The long-haired old woman left, came quietly, and left quietly.
Su Xinglan didn't know when he left. The only thing he knew was that maybe it wouldn't be long before he could return to the fairyland.
Three days, five days, or half a month.
He asked himself whether he could afford to wait, and he was willing to wait for the result honestly.
Therefore, he smiled happily and lay back on the flower bed made of white jade with a grin on his face, his heart full of expectations.
"Xiao Ningzi, this is probably San Bo's good fortune."
"You are practicing in the immortal world, and I am practicing in the hidden world. In the same time, I will reach the semi-saint threshold much earlier than you."
"Hey, don't worry, your third uncle was always there to protect you when you were in China, and he will be the same in the future."
"Those Emperor Huoxuan and Emperor Jingkong will be killed by the Third Uncle for you when the time comes."
"Including Duan Ziqian, I will always remember his hatred for destroying your Dragon and Phoenix Dharma."
"Wait a little longer, wait for the day when Third Uncle soars into the sky."
Shen muttered blindly, folded his hands and put them behind his head and said: "Uncle San is not a fool. These people must have some unknown purpose for forcing me to practice in the hidden world."
"I never believe in good things that fall from the sky, but now that I am weak and unfamiliar with the place, I can't find anything useful for the time being."
"People have to bow their heads under the eaves. Words alone are of no use. Truth comes from fists."
With emotion in his heart, he lay on his side and randomly broke off a dead branch and held it in his hand to play with.
"Meow."
In the corner of the flower bed, a large raccoon cat that looks docile but is actually extremely ferocious is curling up and pretending to take a nap.
The fluffy tail is raised high and sways from side to side from time to time.
Su Xinglan flicked his fingers, and the dead branch fell right next to the civet cat's outstretched front paw.
"Crack."
There was a slight crunching sound, and a person and a cat looked at each other.
Su Xinglan is boring, extremely boring.
The civet cat is angry, extremely angry.
So, it stood up with a bow, its eyes showed a fierce look, and it said human words: "You are looking for death."
Su Xinglan didn't take it seriously, and his smile became more prosperous and he said: "Isn't this nothing to do, talking about fifty cents?"
"For example, how big is the hidden world and how many years have you been practicing?"
"You obviously have the cultivation level of the 16th level of a true immortal and can transform into a human form, so why do you always show yourself as a cat?"
"Is it possible that you are very ugly, too ugly to be seen by others?"
"By the way, are you a male or a female?"
After asking the last question, Su Xinglan subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him, as if he wanted to tell the male and female at a glance.
That slutty little expression is so vulgar and vulgar.
The smooth breathing of the civet cat was stagnant for no reason, and the hair all over its body stood on end, like steel needles, glowing with a faint cold light.
"My patience has its limits, but I can do it once but never again."
"You dare to provoke me, do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"
The cat's tail was straight, invisibly like a sharp sword unsheathed, and a faint murderous intent was clearly locked on the playful and smiling Su Xinglan.
The latter didn't care, and still winked annoyingly and said: "I bet you don't dare to kill me. No, to be precise, you don't have the guts to hurt me even a hair."
The civet cat screamed: "Why?"
Su Xinglan replied: "It's just because I know the destiny and Dharma in my body, and it's just because you are reluctant to let me go in the hidden world."
"Just because I openly contradicted the old woman, one of the two deputy realm owners, I can still lie here and talk to you without any worries."
"Just because I am the master and you are just a servant."