"Well, I read some books in the mortal world and was misled..."

Qianqiao was choked up by the other party's question, so she could only move out the rhetoric of the mortal world, but fortunately, Xiuxiu didn't care about this, and she believed it when she said this.

"Haha, how can the mortal world be the same as here, their number is dozens of times that of ours~ Qianqiao, why do you say that their fertility is so strong?

Nangong Ruxiu, who doesn't know the mortal world, obviously has a big misunderstanding about it, after all, it is already very good to have one or two newborns in the cultivation realm for hundreds of years, but in the mortal world, I heard that babies are born every minute, which is completely unimaginable to her.

"Uh... But, maybe..."

Qian Qiao didn't know how to answer this kind of question, after all, the lifespan of mortals is only a hundred years, and as long as a monk builds a foundation, his lifespan will be doubled, and in the future, as his cultivation grows, his lifespan will become longer and longer...

As for the issue of fertility, she had heard a saying that the chances of a cultivator not getting pregnant seemed to be high, but she didn't know if it was true or not.

“207、208、209... Found it!"

Just as Qianqiao was distracted, Nangong Ruxiu found her room.

"Qianqiao, where is your room, do you need me to accompany you to find it?"

Nangong Ruxiu's voice pulled Qian Qiao's thoughts back, and the two of them were standing at the end of the corridor on the right-hand side of the second floor.

"It seems that we will be neighbors in the future~"

Qian Qiao spread out her palm, and saw that the medal that belonged to her was written on the back of No. 210, which was the last room on the right side of the end, just next door to Nangong Ruxiu.

"Wow!It's great~Then I can go to you to play with you often in the future~"

Nangong Ruxiu cheered, picked up Qianqiao and spun in a circle in the corridor.

"Ahh

The sudden suspension of her body made Qian Qiao exclaim in surprise, patting Xiuxiu's shoulder and wanting the other party to put herself down, even if she was held by a girl like this, she felt a little embarrassed.

"I don't have it~Thousand buckwheat super light~"

Saying that, she also checked it, and proved that she was not heavy with her actions, Nangong Ruxiu just hugged Qianqiao and turned around a few times, not realizing that there was a person walking towards this side with his head bowed at this time.

"Be careful with embroidery, there's someone behind!"

Although Qianqiao reminded her for the first time, Nangong Ruxiu, who was on the head of Xing, failed to respond in time, and when she finally realized it, several people had already fallen into a ball.

"Hmm!"

The passer-by who was the meat cushion of the two let out a muffled snort, and it seemed that he had fallen a lot.

"I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention to the road..."

Nangong Ruxiu hurriedly got up when she heard the voice, and said apologetically to the person while reaching out to pull Qianqiao.

"I'm so sorry we didn't... Hiss..."

Qianqiao was a little sorry as she said and was about to get up, but when she saw Xiuxiu reaching out to help, she grabbed the other party's hand and wanted to stand up, but she fell down again the moment she got up.

"Hmm!"

Qianqiao's fall made the man under him snort again.

"Qianqiao, what's wrong with you?"

Nangong Ruxiu saw that Qianqiao was in pain, she immediately let go of her hand, and nervously checked the other party's situation, she was still more worried about her friend's safety than the stranger who was pressed underneath.

"I'm fine, it's just that my hair is tangled, wait a minute, I'll cut it off..."

Qian Qian stretched out her hand and pointed to a strand of long hair that was entwined with the medal on the man's chest, and when she wanted to cut it off with spiritual power, she was stopped by the other party's outstretched hand.

"Don't move!"