My little junior sister’s breasts are fierce and super strong

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The night passed.

Zhou Shu stayed attentively all night, and Jiang Qingyu stayed with her all night.

In the middle of the night, Song's mother also wanted to come, but Song's father persuaded her to go back because her health was not good.

After persuading Song's mother to go back, Song's father quietly went out and came over to guard with Zhou Shuning, Jiang Qing and Yu.

Jiang Qingyu took a nap. In order to pass the time, she performed the Guiyue Kung Fu all night long. The spiritual power in her body was already saturated due to her tireless efforts.

I believe that it won’t be long before Yuanying reaches its peak!
The dark green barrier covering Song Shu's room was removed, the vermilion door creaked, and Mr. Lin walked out hunched over.

Zhou Shuning stepped forward to help, and Father Song and Jiang Qingyu also came over.

Song Lang asked Ai Ai: "Mr. Lin, Ashu..."

"He got through the hardest part. The pain was unbearable, so I let him sleep."

Mr. Lin had a look of vicissitudes of life. Last night, Song Shu's wails almost lifted the roof. He was right next to him and suffered a lot of abuse.

My ears, which are not very good to begin with, are even worse...

Ugh……

"Go and see him, girl, come with me." Mr. Lin waved to Jiang Qingyu.

"Me?" Jiang Qingyu pointed at herself and was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized, probably because of Evening Primrose: "Okay, senior."

Obediently, he stepped forward to help the old man up instead of Zhou Shuning.

"Girl Ning, there's no need to worry about it. Let's go see that kid. He's probably waking up soon." Mr. Lin spoke up at the right time.

"Master, you..."

Mr. Lin said sincerely: "I'm fine, old man. You don't need to worry. Go quickly."

"...Thank you, Master!"

Mr. Lin waved his hand in disgust, and after Zhou Shuning's back flashed into the room, he said seriously: "Alas... I can't stay here..."

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The old man and the young man who went to Qingling Valley's meeting hall chatted here and there.

"Yu girl, where did you get that evening primrose?"

"It was sold at the last Yunzhong Luo auction." Jiang Qingyu answered truthfully.

Mr. Lin was shocked!

"The Luo Family Auction House? The Luo Family in the Clouds? The Luo Family that is the Luo Family's little fox cub Luo Heng who has made friends with Song Shu boy???"

Jiang Qingyu blinked, "Is there a second Luo family in the clouds?"

"Maybe not……"

Mr. Lin was in a daze: "So the treasure appraiser at Luo's auction mistakenly auctioned the dried evening primrose as the cabbage-priced Tianxin grass because he didn't know the goods?"

Mr. Lin, who finished speaking in one breath, was obviously a little short of oxygen. He took a deep breath and looked dazed again: "I'm blind... I'm so blind..."

At that auction, he remembered that he sent Su Ling to go there, and Ning Yatou should also be there...

Fortunately, I didn't ask anyone to take pictures, Mr. Lin thought to himself.

If it is photographed by others and used as Tianxin grass for refining, it will be a waste of natural resources!

Fortunately, there is a girl who knows the goods.

Thinking of this, Mr. Lin looked at Jiang Qingyu with a kind look: "Little fish girl, do you still have evening primrose in your hand? I'm willing to buy spiritual stone elixirs from you, little old man!"

In Jiang Qingyu's mind, she pictured the evening primrose roots stubbornly pulling into the soil, and the five leaves taking turns in the field to scoop up the soil and sprinkle it on her body. She shook her head without conscience: "No, just leave three. Take two leaves, take one as a souvenir!" Unless necessary, she will not grab another evening primrose leaf, that thing is like a shrew!Just throw dirt on people, even if there is water!

Jiang Qingyu didn't dare to think about how terrible it would be if it was given a pot of fertilizer!
must be avoided!

From now on, no dirt will be allowed to appear in the main hall of the Wuya Sword Sect’s main peak, including the back mountain!
Mr. Lin sighed regretfully. He could see that the little girl was still there, but if the little girl wasn't for sale, he couldn't rob her, right?
Evening primrose can only be used as a heart-tonifying pill.

At present, the patient who needs Buxin Dan has recovered, and he can't think of any reason to ask for evening primrose again.

Is it possible to tell the little girl that because she pursues perfection, she wants to buy four or five more leaves to make the Heart-Building Pill smooth and smooth?

Thinking this way, Mr. Lin's itch for evening primrose was greatly reduced.

Unknowingly, an old man and a young man had arrived at the meeting hall.

There were three elders sitting in the meeting hall, one of whom was an old acquaintance, Master Su Ling.

Seeing an acquaintance, Jiang Qingyu raised her eyebrows at Su Ling, and Su Ling smiled softly in return.

In fact, the medical cultivators all seemed quite gentle, with the exception of a few, such as another elder with a white beard who was looking at him coldly at this moment.

This person seems to have more experience at first glance.

The other one is a gentle and elegant young man. He wears a dark green gown with a bamboo leaf pattern printed on it. He also has the appearance of a bamboo gentleman.

"Come, Yu girl, let's get to know each other. This is the core figure of our Qingling Valley and a close confidant of me."

The implication is that we are all our own people here and there are no undercover agents.

"Su Ling, you should be familiar with me. I won't introduce you. The fierce one is called Gui Gu. Although he is fierce, he has a cold face and a warm heart, do you understand?"

Jiang Qingyu nodded, "Senior Su Ling, Senior Guigu."

Su Ling still smiled, while Gui Gu nodded in return with a serious face.

Mr. Lin stroked his beard with satisfaction, pointed at the elegant young man and said, "He is Gui Yuan, one of the few poison cultivators."

Jiang Qingyu was surprised and called out, "Senior Guiyuan."

Mr. Lin said slightly sourly: "You little girls like to look at faces. You can even surprise a good-looking poisonous cultivator. I was not bad back then, okay..."

Gui Yuan smiled slightly and said with a murderous heart: "But time is like a butcher's knife, and a good man will not mention his bravery in the past."

Mr. Lin covered his heart and groaned repeatedly.

Jiang Qingyu found it very interesting.

This senior Guiyuan not only looks different from poisonous cultivators, but he also speaks so well. He carries the air of a gentleman and is indeed a poisonous person.

This is very different from the stereotype in Jiang Qingyu's memory.

After all, the most powerful poisonous cultivators she heard about were either short winter melons with abscesses or perverted skinny bamboo poles with deep eye sockets.

All of them looked like they were wearing smoky makeup, with dark lips and dark eye shadow, and were as skinny as a stick.

Senior Oniyuan is unparalleled.

"Little girl, come on, wipe your saliva?"

A cyan handkerchief was handed over by a pair of big, sharp-jointed hands, and then blocked by a slender hand.

Su Ling pushed Jiang Qingyu behind and glared at the young man: "Guiyuan!"

"The little girl is so cute, I will definitely not give her a stuffed handkerchief~" Guiyuan replied aggrievedly.

Jiang Qingyu was dumbfounded. This elder was really, haha, unique.

Seeing that a fight was about to start, Mr. Lin quickly took on the role of a valley owner and acted as peacemaker.

"Hey, please calm down for a while!"

He looked at Jiang Qingyu amiably: "Xiaoyu, I brought you here today just to recognize my head."

"Su Ling told us what happened in the secret realm of Peach Blossom Island. Although the Gods have disappeared for thousands of years, we will not forget history. The Gods sacrifice for the common people. As believers of the Gods, we in Qingling Valley are willing to wait at any time. Send!”