"Host, let's go." The system urged.

Jing Ruhua glanced at Qing Yuan, who was following a young master in a cloth coat before and after the saddle, and smiled, he was afraid that he couldn't bear the feeling of falling into the dust!

For Qingyuan, the most cruel thing is nothing more than this, from the high Heavenly Grace Great Disciple, to the matter of being in charge of a sect to being a human slave, although he can still cultivate slowly, but if he wants to return to the past, I am afraid it will be a matter of hundreds of years, and the huge gap can be said to be falling from the clouds to the soil.

As for Huang Jin, Jing Ruhua smiled indifferently, without a spiritual root, but with an ageless appearance, no one can say whether this is a blessing or a curse.

It's not in vain that she spent a lot of money to buy the elixir.

"Master." The little squirrel sensed something and ran over to this side, its round eyes foggy.

"It, can you take it?" Jing Ruhua floated in the air and watched the little squirrel whirling on the ground anxiously, with a clean tail stained with mud, and she couldn't bear it, after all, she had been with her for more than a hundred years.

Even the heart of the stone will be moved.

"I'm sorry, host, you can't take everything with you here." The system said ruthlessly.

"Then, let's go." Finally, I took a look at the world, and although I was reluctant, I still left.

Fortunately, before leaving, she exchanged all her collection for a Purple Rank Advancement Pill and gave it to Elder Hengdui, so that the Xuanxiu Sect would also be guarded.

As for the girl in Hongyu, Jing Ruhua couldn't solve the puppet technique, so she had to let her go to the little squirrel's home to protect them.

After all, it was a paradise for her in this world.

"Ask the host to select a task." The system said.

"Let's go to a world where you can relax your mind." Jing Ruhua has not cultivated for a hundred years, and the total number of matters in the Xuan Xiu Sect is busier than that of an emperor, although he has spiritual power, he is still very tired mentally.

"The system recommends this book "President, Your Son Wants to Breastfeed"".

"Hmm." Jing Ruhua nodded indifferently and entered the book.

The phoenix that soared at the age of one hundred and thirty has become a legend in this world, even if it is the phoenix fire that later became famous in the mainland, although people envy her for her outstanding talent, there will always be a sentence added later, she is worthy of being the sister of the predecessors of the phoenix.

As for Huang Jin, the eldest lady of the General's Mansion, who should have dominated the world, is rumored to have fallen into a lotus pond and drowned when she was fifteen years old, and some people are rumored to have run away from home and her whereabouts are unknown~~

Tianxiang Pavilion

"Beauty, let's make a song for my grandfather." Mei Gongzi drank a small wine and shook a fan.

"Fourth son, let's go back quickly." Xiao Tong is really going to cry, if the four young ladies go back drunk, the second lady will have to beat her to death.

"Alright, long-winded." The beautiful boy got up and staggered towards the door.

"Oh, who, who's going to hit me." The boy said angrily and rubbed his buttocks.

A chuckle "It's funny." ”

When the beautiful boy raised his head, he saw only a black back, disappearing into the night.

"Fourth Miss, let's go." The child helped the beautiful boy up.

"Childe, let's go too." The man in green clothes on the roof looked at the master who stood quietly with an inexplicable expression.

"Hmm" Two purple and white lights flashed, and it was only for a moment.

"Hey, what is this?" The beautiful boy plucked a white flower from the hair on his chest.

"Fourth Miss, this is Qinghua, the slave maid has seen it in Miss's Feixian Pavilion." The boy next to him said.

"It smells so good." The beautiful boy sniffed lightly.

"Let's go, my fourth miss." The system pulled down the beautiful boy.

"Alas, my flowers." The beautiful boy looked back at the blue flowers that fell on the bluestone slab and exclaimed.

The night wind swept up the small flower, gently threw it away, and danced between the heavens and the earth, and the flower was gone.

If Jing Ruhua looks at the books in her world again, she will find that the book has changed, called "Playing in Another World: The Fourth Miss of Genius", but she will not look back after completing the task.