Lan Xiang bowed and left, not knowing what to say.
Qiao Wantang bit her lower lip lightly and said with a charming look: "Bad guy, he always bullies people in the hot spring."
"You promised to give me a son, but you broke your promise."
"In the future, you must compensate me twice as much."
"I don't want one son, I want three."
She stared lovingly at the shadow on the light screen, and couldn't help but let out a touching moan in her throat.
Just when Qiao Wantang was thinking about the unsuitable scenes after a breakup, Jiang Changnian suddenly asked secretly via voice transmission: "Sister Wantang, is the clone technique used by Suning my brother's own magical power?"
"I don't believe that Luo Chen taught him that, not even a word of it."
Qiao Wantang sat up with a guilty conscience and said awkwardly: "If this is Lin'an, what are you going to do?"
Jiang Changnian said excitedly: "Seriously?"
Qiao Wantang avoided talking and said, "Answer me first, your specific thoughts."
"Should we go directly to Luo Chen to ask for someone to bring Suning back to the Phoenix Realm to practice, or should he reveal his true identity?"
"Or, inform Wen Dian and ask them to discuss with Luo Chen?"
Jiang Changnian said seriously: "No, I will not act rashly."
"My brother died in Taixu Mountain for no reason at that time. I have been investigating this matter for six thousand years."
"I still have no clue and can't find any useful clues."
"But I'm sure that my brother was killed by an adulterer."
"Maybe it's a person, maybe it's a very strong force, so strong that in order to protect me and preserve the Jiang family, he didn't want to reveal a single word when his soul was completely shattered."
"If Suning is his reincarnation, what I have to do is to protect him secretly instead of attracting the attention of traitors."
"If he stays in Wuchen Immortal Realm and follows Luo Chen to practice, he can deceive others, which is better than following me."
Qiao Wantang narrowed her enchanting cold eyes and suddenly said with a cold light, "Do you doubt Wen Dian?"
Jiang Changnian was silent for a while and replied hesitantly: "I suspect there are many people, but Wen Dian only accounts for one of them."
"My brother, he once told me personally that after he created the nine-style magical power, no one in the fairy world can be his opponent."
"Those who hold pens in the Wen Palace and those who hold swords in the Wu Palace are without exception."
"The so-called saint's road is right in front of him, and he has some understanding of the tenth form of magical power."
"Why would he choose to take a risk when he can obviously achieve one thing out of ten thousand?"
"This is completely contrary to his past striving for stability and calmness, isn't it?"
"What caused it? There must be unknown causes and consequences."
Qiao Wantang said thoughtfully: "I can't figure out why they want to harm Lin'an."
"Take Wen Dian as an example. Lin'an is the most proud disciple of the nine hall masters."
"As for the other forces in the immortal world, unless dozens of supremes join forces, no one can harm Lin'an at all."
"To put it simply, how could we know nothing about joining forces to besiege the Half-Saint and causing such earth-shaking commotion?"
"Isn't this unreasonable?"
Jiang Changnian reminded me tactfully: "Sister Wan Tang, you are not afraid of being upright, but you are afraid of conspiracy."
"I will definitely get to the bottom of the truth about what happened back then."
"So, can you give me a happy word? Is the clone technique used by Suning one of my brother's own magical powers?"
Qiao Wantang curled her lips into a smile and nodded slightly.
Jiang Changnian said excitedly: "Then I know what to do."
After a slight pause, she said hesitantly: "Sister Wantang, you..."
"Your skirt is wet."
A certain natural beauty sitting on the recliner covered her mouth and exclaimed, and hurriedly pulled up the goose-yellow gauze to cover her legs.