Immortals are not discouraged, wealth is created by their own hands.

Although she is not a wealthy family and has no ancestral business, she is just a pitiful little who has been calculated.

But she still has brains, which means that sooner or later the Jedi will be able to fight back.

Sensing the thoughts of the immortals, the galaxy is also like beating chicken blood, killing these scum! Rush the duck girl!

“……”

At the same time, Huo Bai, that is, the god, walked out of the teaching building where he served, his figure stopped slightly, and his eyes became more and more clear.

The traffic passed in front of his eyes, and he stood for a moment and suddenly smiled.

That smile, like a sparkling clear sky after the rain.

- Yes, Xianxian's cousin Xie came to this world, and also got a powerful identity, becoming a castle nobleman, a descendant of the blood clan, in an attempt to create a wave of memories for Xianxian.

And the way of heaven prevented him from sending people back, but some people entered the world to make trouble...... As a god, why can't you come here in person?

He allowed his eldest cousin to be a stumbling block, but this stone couldn't really trip anyone.

So, the purpose of his coming is -

Xianxian does the task to her heart's content, and he will escort her.

Only one thing, for the time being, can't collapse people.

However, the problem of not being able to collapse is not a problem.

The young man gently hooked the corners of his lower lip, like the beautiful face of an ink painting, as if it suddenly became vivid, and the small mole at the end of his eyes was lazy and gorgeous.

The smile amazed the passers-by, but he lowered his eyes, took out his mobile phone and dialed a call, I don't know who he called, his tone was as kind as the wind and drizzle, "Please, help me arrange an ancient castle in District X." ”

After a while, he turned into the phone and said, "Okay, thank you." ”

Every word is the usual tone of Huo Bai.

Putting his phone away, he drove to an unknown place, the sedan drowning in endless traffic.

At this time, the immortals who did not know that the gods had come to the mission world in person, and Lan Rui were brought into an art gallery by the nobles.

The gallery is a great place to go. Not only will not be tanned by the scorching sun, avoid causing trouble to the lady, and watching the exhibition can cultivate sentiment, the aristocracy also knows this very well, and thinks about it very considerately.

Anyway, in the short time they got along, Lan Rui became more and more satisfied with this doll's kiss.

A delicately decorated gallery with a faint fragrance floating in the air. There aren't a lot of people here, but everyone is well-dressed and fits perfectly with the elegant atmosphere of the gallery.

At the bottom of each delicately framed oil painting, there is a line of small print showing the title of the painting, such as "Madonna", "Opera House", "The Burned Church" and so on.

The trio stopped in front of The Burned Church.

Lan Rui wanted to say a few more words to the nobles, looked at the painting in front of him, and sold the few knowledge in his stomach, and handed the nobles a message by the way,

"Mr. Devon, I know that behind every painting there is a story, what does this burned church mean?"

The nobleman turned his head with a smile, "—this is a symbol of the end of a legend." ”

Xian Xian looked at the painting and did not make a sound.

For a moment, there was only the pleasant voice of the nobles in the air.

"Have you ever heard the story of the Bloodline?"

Lan Rui: "Yikes! Bloodline stories? Will it be scary? ”

This singing and harmonizing, the immortals thought, after practicing for a few more years, they will go to talk about cross talk together.

However, she actually quietly pricked up her ears as well.

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