with the trivial affairs of life at all, Xiao Zi is taking care of him on weekdays, it can be said that Xiao Zi, who is now a half-immortal level demon, has always been a half-maid for Murong.

But she didn't complain, but her heart was sweet.

At this time, he brought the teacup to Zhao Han, and brought another cup to Murong, and then retreated behind Murong, a dripping immortal, just like a mortal maid, there was no difference.

But there was still a happy smile on the corner of her mouth.

Maybe it's just fun?

Taking the wine glass handed by Xiao Zi, Murong frowned slightly and took a sip, the warm taste and the fresh and sweet fragrance of Taoism, this tea is undoubtedly the best.

However, it is a bit of a waste to use this tea in a cup that bears wine.

Raising his eyebrows, Murong said, "You have a leisurely little life."

He didn't say those infamous topics to Zhao Han, if he dared to say it at this time, it was estimated that the possibility of Zhao Han turning his face on the spot was very high, and it was not even impossible for an annoyed innate Yimu Great Array that shrouded him to destroy him.

As for betting on the odds that Zhao Han won't control this formation?

Murong is also hehe, if the owner of this Qingmei Villa is changed, he Murong is still interested in gambling, but the strength of the Qingyan Fairy is ...... It's better not to say it.

Lying on the chair like soft mud, Zhao Han rolled his eyes at him.

"I said my Lord Qixian, shouldn't you live a small life with the little maid behind you now, who only envy the mandarin ducks and not the immortals, is this the gust of wind that blew you to my Qingmei Villa?"

The sarcastic words were said by Zhao Han weakly, and Murong on the other side shook his head when he heard it, but Xiao Zi behind him was amused by Zhao Han's appearance.

Anyway, the last time she met Zhao Han, the person in front of her was a mess that destroyed his son-in-law's plan, why did he become this scoundrel now?

He glanced at Zhao Han with some curiosity, and then Xiao Zi felt a chill behind him.

And the two people who were originally sitting in the hall also frowned.

Seeing the appearance of the two, Xiao Zi was a little scared in her heart, and couldn't help but lean towards Murong's side.

Murong patted her hand to show that it was okay, and then arched his hand at Zhao Han and said, "I naturally came this time to ask for something."

As he spoke, he gestured to Zhao Han with his eyes and told him that it was inconvenient to speak here.

didn't expect Zhao Han to still look like a scoundrel, but it made him angry and funny.

Seeing that Zhao Han didn't mind, Murong also said directly: "As a fugitive from Heavenly Court, I prepared half a peach for Xiao Zi to eat again, and now Xiao Zi Yuanshou is about to ask you for a way to continue his life."

After speaking, he bowed like Zhao Han again.

How to continue life?

Murong asked him for it?

Zhao Han on the chair rolled his eyes, and then a blue light flashed in his eyes and looked at Xiao Zi behind Murong.

Under the blue light scanning, Xiao Zi's whole body in Zhao Han's vision was full of wood qi, and there was no sign of decay at all...... To say the least, you can live for a thousand years..... This is called the end of longevity?

Not having the heart to think about what kind of medicine was sold in Murong Hulu, Zhao Han winked at him, just as if he hadn't heard anything.

On the other side, Murong saw his appearance, and said with a wry smile: "Now that Zhen Yuanzi owes you a great favor, if you go to the door and ask him for a few fruits, he will definitely be willing to offer it with both hands, but this cause and effect."

"No time"

"You still have ties in the mortal world"

"It's still a long time, we'll talk about it later"

"If you go again after a while, you may not be able to enter the door of Zhenyuan Daxian"

"What's wrong with me?"

Listening to Murong's words for a long time, Zhao Han stood up and stretched: "Do you have anything else to do, this son is going to rest"

One sentence choked Murong half to death!

At this time, Murong also felt that he was looking for something to do, so he came to remind Zhao Han what this bastard was doing?

And the one who came down from the heavenly court now doesn't know where to watch, but he can't say some words, otherwise why is he so aggrieved?

Shaking his head, Murong stood up and walked out.

Since Zhao Han rejected his kindness, he wanted to see how this scene should end!

After Murong left for a while, a pair of jade wine glasses were added to the table in front of Zhao Han.

The amber-like fruit brew was introduced into the cup, and before he could reach for it, a hand reached out in the void in front of him and dodged the wine.

Zhao Han didn't care about this, but just poured himself another glass.

The fruity wine was pure, and Zhao Han's eyes narrowed to reveal a look of enjoyment.

After drinking a glass of fruit wine, a beautiful woman appeared in front of him.

The beautiful woman was dressed in a colorful xia costume, looking like a goddess descending to earth, sitting opposite Zhao Han at this time, and spit out two words in her mouth.

"Waste!"

Regarding her appearance, Zhao Han also didn't see it.

Now he is the only one in Qingmei Villa, and he is really a ghost and snake god from all walks of life, and he looks like he can come and leave whenever he wants.

But is that really the case?

"She's waking up now, don't you take advantage of this time to find a place to hide, but lie in this Qingmei Villa, are you planning to go to heaven with her?" Yumehime asked with a little disdain on her face.

Men or something, in fact, that's the same thing.

Even if the person in front of him is a man that Qingyan likes, but now he is not greedy for everything in Qingmei Villa?

Not to mention that he has a wife at home, and he is still in Qingmei Villa at this time, and he didn't go to the bottom of the mountain to reunite with his wife. (To be continued.) )