Smelling the fragrance, Zhao Yang stopped what he was doing.

Turn your hand and put away the wine pot.

Zhao Yang turned his head and stared at Lu Dongxuan with a calm expression.

Lu Dongxuan nodded.

Seeing this, Zhao Yang nodded, carried the demon sword called ill-heartedness, and walked away from the peach tree step by step.

Later.

"I said, what kind of mystery are you two fighting?"

He was kept in the dark all the time, and Mr. Murong couldn't help but ask.

What exactly do they want to do?

Can you stop letting people guess?

Very annoying OK!

Murong showed dissatisfaction on his face, which made Lu Dongxuan laugh out loud.

I saw this Chunyang ancestor strolling to the peach tree.

He stretched out a hand and gently pressed it on the branches of the peach tree.

The next moment, a fairy aura surged out of his body and poured into the peach tree from Lu Dongxuan's body.

"Uh..." Seeing Lu Dongxuan do this, Murong was a little stunned: "Don't tell me, are you planning to ripen a bunch of celestial immortals in this defective world?

...You don't really plan to do this, are you?
Chapter completed!