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Chapter 1665 Please step into the urn and bring order to the chaos!(1/3)

Said.

His figure flashed and disappeared in an instant.

"This Hanshan..."

Yan Qianjue's eyes turned and fell on the Blood Soul Ancestor, "Is it your territory?"

"No, no!"

The Blood Soul Ancestor was so scared that he trembled.

"The leader's! They are all from the leader's!"

"Stop talking nonsense, you will still be watching here in the future. No grass or tree can be missing... Otherwise, hum!"

"I understand!"

"The cultivation level is so low."

Yan Qianjue looked disgusted.

"After a while, let's talk about it first by raising your cultivation to the extraordinary realm!"

"Thank you! Thank you!"

The Blood Soul Ancestor thanked him so much that he almost cried.

"Girl!"

Yan Qianjue turned around and ignored him, looked at A Nan with a malicious look on his face, "Let's go back with me and become a disciple!"

"No!"

A Nan's face turned pale because of scaring.

"I don't want to become a disciple..."

"Hahaha!"

Yan Qianjue laughed wildly.

"That's impossible!"

The words have not ended.

He rolled his sleeves and left A Nan with no trace.

Vaguely.

You can also hear A Nan screaming.

“…”

Everyone was stunned again.

They vaguely felt that Yan Qianjue might have eaten too much in front of Yu Miao, so he deliberately found the place in front of A Nan.

It's not done by anyone!

"Elder Zhao."

Seeing Yan Qianjue leave.

The Blood Soul Ancestor looked up carefully and looked at an elder.

"What is the origin of this Mr. Fu, and why..."

"Mr. Fu?"

The elder glanced at him.

"He is not surnamed Fu!"

"Ah? Then he..."

"Do you know, more than ten years ago, our Holy Demon Sect went to the Great Yan Dynasty to rescue the young master's junior brother?"

"Know, know."

"this."

The elder sighed.

"It's our junior brother of the young leader!"

thump!

The Blood Soul Ancestor sat on the ground.

My mother!

Such a thick thigh!

Hanshan!

Look at the countryside!

He remembered these two places in his mind.

Start today!

I live here and don’t leave anymore!

Who dares to touch every tree and grass here... fight his life with him!

...

Looking inside the countryside.

Gu Han did not alarm the villagers and quietly returned to the yard.

Three days ago.

There are still laughter and joy here.

Three days later.

It's already deserted.

Wooden pier, dry firewood, fence walls, thatched huts... His eyes swept over one by one, as if he wanted to deeply engrave these things in his heart.

Suddenly.

But he saw the fish basket placed in the corner of the wall.

Inside the fish basket.

The fish is still there, and it is covered with a layer of spiritual power, keeping the fish meat fresh.

Gu Han smiled.

This spiritual power is A Nan's.

He took out the fish, removed the scales, removed the gills, and washed them... and then walked to the stove that he had built himself to boil water and add firewood, and made a pot of fish soup.

Serve fish soup.

He tasted it and suddenly sighed.

"It's so fucking bad!"

really.

Compared with her skills, it is not a little worse.

I was stunned for a while.

He drank the fish soup with a coarse porcelain bowl, carefully placed the torn coarse cloth robe into the storage ring, and replaced it with the moon-white robe again.

I took a last look at the courtyard.

His body shook, and instantly turned into a stream of light and penetrated into the sky!

"Goodbye, human."

Vagistically.

His whisper came from the sky.

...

boom!

boom!

In the void.

Zhong Yu had been fighting with the old monk for half a day. He was not aware of it before and was slapped by the giant palm falling from the sky, but was seriously injured.

now.

Standing behind the old monk.

It is not a Buddha or a Vajra, but a Bodhisattva.
To be continued...
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