"You have no intention of him, you have a cold personality, you are not good at words, and you don't show your true face, you once offended Jiang Pingsheng without knowing it, these four points will make you defeated, but now it seems that the immortal sect master is calm and calm, and he has already gotten rid of rumors...... "The young man paused, looked at Mingmei and said: "Congratulations to the immortal master for not only finding the person he wants, but also making great progress." ”

Mingmei was silent.

The immortal world is not as clear as a young man in prison.

The corners of her lips slightly hooked a meaningful smile, and said calmly: "What you said is good, this seat is indeed very powerful, and you have found the person you like, you might as well calculate it again, who is the person you want in this seat?" ”

The young man looked at her with complicated eyebrows, and carefully examined her face. "Dare to ask the sect master's immortal age?"

"I'm one hundred and eighteen years old." After Mingmei finished speaking, she fell into deep thought.

She was a hundred years older than him......

It doesn't matter, though.

She was much, much bigger than him.

The bright face does not change color, and continues to appreciate the male color in front of you.

The boy sighed, "I'm eighteen years old, and you're a full hundred years older than me. ”

Bright: "......"

Pink dumplings: "The host is always as beautiful as a flower, everyone praises it, the country is fragrant, coquettish and flawless, jade bones and ice muscles, graceful, greasy, and ...... the country and the city."

Mingmei glanced over, and the doughnuts hurriedly shut up, only quietly adding. "As long as it's beautiful, age is not a problem!"

Anyway, cultivating immortals has to live many, many, many years old!

The boy seemed to sense Mingmei's displeasure and smiled. "You are more than a hundred years older than me, so the person you like is definitely not me, I don't know you after all, I am a small person, not worthy of the immortal sect master's memory, I have admired your demeanor among the crowd."

"Hmmm! So, who do you think is the person you want to be in this seat? "Bright and interesting.

The young man was not impatient at all, and still said unhurriedly, "You became famous in the cultivation world when you were a teenager, and you were called the Shuangjie of the Immortal Sect with Sect Master Jiang at that time, but in the following decades, your performance was mediocre, and the progress of cultivation was slow, you have experienced Hongchen, traveled to famous mountains and rivers, looked for opportunities everywhere, and practiced in retreat a few times in the middle, the last retreat cultivation was more than ten years ago, Immortal Sect Master, am I right?" ”

"Yes!"

The bright eyes fell on the radiant young man, and from time to time the firelight jumped on his face, and she could see the fine fluff on the white porcelain-like skin, which was lovely and immature, and there was a light and elegant fragrance on the body, which was a smell that belonged to him alone, and she could smell it at once.

His speech is very organized, his tone is calm and calm, his attitude is neither humble nor arrogant, his body is as tall as a pine, and he has a calm bearing with a sword and axe, such a person should be a real son of luck.

The boy smiled. "Actually, I'm not sure who your crush is? But today, it can be determined. ”

"Oh? Who is it? ”

"It's my father, isn't it?"

Mingmei: "?? ”

The doughnuts flew out slowly, slowly or slowly, trying their best to narrow their sense of existence and try their best to hold back their smiles.

Don't laugh, don't laugh, you must not laugh.

Even if you want to laugh, you must stick to it until you are outside.

Finally, when he moved to the prison door, the dough quietly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly flew outside, who knew that a wisp of wind chased after him from behind......

The dough looked confused. “？？”

Why......

The person who offends the host is the son of luck, why doesn't the host play the son of luck, or simply blow up his dog's head......

It's too eccentric!

The dumplings are very aggrieved and want to laugh.

Boom~

Hahaha~

Bright and complex.

The young man looked at the indescribable expression on Mingmei's face, a little weak, but he continued: "You are my mother, aren't you? ”

There was deathly silence in the room.

Bright: "......"

She wanted him to be the crush, and he actually wanted her to be a mother.

Scold!

The boy's cheeks were slightly red, and his voice became very soft and soft. "Eighteen years ago, my father also happened to go out to travel, at that time, he liked to pretend to be a righteous person, if a famous and decent woman was deceived by him, this is also a very normal thing, I once asked my father about my biological mother, my father is always difficult to say. I guessed at the time that my biological mother must be a person of the right path, and my father was difficult to say, and I counted carefully the women of the right age and experience in various sects, and about three or four of them were eligible, but I couldn't make up my mind, but today you are here......"

The boy looked up at Mingmei. "Immortal Sect Master, you and I are not related, why did you come to see me in prison, if it weren't for this reason, I really couldn't understand what reason was worth it for you to come to see me."

Mingmei took a deep breath and silently told herself: Her husband was chosen by herself, and she could only be petted. His cooking is delicious, and in order to eat, he has to endure it. He has amnesia and doesn't know what happened in his past life, so he can be forgiven.

The dough that came back quietly looked at Mingmei dumbfounded, and scratched the door angrily.

The sons of luck are like this, and the host still doesn't fight? Do you want to keep it for the Tianshou Festival, the Spring Ding Festival, and the Huoyun Festival?

There was a quiet gap between Mingmei's eyebrows, and she said calmly: "What if this seat says that the person in this seat is you?" When this seat comes to you, is it to find the person you like? ”

She slowly lifted her sleeves, and the bright red on her arms was as bright as the sand of the palace.

The young man's face turned pale, and his figure shook for a moment. "It's not you, who is that?"

He muttered to himself, and after a while, he raised his head and said to Mingmei: "I'm sorry, I was talking nonsense just now, please don't be surprised, I'm ...... Probably obsessed. But why do you say I'm your crush, after all, you're a hundred years older than me. ”

Mingmei: "......" is better to take a beating.

The young man looked at the look on Mingmei's face and said with a smile: "Actually, the age of the cultivation realm is not a problem, but for me, it is a problem, I am ...... Waste wood. I didn't dislike you for being old, you can live to be 500 years old, and I probably won't even live to be 100 years old, speaking of which, I took advantage of you, but is what you said true? How do you think I'm your crush? What's the mystery in this? ”

"Huh!" Count him as talking!

Mingmei was silent, "You want this seat to prove it to you." ”

The boy's eyes widened, and he said uncertainly, "Is it okay?" ”

"Yes!" A glimmer of light flashed in Mingmei's hand, "You come closer." ”

The young man did not doubt him, and walked towards Mingmei, Mingmei's palm passed through the fence, the young man looked down, but saw nothing, "nothing...... Hmmm......"