The face of the elixir real person was extremely ugly, stealing chickens and rice, he never dreamed that this high-quality Zhuji Dan conference would eventually evolve into such an ending.

People are not as good as heaven!

But now, there is nothing to be done.

Even if he still has some back-ups, he doesn't dare to use it, for no other reason, this Song Hao is simply the nemesis of this sect!

I've lost two games in a row, and if I continue to compete, maybe it will be even more humiliating.

Don't save the defeat, but lose more and more, so that the prestige of this door will fall into a trough, and there will be no recovery.

That's it, the gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late, bear this breath today, the coming day will be long, Song Hao, Baiwei Zhenren, the deity and the Qingdanmen suffered the shame today, one day, I will take revenge tenfold, hundredfold.

A trace of resentment flashed in the eyes of the elixir real person, he was originally a small-bellied chicken intestine and liked to be a calculating character, this time he was so embarrassed and embarrassed, how could he be relieved?

But no matter what, at least for the time being, he didn't dare to provoke anymore and stopped fighting for the time being.

......

Anticlimactic!

Because of Song Hao, the press conference carefully prepared by Qingdanmen this time became a farce.

It ended in a hurry.

The monks rested for the night, and the next morning they left one after another......

Song Hao naturally didn't want to stay longer.

Although the other party does not dare to be unfavorable to them because of face, it does not mean that they will give themselves a good face.

On the way back to the post house, Song Hao obviously felt the difference in the attitude of the monks towards him.

There is awe, there is curiosity, there is stuttering......

But these are all monks from other sects, and as for the disciples of the Qingdan Sect, without exception, they are all hostile and disgusting.

And such an expression is not concealed at all.

In other words, they completely hate themselves, except that they are not easy to do, it can be said that the whole attitude is a rhythm that completely tears the skin of the face.

Even if he asks for directions, he is coldly opposed, as if he has a common enmity with them!

Disliked everywhere, Song Hao would certainly not continue to stay here unless he had a problem with his head.

Therefore, early the next morning, he was ready to leave the Qingdanmen helm.

"Ah Hao, do you want to go together?"

Song Hao turned around, and found that the senior sister came to his side at some point, and was looking at herself with a smile on her face, with a teasing look.

"You have offended the Qingdanmen badly enough this time. ”

"Good!"

Senior sister's kindness, of course Song Hao will not refuse, after all, he is alone, and the immortal cultivation world is full of dangers, in case someone wants to be unfavorable to him......

And walking with the people of Qingfeng Valley, the safety factor is naturally much higher.

This is one of them.

Second, although Song Hao seems to be mixing well compared to the first time he arrived in Guidi, in the dead of night, or when he is alone, he will inevitably feel very lonely, there are no games, no Internet, and everything he is familiar with......

Even if you have something to say, you don't know who to talk to, and Zhou Ling is naturally the best person to talk to, she is the same as herself, from the earth, and the two have the same rhythm of thinking......

It's been a long time, and Song Hao has a lot of things to say.

Also, although this place is rich in spiritual energy and is more suitable for immortal cultivators, Song Hao is not nostalgic, he wants to return to the earth.

The same is probably true for most of the senior sisters.

Song Hao can just communicate with her to see if there is any progress on the senior sister's side, whether she has found clues, and whether she can leave here?

The eldest lady invited Song Hao to go along, and the monks of Qingfeng Valley naturally had no objections, the spiritual food was mouth-watering, and the young master of the Immortal Kitchen Alliance was even more remarkable, such an existence was naturally worth befriending.

......

Nothing happened all the way.

Three days later.

"Song Xiaoyou, you must say goodbye to you for a thousand miles, let's say goodbye here!" Nangong Sword Dance's voice came into his ears.

"Why?"

Song Hao turned his head in surprise: "Seniors don't want to go with me?"

Hearing Song Hao say this, Nangong Jianwu was a little stunned: "Song Xiaoyou, what are you kidding, of course I welcome you in Qingfeng Valley, but next, we don't go the same way, you want to go back to the helm of the Immortal Kitchen Alliance, and we need to go back to Qingfeng Valley, it's basically the opposite." ”

"Oh!"

Song Hao realized that he had misunderstood the other party, his face turned red, and he scratched his head a little embarrassed.

"Sister Ling, in this case, let's leave for the time being, keep in touch, I will come to see you when we have time. ”

"Well, good. ”

Although Zhou Ling was a little reluctant, he also understood that there was no banquet in the world, this was not the earth, and the two of them could not be willful.

It's just that the separation is always melancholy.

"Okay, stay connected. ”

Before Zhou Ling's words fell, he was suddenly hugged by a warm embrace, of course, Song Hao had no malice, just a hug before parting.

The silly boy, however, didn't seem to realize what was wrong with doing so.

After all, on Earth, friends are about to separate, and a gentle hug is just polite, which is normal and does not make people think too much.

But this kid was so smart that he was confused for a while, forgetting that this was not the earth at all, but the immortal cultivation realm that was similar to the ancient customs.

A gentle hug is nothing remarkable in our eyes, but for them, it is simply shocking, including the Nangong Sword Dance, and the monks of Qingfeng Valley are all stunned.

They all fell into a petrified state.

This man is too bold.

How dare you do it in front of people like yourself......

If it weren't for Song Haonai, the young master of the Immortal Kitchen Alliance, his identity was extremely respectful, and the eldest lady treated him, it was obviously different from ordinary people.

Song Hao was not hacked to death with a knife, it was strange.

But at this moment, everyone is a little confused......

This man is rude to the eldest lady and bold, do you want to take him down......

Everyone looked at Nangong Sword Dance.

And Mrs. Nangong, who has always been decisive in killing, is also at a loss.

What do you think I'm doing?

I'm desperate!

I also want someone to tell me what to do.

The environment, which had been a bit noisy just now, suddenly became quiet.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Song Hao turned his head in surprise, and the sudden silence made him a little confused.

Also, everyone is watching what I'm doing.

"Hao, you idiot. ”

Zhou Ling gently pushed it away and gave him a blank look.

She didn't know how to complain, Song Hao was sometimes extremely shrewd, sometimes surprisingly stupid, and now she didn't even find anything wrong, this is not the earth, of course the parting hug will make people feel shocking.

But it's not easy to blame anything.

Not to mention, Ah Hao's embrace just now was quite warm.

Seeing that the eldest lady was not angry, Mrs. Nangong breathed a sigh of relief and glared at the monks around her: "What are you doing here, do your own thing." ”

Since the eldest lady doesn't mind, why should she be a wicked person who beats mandarin ducks?