"Hmm." As she spoke, she threw a small delicate kettle in the direction of Bei Ming Hanshuo, and by the way, she also threw over the clothes that she had bought casually on the way.

Although the royal family of the Northern Underworld is becoming more and more corrupt, the Northern Immortal Hanshuo is one of the few people who can behave properly, of course, relatively.

Compared with others, he will only come in the shadow, at least he acts above board, and will not frame the design behind his back, but will only go straight to the bar.

And this is the Eastern Wilderness Boundless Sea, there is such a big thing tonight, there will definitely be someone to check it later, his appearance is too damaging to the majesty of the Northern Underworld!

Although he doesn't have much affection for the Northern Underworld, it's just a temporary resting place for him, but he doesn't want the Northern Underworld to lose face, when others mention the Northern Underworld, it's a "prince of" or something.

"Thank you Brother Ren for your generosity, if you encounter anything in the future, you can come to me at any time, Beiming Hanshuo will definitely help!"

When Bei Ming Han Shuo was at a loss, a small pot of water and a set of clothes suddenly floated from somewhere, originally he thought it was a small pot of water, useless at all.

But I don't want it to be a "bottomless pit", it floats in the air by itself, the water flows like a column, but it does not decrease.

Moreover, this water was not ordinary water, not only could it easily remove the stench on his body that made him almost crazy, but also loosened his spiritual power at the peak of the fifth level.

It is precisely because of this that he was so excited, directly reported his name, and even used a self-title like "I" that did not match his identity.

However, the people in the dark can even take out such treasures casually, and his status is not low, and he is not considered to have surrendered his identity by doing so.

"Brother Ren, you're very generous!"

Qi Miao couldn't help but joke when he saw that Mo Yu actually even brought treasures such as Lingquan Water to bathe a potential enemy like Beiming Hanshuo.

Spiritual spring water, a rare treasure for spiritual cultivators, is usually reluctant to drink it, but Mo Hui, a loser, actually took it directly to the "enemy" to bathe!

Although the North Shadow Hanshuo has not yet reached them head-on, it is not far behind.

Her current identity is the eldest princess of the Northern Underworld, Mo Yu is the regent of the Northern Underworld that the Northern Immortal Emperor wants to get rid of, and the Northern Immortal Hanshuo is the prince of the Northern Underworld, such an identity is inherently the opposite party.

And Beiming Hanshuo still misses her soul bell, you must know that the first time they met, they were on the bar because of the soul bell, not to mention that the fake soul bell in Yunmeng Tower was also bought by him.

There is no such thing as an impermeable wall.

One day, he will find out that what he bought is not the real Dementor Bell, but what she has in her hand, so the North Darkness Hanshuo is a time bomb, and he must be guarded against at any time.

"......" the corners of Mo Yu's mouth twitched, and said, "I just don't want him to lose the face of the Northern Underworld." ”

"Just to not lose face, you just sent heavenly things like this?" Qi Miao looked at Mo Yu with a sad face, as if he had done something sorry for her.

"Violent Celestials?" Mo Yu looked at Qi Miao in confusion, and then reacted, "You mean spiritual spring water?" That kind of low-level thing, you want as much as you want. ”

Spiritual Spring Water, the lowest river in the Ten Directions Space of the Magic Mirror of the World, was collected at random when he had nothing to do.

purpose, in order to water the flowers......

Because he found that the other water was too high-grade and not suitable for watering the flowers, he deliberately made a river made of spiritual spring water.

Qi Miao: "......" You are a local tyrant, I am poor, right?