Yu Lingji woke up the next day, only to feel a sore back.

As soon as he walked out of the room, he saw Senior Brother Shuiyang with big dark circles under his eyes, staring at him with a fairy face.

"Senior Brother Lingji, did you sleep well yesterday?"

......

The fish spirit is inexplicably a little weak, I dreamed yesterday, and there seems to be a big chicken leg in the dream, jumping and jumping, very restless......

"It's okay, it's just that my waist is a little sore......"

The corners of Ink Yang's mouth grinned, and he said with a sneer: "Hehe...... That's good. ”

Okay, you big-headed ghost!

Bai Xiuxiu in the other room felt refreshed, and as soon as she woke up, she saw the beautiful face of Ling Xiao's senior, swallowed her saliva, and said excitedly: "Ling Xiao's senior!"

Ling Xiao's need for sleep is not so high, she is a sword spirit, and she does not have the physiological need of sleep. I usually learn from people when I sleep, and I have developed good habits for thousands of years.

But if you ask her not to sleep, she can do it – and she won't close her eyes since.

So she didn't have dark circles under her eyes like Ink Yang, who didn't sleep well for a night.

Of course, when Mo Yang is growing up, he is still much, much worse than her.

"Wake up. The corners of Ling Xiao's lips hooked, her feelings for Bai Xiuxiu were actually quite complicated.

But overall, she knew she liked the man.

Not only because Bai Xiuxiu is likable in itself, but also because of Bai Shanyue.

If Bai Shanyue had a child left in this world, even if he didn't have a spiritual root, Ling Xiao would be willing to follow that child.

It's a pity -

Bai Shanyue is like a gay, she never participates in the friendship party of the immortal cultivation world, and there is no mother around her except for the frost and snow sword Leng Qingying and the Lian Li sword Yan Lingxi.

If it weren't for Leng Qingying being a little nun with hair cultivation, and Yan Lingxi and Zhang Zhifeng, the winged sword, would definitely make up a CP for him.

After all, she used to be obsessed with cultivating a class of words......

I always feel that Bai Shanyue raises a child, and she may be able to try the love of the sage or something.

Although Bai Shanyue's whole person is not very good, her face still has merit, and the children she gave birth to should be raised well and raised towards her own ideal type......

Ahh

......

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Mo Yang lowered his head and opened his phone, and saw the message Hu Ling sent him.

Tech Street Boss: Go downstairs, go downstairs.

Mo Yang's face was full of question marks, he pushed open the window, and looked downstairs, the girl was wearing a red beard, which was very conspicuous in the crowd.

Hu Ling saw Mo Yang beckoning to him, and pointed to his mobile phone again, motioning for him to read the news.

Ink Yang lowered his head and found another piece of news.

Tech Street Boss: You have a positioning system on your phone, and it's easy for me to find you.

......

Ink Yang secretly slandered himself: Your invention is more powerful than that of immortal cultivators, and I am Yuan Ziyi also thinks that your trick will easily lead to the loss of their gods who are mixed in the mortal world.

If mortals can catch up with the pace of immortal cultivators through external objects...... Gee......

Imagine that a world lights up the Immortal Tree at the same time, it also lights up the Technology Tree.

Nukes and skills fly together.

Tut-tut......

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Ling Xiao and his party had breakfast at the inn with Hu Ling.

It is worthy of being the first inn in Shengjing, taking care of the tastes of all kinds of guests in the world. There are wontons, dumplings, and tofu brains that southerners like, as well as cakes, noodles, and buns that northerners like.

Hu Ling finally ordered milk and meat buns, and while eating, she thought about her mental journey these days.

Yuan Ziyi's incident led to Hu Qi's death, and Hu Ling actually hated it in her heart. Not only did she hate the murderous Yuan Ziyi, but she hated the initiator of the national teacher even more, and those pregnant girls were all transferred to Shengjing.

No matter how good the reputation of the national teacher outside is, Hu Ling doesn't believe it.

She said goodbye to her parents and came all the way to Shengjing, in addition to the fact that the positioning showed that Mo Yang and the others were in Shengjing, there was also a reason that she wanted to avenge her sister and rescue those girls who were captured.

Of course, making a small profit on the road is really planned.

"What kind of business have you done in Shengjing?" Yu Lingji saw Hu Ling, and his face turned red.

Hu Ling's clothes are loose, and the slightest movement will reveal her slender neck, and she doesn't pay attention when she drinks milk, and the white liquid slides down her beautiful jaw to her neck, which looks very astringent.

"There is a boy in the capital who took a fancy to my motorcycle, and said that he would buy a few and come back, what kind of drag racing competition will be held?" Hu Ling was very grinning, and he didn't notice that something was wrong with the fish spirit.

In the eyes of a science woman, the fish spirit has always been plateau red.

"Roar, this boy is not smart, why don't you buy high-speed rail, choose a motorcycle?" Mo Yang thought it was interesting to listen to, and forgot the topic for a while.

There is a poem how to sing, when the ghost fire sounds, my parents raise it in vain.

"How so...... I feel like there might be other reasons why my stuff isn't circulating on Tech Street. Hu Ling thought of something, and frowned, "There are very few things that can bring out Kunshan City, and you can't bring out such a large thing as high-speed rail, maybe it's a world limit." ”

Hu Ling just said it casually, Ling Xiao was shocked when he heard this, and he might have really guessed it by Hu Ling.

Even if the world rules of the Kyushu Continent are incomplete, it still exists, and it is normal that there will be any restrictions.

"Let's not talk about that...... Did you bring something?" Ink Yang believes very much in the existence of the rules of the world, otherwise his own existence would be difficult to explain.

Those who are born to know have many fragmentary memories of the world, and what they say is very mysterious.

But in his impression, someone once told him that people like them had broken some rules of time and space and accidentally peeked into other worlds.

As for who this man was, he really couldn't remember.

But he subconsciously, very, very trusting this person, as if it were another self.

"Of course I brought-" As soon as Hu Ling handed the black bag to Ink Yang, she heard the sound of dishes and chopsticks falling to the ground in the private room upstairs of the inn.

Immediately afterwards, a richly dressed man rolled down the staircase.

"Fourth prince, please respect yourself. A woman in red appeared at the top of the stairs, with a nine-ring knife at her waist, looking at the embarrassed man condescendingly, the corners of her lips hooked, full of disdain.

It's Tu Qianqiu!

"Huh...... is worthy of being the seat of the national teacher, I haven't seen you for a year, you have really been reborn. The man had a resolute prince face of Li Xuanyuan, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a wicked and wild smile, which made people feel as if they had passed through the ancient romance ten years ago.

Ling Xiao and the others looked at Tu Qianqiu, and then at the man who fell to the ground, embarrassed, and his brain crashed.

Ling Xiao: Tut-tut...... The plot of the script, small scenes, small scenes.

Ink Yang: ...... Please respect yourself, yikes!

Bai Xiuxiu and Yu Lingji: ?

Hu Ling: Damn, isn't this asking me the uncle who bought a motorcycle?