Immortal Sovereign Allures Me Again

He wanted to cry, but there were no tears.

The room was now completely silent. The Supreme Celestial did not even look at her and had directly broken through to the next realm.

The instant she looked over, her legs turned soft.

Puff … "Ahh!

In her heart.

What the hell is this thing!

Qin Wuhuan turned her head away from the screen, looking at the old man's head. The old man glanced at her, then waved his sleeves and stopped her from speaking.

"Old Man …" "This, this …"

Tan Wuhuan didn't know how to describe the person on the screen. It was Ji Lingxiao's face, but this Yan Qingchen … This was a little too old.

He would at least be forty years old.

How old was Ji Lingxiao then!

The more he resists, the longer his lifespan will grow, the more his heart demons will sink, and the more suffering he will suffer. You need to go down there and let him see this point before he can successfully cross the tribulation.

"…"

The old man's words caused Tan Wuyi to be stunned again.

"He actually told me to go down this time to advise him to die a little earlier!"

"…"

When the old man heard this, he almost lost control of his blood pressure! His entire body was covered in black lines!

"Go down, go down, and remember not to joke about your spiritual energy. Otherwise, I'll punish you to close your doors tightly and never come out again!"

Upon hearing this, Tan Wuhuan fell down.

F * ck, consider yourself ruthless.

He pouted at the old man and jumped down.

It was just that this time, it did not hurt, nor did it press on the dogtail grass, but! A chicken feather!

He fell into a chicken coop.

"Which room's maidservant is it again? Still running? That damned girl, Spring Peaches' lesson is not enough. Quickly come out!"

A harsh voice came from outside, giving Qin Wuhuan goosebumps. She stood up against the feathers, scaring the old woman who was staring into the chicken nest.

Who is this rude person? Where was this? F * ck, she was targeting Ji Lingxiao this time … Pfft, Yan Qingchen's house was jumping around, could it be that he was wrong again?

The middle-aged mama was dressed in sackcloth, and the material wasn't very good. Her hair was also tied up with a simple piece of coarse cloth. One could tell with one glance that she had the appearance of a servant.

However, he was unable to find anything wrong with it even though he had been staring at its ashen face the entire time.

"I've never seen it before. Which room is this from …" "Hehe, hehe …" With an awkward laugh, he asked.

"That aunt, does Yan Qingchen live here?"

The moment the Tan Wu Huan said that, the wet nurse's face turned pale. She looked around and picked up a bamboo pole to use, but before she could react, her calf was struck.

Damn, this is too damn painful. If she had lived for thousands of years, no one would dare to hit her like this!

"You're courting death, you damned girl. You can't even call the Patriarch's name! "Speak, which room slipped out from!"

"…"

Qin Wuhuan was so shocked by her shrewish attitude that she didn't even dare to breathe, especially the fear of the stick in her hand …

What is the Patriarch? Was it the owner of this house? Then she shouldn't have made any mistakes, it's just that she didn't know how to meet others!

"I... I'll... It's in the Patriarch's room. "

At first, the mother was stunned, but then her face turned green again!

You little girl, you dare to lie like that, the one in the Patriarch's room isn't someone who stayed in this house for 4 or 5 years, what's your name, why haven't I seen you before? You're about to die yet you still dare to say such a thing, say it, are you trying to jump over the wall and escape?!

"…"

After talking about a bunch of mama, she began to sweat profusely. She felt an inexplicable sense of admiration, and felt that she was even more brain-dead than her.

When the mama saw the speechless Qin Wuhuan and the way she had appointed Qin Wentian to be her disciple, she let out a sigh.

His face was not as green as before as he said impatiently.

"Which room did you come out from?"

That tone was neither too calm nor too indifferent, it was as if she had gotten used to it. Immediately, she felt confused.

"Say something!" You still pretend to be mute? Do you want me to send you to the steward to beat you up? "

"Ah …" "Hmm …" "Right."

Tan Wuhuan did not know what to say either, so she merely snorted.

The mama looked at her messy body, then at her messy hair that was like a chicken's nest, and her hands suddenly softened as well, throwing the stick to the side.

Seeing that the dangerous weapon was gone, Tan Wu Huan heaved a sigh of relief.

"Come to my room and clean it up. If no one finds out, then let's hurry back. Otherwise, we'll be walking on the road of Spring Peaches."

As the granny spoke on her own, Qin Wuhuan's face was covered by a veil. What was all this? Why was it the same all of a sudden?

He had wanted to beat her to death just now, but now he was leading her to her room …

The moment she entered the room, the nanny threw a set of clothes at her.

"My daughter's from the past, she won't be wearing it now anyway. Wear it, then we'll go back."

"Oh …"

Qin Wuhuan took a set. The material wasn't as good as her own, but it was much better than the one the mama wore. She quickly changed it.

"Hmm, what should I call you?"

Qin Wuhuan asked as she changed the topic. The mama stopped by the side to drink a cup of water.

"Call me Aunt Fu. When did you enter?"

Aunt Fu asked. Qin Wuhuan wanted to say that she had fallen from the sky just a moment ago, but she didn't dare to, so she replied.

"Not long."

"Oh, no wonder. After you're done wearing it, you can go back."

Aunt Fu drove her away, but Tan Wuhuan's face was full of tears.

Where should she go?

"It's useless to pretend to be pitiful. Go back, if the family finds out, no one will be able to protect you."

"..." That … no … It's not that I don't want to go back... I don't remember the way back. "

Aunt Fu was stunned for a moment when she heard what Tan Wu Huan said. A look of regret flashed past her eyes as she walked out of the room first.

"Hurry up and catch up!"

The old witch's voice rang out again, and Tan Wuhuan immediately followed Aunt Fu out.

He turned left and right, passed through the pavilion, passed through the pavilion, and walked through a few corridors. Finally, he f * cking stopped in front of the entrance to a mansion.

"Go in."

With that, Aunt Fu turned and walked away. Tan Wuhuan stood behind her and gave a few 'ahh' sounds. Without any other choice, she turned around and faced the door. Then, she walked up to it and slowly pushed it open.

The courtyard was quite beautiful, but there was no one to the left or right of her.

Strange.

"Is anyone here?"

Eyebrows... These words did not come from Qin Wuhuan. Instead, they came from the inside of the house.

"Is anyone there?"

Another soft and weak call came out. It was pleasant to the ears like the chirping of a bird. However, it seemed to have a sickly quality to it, and its voice was weak.

Qin Wuhuan walked up to the door and was about to step into the room when she stopped, because the two sides of the door … At the corner of the long corridor, there was a group of people hiding!

Damn, what's going on? These people are!

What was with their fearful eyes?