"I'm so good-looking, after all."

Yuan Wuzheng was defeated by Su Li's shamelessness:

"For hundreds of thousands of years, among the cultivators, you are the most shameless and narcissistic one I have ever seen."

The Taoist walked forward quickly, and in an instant, he distanced himself from someone—

He really couldn't control the urge to unseal the body and beat the immortal violently!

"Hey, hey, why are you running so fast? Do you know where we're going? ”

Su Li hurriedly took small steps to follow.

……

"That's where you picked?"

Yuan Wuzheng's hand holding the folding fan was a little white.

On the huge plaque, the three big characters of "Spring Festival Building" are written brightly.

"That's right, Chunxiao Building."

Su Li's footsteps are familiar to open the way for the Taoist.

"As the name suggests, a place that makes you have a spring supper~"

"Immortal, this is not how the love calamity is solved!"

Yuan Wuzheng showed displeasure on his face, and he was about to leave as soon as he flicked his sleeves.

"Eh, don't go!"

Seeing this, Su Li hurriedly grabbed the hand of the Taoist.

Because of his self-proclaimed martial arts, the man was unable to dodge his surprise attack.

In an instant, the heat of scratching the heart and scratching the liver surged along the meridians along the limbs to the heart and brain of Yuan Wuzheng.

"What the hell are you thinking? When you enter the building, do you see a scantily clad woman? Do you see a man surrounded by a crowd? Don't jump to conclusions based on assumptions! Besides, how could an immortal who is such a clean and self-righteous person do such a downgraded thing as looking for flowers and asking willows! I can't even look down on the self-proclaimed female monks in Confucianism and Taoism, let alone prostitutes in the world! ”

Su Li glared at Yuan Wuzheng with some complaint, and turned around to pick up the head of the Dao Chief's chin with a folding fan.

Although his height is half a head shorter, his momentum is not lost at all, and his slender and feminine wrists are bent in a wonderful arc.

"That's what you think of immortals in your heart, huh?"

The neck of the original indisputable was forced to rise.

The overly pale skin and the lack of flesh make the Adam's apple of the Taoist head very obvious, and there is an abrupt beauty.

"I didn't."

The man, who could not remain calm in this position, hastened to deny it.

Taking advantage of the situation, he turned his chin to avoid Su Li's teasing, and the folding fan also took this opportunity to scratch a shallow trace in the part that the Dao Chang tightly protected but still inevitably exposed.

No pain is felt, no marks are left, but the naked eye can see the skin sagging as the wooden sheets pass by.

Yuan Wuzheng's face flashed again, and a pink color disappeared.

"Then, is the Taoist going to admit that he is dirty?"

The meaning of Su Li's laughter could not be more obvious:

"A dream of Spring Festival, this is the method used by Spring Festival House to describe and promote itself. There is a special spice here, which can make people experience the world in a dream that they have never experienced, and when they wake up, they feel more happy than the spring supper with the great beauty. Although the immortal is dull, he still feels that the Taoist has a different opinion on the three characters of Spring Night Building than me. ”

So what did you think?

Is this question hard to answer?

It's good to open your mouth and tell the truth~

"I just don't like the word Spring Festival inexplicably."

After a pause for a long time, the Taoist chief held back an answer that seemed to be a bit bullish and not in the horse's mouth.

"That's not going to work, your job is to dream!"

Su Li dragged Yuan Wuzheng forward.

Finally, he saw the owner of the Spring Festival Building standing quietly outside a painting screen.

Amazingly, this person is ninety percent similar to the one he saw when the original owner came here 30,000 years ago.