Smacking his lips, he pressed his finger on the green gourd and said, "Let's set off."
The gourd expanded and became tens of meters tall.
Xiao Buchong stepped forward and waved lazily: "Come up."
Suning looked at Jiang Changnian who was still fighting and said, "Senior, why don't you go up and lend a helping hand to Empress Chang Nian?"
The old man walked to the gourd mouth and sat down, and said calmly: "Nian'er is teasing her, I just don't want to hurt her."
"If you really risk your life, you can win or lose in three hundred moves."
"The one who laughs in the end will be Nian'er, the one who is unscathed."
Suning flew onto the gourd and said with doubts: "Why did Emperor Chang Nian show mercy?"
Xiao Buchong broke through the void and entered, setting up a defensive light shield outside the gourd and saying, "This Chilong is a birthday gift from my young master to Miss Wan Tang. It is of great significance."
"And the magical suppressive power planted in her body is only known to Miss Wan Tang. It is a unique transportation tool in the Eight Hundred Immortals World."
"Calculate the time, Miss Wan Tang should be here by now."
"My young master didn't leave much behind, but everything is worth cherishing."
Suning said speechlessly: "Aren't you afraid that people from the demon world will take advantage of this opportunity to rescue Chilong?"
Xiao Buchong moved his palm forward and quickly accelerated: "Are you talking about the half-saint Buddha in the demon world?"
"Hey, he wouldn't dare to show up openly."
"He has to worry about the civil and military palaces, and the magical talismans that Miss Wan Tang holds in her hands."
Suning was thoughtful and said no more.
Xiao Buchong asked indirectly, "You said you wanted to be Jiang Lin'an. What do you mean?"
"When the last ray of my young master's soul dissipates from the Demon Burial Mountains, is there anything you can tell me?"
Suning looked calm and said: "No."
Xiao Buchong refused to give up and said, "Not for me, but what about others?"
"Nian'er, Miss Wantang, Jiang's Immortal Clan..."
He lowered his head and calculated carefully.
Suning interrupted helplessly: "Senior, why don't you open the skylight and speak frankly?"
"What you want to ask and care about is really what Jiang Linan told you?"
Xiao Buchong said sternly: "You kid is calm, I won't be pretentious anymore."
"Nian'er, Nian'er said that you are the only person who knows the true cause of my young master's death."
"Tell me what you want and what you want me to do for you."
"As long as you can tell the truth about that matter, I will do anything for you.
He turned around and looked at Suning with a hint of prayer: "You can kneel down."
Suning lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Xiao Buchong for fear that the old man would notice his fleeting panic.
"senior......"
He pretended to be calm, keeping his breathing steady and said: "Jiang Lin'an said that he was eager for success and underestimated the power of the saint's calamity."
Xiao Buchong cursed loudly: "You fart."
"What storms and waves has my young master not experienced along the way? Would he not know the hardships of the yoke of a saint?"
"That day, at the foot of Taixu Mountain, the young master was obviously carrying his seriously injured body to survive the disaster."
"He was injured. He was seriously injured before the saint's calamity came."
"Suning, I am not Nian'er or Miss Wan Tang. The so-called kindness and softness cannot happen to me."
"Either you tell me honestly."
"Or, let me use a secret technique to touch your memory."
