When Qianwan met Lu Chao, it was already two months later.

During this period, Mu Tianji came to brush his favorability almost every day, rain or shine.

Soft-spoken, tender, and bitter, but they were all so angry that they left with a nest of fire.

The poor noble son who walked by himself was always high-profile, no matter how he did.

I always want to be a little nicer to Ling Qianwan, pick a few novel jokes to say some earthy love words, and by the way, draw a picture for her and sell it miserably, and the other party will stick to her like before.

As a result, he is not being slapped in the face all the time.

His face hurts, and he wants to doubt his charm value.

Mu Tianji covered his face and reluctantly admitted that with his little bit of hushing and warmth, he really couldn't ask for clues to the barren realm.

You can't open a new scene, and the system is half-dead.

I really didn't have a chance to tell Lu Chao about this and let him come to the water prison in person.

——

Lu Chao suddenly appeared, wearing the emerald green robe with the symbol of Xitu Peak, turned his hand to put away the soul-attracting lamp, and lit the flint with a bang, startling back the moss bushes and tendons that wanted to be explored.

With a blank face, he raised his head and looked at the man who was imprisoned in chains on the stone wall.

"You'd better tell the truth, if there is no way to save my daughter, I will send you on the road with my own hands."

Hearing the chattering voice, Qianye frowned and woke up from her stupor.

I moved my ankle slightly, only to find that the moss bush had secretly dragged me to the edge of the stone wall, and now the entire ankle was soaked in blood, trembling around the tendons, and the sticky touch was really disgusting.

The water dungeon, the water that flows, is stagnant water, the blood of the monks who have been punished, torn out of their flesh.

Therefore, in this extremely yin and evil place, the aura is thin.

Being trapped for a long time will only make the monk slowly weaken until the spiritual roots are exhausted and he dies.

Qianwan spoke coldly.

"In the barren realm, there are two things that can repair the magic weapon, and even, after recasting, the quality of the magic weapon will be upgraded."

Lu Chao snorted coldly, "The barren realm is the relics of the immortal clan, for thousands of years, I have never heard of anyone finding it, what do you have to rely on, will you naively think that you can compare to the power and find these treasures?" ”

"You can only trust me."

A thousand nights are loud.

Lu Chao was obviously choked, "Why are you ......?"

"I'm just a Jindan cultivator, not to perfection, why is Lu Yaoqing's magic weapon ban equivalent to a fictitious ...... to me" Qianwan's eyes were cold, and the corners of her lips slowly hooked, "Because her foundation is unstable, she can't control a magic weapon two orders higher than her at all." ”

My aunt was puzzled.

Although the cultivation of medical cultivation is average, Lu Yaoqing has her father's various elixirs to support her, and she can barely be regarded as a knotted monk, and the portable magic weapon is naturally a high-grade magic weapon that is selected by thousands of people.

…… As a result, it was so brittle that it couldn't take Ling Qianwan's blow.

That means that Lu Chao didn't know what pill to give Lu Yaoqing, so that she could practice into a golden pill in a short time, but the realm was not as good as other foundation building cultivators.

The forbidden porcelain is like glass.

casually fell and knelt.

"You...... Is this justifying itself? Lu Chao looked excited, "Strong words!" ”

Qianwan looked at him coldly, "Aren't I still in this water prison?" ”

Lu Chao coldly flicked his sleeves.

"Three years."

"I'll give you three years to find those two things, or else...... Don't blame me for bullying young people. ”

Qianwan's eyes flashed slightly, "Deal." ”

Three-year ......

This guy really thinks that he can hold his aunt and grandmother steadily?

(End of chapter)