Han Qian's footsteps were brisk all the way, just like her mood at the moment, and she jumped away in the direction of the deacon's hall.

After receiving the rice paper and pen, she smiled and turned around with her dancing steps.

The two brothers of the Immortal Pavilion behind whispered. "Have you noticed that today's Senior Sister Yu seems to be a little different~" Qinglan looked at the cold back and said to Xuan Zhi.

Han's shallow ears are very smart, and he heard the senior brother behind him talk like this. Only then did I realize that I seemed to be too happy? She blamed herself for not being able to do it...

He wrapped his arms around him and touched his chin, "Yes~ I think she seems to have a little longer meat." Well, it's prettier than before. Our Longyun Mountain, the world's first striker deservedly. The world's first beauty, the world's first full spiritual root. "Luo Zhi feels that in this life, he is very lucky to have such insight.

Qinglan nodded, the number one beauty in the world is okay to say. The first full spiritual root... In this life, how many opportunities can I have to contact her?

"Yo, the two senior brothers stand tall and see far away. The future is great. George Streamer walked in from outside and taunted the two.

The two of them were refreshed, and they knew that George Streamer was not happy with their words. The spring breeze on her scorching face wantonly "The future first lord's wife, why did you come to the cheap land today to get things?" ”

George Streamer looked at the eight-sided senior brother, "Senior brother, do you know why you can only be a handyman here?" ”

Lu Zhi couldn't help but be unhappy when he heard this, but can he be unhappy enough to pay the salary here? He still smiled and said, "Please also ask Senior Sister Streamer for some advice." ”

George Streamer looked at him with disgust, "Because, you are a person who is used to being inferior, and you are the same as your lowly status." He is stingy with his words, thinks he is clever and decisive, and has a clear vision. In fact, it's just an ant tricked by fate, just like the first beauty in your mouth and the first person with full spiritual roots."

Xuan Zhi still didn't mind smiling, "Yes, yes, what Senior Sister Streamer says naturally makes sense." Otherwise, how will I be the first lady of our Condor City in the future. ”

"I'm going to get rid of my stinking things that make you hate them." He continued.

"Get me two boxes of green grass~" George Streamer didn't have time to talk to these two little minions here.

Looking at the back of George Streamer's departure, Lu Zhi also snorted coldly, "If I am an ant, how many people in this world are not alive like ants~ ants?" A thousand miles of lifting collapsed in the anthill..."

In her eyes, there are few people who are not ants? Why should you be angry with her? ”

"Did she think that only her anger would scorch the dead? Hmph, I guess one day, she's going to die a terrible death. He gritted his teeth, his eyes full of unwavering anger.

"Hey, let's take a look. That's the future lady of the Lord of Condor City, whoever dares to attack her will not die easily. Qinglan doesn't believe in retribution, but he believes in cause and effect.

Han Qian met Streamer in the main hall square, and at this time, she was sure that Streamer was going to the Deacon's Hall to get herbs and the like to go back to make a medicinal bath. It's a great opportunity.

Han Qian quickened his steps and walked towards the disciple's room. When she came, she remembered that she still didn't know which room George Streamer lived in.

Each disciple's room is separated by a distance of about 500 meters, and these disciples' rooms are scattered, separated by thousand-year-old trees, ponds, jade bamboos or cherry blossoms that never fade, and the shade of the trees is faintly obscured, half-hidden. It's just that the golden house is dazzling, and you can still see it.

Han Qian had never paid close attention to the scenery here, because the original host's memory was there, and she was not very curious. The second is that after coming to the Immortal Pavilion, I have been worried and annoyed all day long, and I am not in the mood to see the scenery.

It wasn't until today that Han Qian noticed that it seemed that jade bamboo was planted next to his disciple's room. However, it was too far away for her to see clearly, and she couldn't be completely sure.

'The cold pond crosses the crane shadow, and the cold moon buries the flower soul. 'Longyun Mountain has a pond and a crane shadow. However, the moon rarely appears. A pond without a moon is always a little less artistic conception and taste.

She stood in a purple fairy grass, and the fairy grass under her feet could not be broken. Looking blankly at these disciples' rooms in front of her, she had survived all the big and small things, and now, this little thing also embarrassed her.

"Senior sister, what are you looking at?"

A male voice suddenly came from behind, and Han Qian was slightly frightened. When I turned around, it was Hu Xuecheng. "Senior brother, aren't you going to the Golden Buddha Valley?" Han Qian was amazed at this man who fell from the sky.

"There's no demon control drug, I'll come back and get it. What are you standing here for? Don't practice sword competition? Hu Xuecheng asked again.

"Oh, the Deacon Hall asked me to send something to Senior Sister Streamer, I don't know which one her room is?" Han Qian made up a reason at random, and he didn't necessarily think that Hu Xuecheng would gossip and ask George what the streamer was.

Hu Xuecheng's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he was slightly stunned. "Oh~" He felt that the deacon's hall was not arranged properly at all. "I'll send it for you~" he said enthusiastically.

"No, Master instructed the Deacon Hall to let me send it." Han Qian understood what Hu Xue had become frowning, and she deliberately moved out Ji Mo to reassure him.

Hu Xuecheng nodded. Pointing not far away, he said, "Look, the first room is where Blue Butterfly lives, right?" ”

Han Qian nodded, "Well, it deserves it." ”

"The fourth room I counted is Senior Sister Streamer's room. The fifth room is Ji Gongzi's room. Hu Xuecheng looked at the cold and shallow looking into the distance, and said, "Oh, the sixth room is my room, senior sister, if you have anything, you can come to me." ”

"Thank you, brother."

"You have a pen and paper in your hand, don't you? Are you sending this to Senior Sister Streamer? Hu Xuecheng asked, "When will Senior Sister Streamer still be so leisurely and elegant?" ”

"Not really, I'm going to send something else." Han Qian picked up the pen and paper in his hand, "This, it's Han Qian's itchy skills for a while, and I want to play with graffiti at will." Han Qian explained.

"Okay, then I'll go get the demon control drug."

Han Asa also nodded, turned around and walked towards the two large cherry trees. Some of them are very short, and some are half a human tall. After the person stepped on it, the fairy grass immediately got up again, like a snake that was dozing off, was stepped on by a foot, and the head of the snake that was stunned rose up in a daze.

This is really a scene of 'flowers gradually becoming charming'!

Han Qian approached the room of the streamer. In front of the house, a small shrub surrounded the disciple's room in a circle half a person high.

Thinking about it, she could only go to the back of the disciple's room. In the front, it is clear that you can't hide yourself. It's the cliff behind the disciple's room, and it's no problem to stand two people.

Han Qian hurriedly bypassed the large cherry blossom tree next to him, and walked cautiously on the cliff behind the disciple's room.

Soon, you will be able to have a high-grade spiritual root... She's in no mood to pay attention to the cliffs right now, the windows are closed... Han Qian poked an inconspicuous hole at the foot of the window.

"What are you doing here?" Mucha stood in front of Han Qian, looked at the cliff under his feet, and blew a breath of cold air.

"Not your bad idea? I'm all here, what do you think I can do? Han Qian was very ashamed of his behavior, but he was helpless. She's going to survive.

Mucha was speechless, and he came up with an idea with good intentions, but he was beaten and raked. He turns back into a droplet...

"Eh, Mucha~" Han Qian shouted softly.

"What's the matter?" Mucha reverts back to human form.

"According to you, don't I have the ability to change the spiritual roots of others?" Han Qian thought, wouldn't she be able to paint more in the future. Probably, you can make a lot of money.

Mucha smiled into a crescent moon, "You think beautiful~"

"Of course, I'm also beautiful." Shallow joke. She thinks that the original host is a bit of a beauty. However, in her eyes, no matter how beautiful she is, she is actually just white bones under the skin. Compared with her posture, she prefers the sentence 'Jade muscles give birth to white bones in vain, and it is better to be cold than the sword roaring.' ’

"Superficial" Mucha sneered.

Looking at Han Qian now, does he think he has met a fool? When one person paints the appearance of another person, only oneself and the person in the painting have a relationship.

How can it be possible to fake someone else and change the spiritual root of others... Mucha turned back into a drop of water and flew back to her shallow ears.