Mobile reading

Yan Xiaomo found that the necklace that Long Biao gave her was still on her neck, although she didn't know why it was still there, but Yan Xiaomo didn't want to take it off, just as a thought. Books.com ( . V o Dt . c o M）

Because she was about to see Zhuang Zhou, Yan Xiaomo was a little excited and a little uneasy.

Walking towards the hall, Yan Xiaomo recognized Zhuang Zhou at a glance, in fact, Zhuang Zhou was very recognizable, he had greenish hair.

There was only one person in the key hall.

"Master." Yan Xiaomo respectfully knelt down towards Zhuang Zhou, the disciples of the Tianshan Sect saw that the three Dao Venerables were all going to kneel and salute, unless they cultivated as Dao Venerables side by side and could be dispensed with, otherwise this etiquette could not be ignored.

Even if it is from other sects, when encountering the three Dao Venerables, they also have to salute.

"Have you grown in these days of retreat?" Zhuang Zhou raised his eyes indifferently, and his handsome face did not have any expression.

The previous immortal bamboo was lazy, sleeping in Tianchi all day long, how could he be cultivating.

Yan Xiaomo pursed her lips a little uneasily, lowered her head, and replied with some lack of confidence: "There is no growth." ”

Zhuang Zhou's favorability towards her now is fifty, and he just treats Xianzhu as his own apprentice, which is an ordinary master-apprentice relationship, and he doesn't like it much, and he doesn't hate it.

Yan Xiaomo didn't hear Zhuang Zhou speak, and suddenly became a little nervous, wouldn't it be to punish her.

I have to say that the original Xianzhu pot is very good, Yan Xiaomo mourns for herself in her heart, can she not carry this pot?

"Xiaozhu, cultivate well, there are some things that can't be escaped." Zhuang Zhou got up and walked towards Yan Xiaomo, his face was still indifferent, and he looked like he had no desire or desire.

walked to Yan Xiaomo's side, bent down and helped Yan Xiaomo up.

Yan Xiaomo felt that there seemed to be something in Zhuang Zhou's words, but she couldn't understand it, why did she say that there were some things that couldn't be escaped?

The game system didn't give her detailed information about this game.

So Yan Xiaomo could only ask the little devil.

Yan Xiaomo: Are you there? What did Zhuang Zhou's words mean just now, how could I be in a fog, is there still information that has not been given to me, or is it that I have not connected with Xianzhu?

"Xiaozhu, you are also seventeen years old, and it will be your eighteenth birthday in a few days, you have been practicing here with the master these days, and the master will give you good guidance."

Zhuang Zhou's words made Yan Xiaomo feel a coldness blowing from the back of his neck, only to feel that what he said was somewhat meaningful, which made Yan Xiaomo shudder.

The current immortal bamboo is seventeen years old, and Zhuang Zhou's cultivation is already more than two hundred and seventy years old, there is no age distinction in the fairy world, only men and women, mainly because of personal cultivation.

"Yes, master." Although Yan Xiaomo is still a little unaccustomed, but thinking about his task, it is better to nod and agree, staying by Zhuang Zhou's side can not only attack him but also improve his own cultivation, why not?

Yan Xiaomo came out of the hall and exhaled deeply, whenever Zhuang Zhou approached her, she could feel the strong sense of oppression in Zhuang Zhou's body, making her dare not breathe freely in front of him, maybe this is the difference between the Yuanying Monk and the Qi Transformation Monk.

The light from the aura has been suppressed to a low one.

After a long time, the little devil gave Yan Xiaomo the answer just now.

Little Devil: It's not that I won't tell you, I'm just afraid that you will find it a little difficult to accept for a while.

The little devil's words made Yan Xiaomo can't help but lift her heart, and a trace of bad premonition flashed in her heart.

This book is from:

This book comes from Pinshu.com