The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

Chapter 69 Transfer of Luck
With Yan Qiao here, this meal is destined to be bad.

Especially since Yan Wenli was still thinking about other things, she didn't even take a few bites before starting to make excuses to let Yan Qiao be alone with her.

Listening to Yan Wenli's heartfelt words, Yan Qiao lowered her eyes and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

She thought of this day in her previous life, when Yan Wenli said heart-wrenching words to her like this, then turned around and tied her up.

And that place.
With a slight smile on her face, Yan Wenli changed the subject suddenly: "Qiao Qiao, aunt has something to give you. Follow me to the room to get it."

Yan Qiao raised his eyes to look at her, and saw that her eyes were full of excitement that could not be concealed.

She sighed in her heart. She didn't notice this inexplicable excitement in her previous life, but she still got it.

"Okay." Meeting her gaze, Yan Qiao responded lightly.

Jiang Yunshu on the side looked at her with complicated eyes, and when he looked carefully, there was a struggle flashing through it.

Yan Qiao turned to look at her, taking in the emotional changes in her eyes, but there was no wave in his heart.

At this moment, her vigilance became even higher.

She had a gut feeling that the most dangerous person in the Jiang family was not Yan Wenli.

On the contrary, it was Jiang Yunshu, who seemed harmless and somewhat indecisive, but she had a strong sense of threat.

Jiang Yunshu frowned slightly and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to call her out, but Yan Wenli noticed and warned her.

She could only look away with unbearable eyes, forcing herself not to look at Yan Qiao.

Jiang Yunshu turned her back to the two of them and only heard the footsteps going up the stairs. She didn't slowly turn her head until the footsteps stopped.

At this time, the struggle in her eyes had dissipated.

There was a smile on her lips, the light in her eyes flickered, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

At the same time, in the room on the second floor.

The faint smell of blood surrounded the room, Yan Qiao's eyes paused slightly, and his eyes fell on a small door in the room.

Catching her gaze, Yan Wenli paused, then turned around, took her hand and smiled: "Qiaoqiao, please sit down and wait for me."

With that said, she turned around and walked towards the cloakroom, leaving Yan Qiao alone.

Looking at Yan Wenli's leaving figure, Yan Qiao glanced at the hand that was let go, and then looked away lightly.

She moved around the room with slight steps, seemingly interested in the decoration inside.

Yan Wenli walked into the cloakroom quickly, but her eyes were always fixed on Yan Qiao's movements outside.

She lowered her voice and said, "Master, I brought you."

"Ah."

After a while, a rich male voice came from the cloakroom.

As the conversation between the two rang out, there was a hint of something else in the room.

When he felt what it was, Yan Qiao's eyes moved slightly and he calmly released his consciousness.

When she took in the man's appearance, a suspicious voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

"Ok?"

The master suddenly looked outside in surprise, as if he had discovered something incredible.

Upon noticing the man's movements, Yan Qiao's consciousness suddenly retracted, and she raised her eyes to look in the direction of the cloakroom.

I saw a middle-aged man wearing a gray robe walking out.

He is said to be a middle-aged man because although he has long hair, there is not a trace of gray hair.

Yan Wenli followed closely behind him.

Yan Qiao turned his eyes slightly and looked at the man.

The middle-aged man looked at Yan Qiao carefully and said in surprise: "Huh? There is a faint tendency to crack the reversal technique in you?"

These words fell in Yan Wenli's ears, but they were like a bolt from the blue. Her expression suddenly changed, and her eyes were full of worry. "Master, will this affect your luck in breathing?" she asked cautiously.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man glanced at her lightly and said coldly: "Don't worry, with me here, there will be no mistakes."

Yan Wenli explained with a smile on her face: "Okay, okay, I believe in the master, but this bitch's temperament has suddenly changed a lot in the past two months. I'm afraid there will be any accidents."

"Big change in temperament?"

The middle-aged man looked at Yan Qiao with interest, trying to find some unexpected gains from her.

But unfortunately, nothing was seen.

Yan Qiao stood there motionless, only looking at the two people talking about him indifferently.

Yan Wenli's eyes lit up and she quickly asked: "Master, has she been controlled?"

The middle-aged man glanced at her with contempt and said coldly: "You go out first, and then you can bring your daughter in after I finish it."

"Okay, okay." Yan Wenli agreed and quickly exited the room.

The moment she stepped out of the room, Yan Wenli resumed her behavior as a rich lady.

"Yunshu."

Only when she saw Jiang Yunshu did her face show some real emotion.

After Yan Wenli left, the middle-aged man looked at Yan Qiao greedily.

"It's just as I expected, great luck."

The middle-aged man sighed again as he spoke: "It's just a pity that I can only get half of the luck."

But this is the best way. He can benefit from it without taking any risks.

He is not a kind-hearted person, and his goals are the same as Yan Wenli's, and Yan Qiao has great luck.

The middle-aged man had seen enough and said calmly: "Come in."

As his voice fell, Yan Qiao slowly started to move.

She followed him closely and entered through the weird little door.

Below is a basement. The dark corridor extends downwards, and it is impossible to see the bottom at a glance.

As the middle-aged man walked by, the surrounding lights gradually turned on, allowing people to gradually see his appearance clearly.

There were all kinds of poisonous insect corpses hanging around the corridor.

It was shriveled, still glowing under the light.

Yan Qiao seemed to have lost his soul, and he followed him down the corridor in a daze.

When encountering things around the corridor, he didn't even move his eyes.

The two walked for several minutes, and only then did Yan Qiao see the end of the corridor.

To say it's a basement would be an understatement. It's a very small place, but it's also filled with all kinds of strange things.

The first time he stepped here, Yan Qiao calmly looked at the things inside.

The faint smell of blood came from a bowl nearby.

In the center of the room were two small beds, with two black cloths randomly draped over them.

Yan Qiao's eyes moved slightly. This should be the place where he cast the spell. The two small beds were prepared for her and Jiang Yunshu.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to think that Yan Qiao had the ability to break free from his spell. He didn't even look at her and started preparing the things he needed to transfer his luck.

After the preparations were almost complete, there was a sound from the corridor.

Yan Qiao stood in the darkness and looked up, it was Yan Wenli and Jiang Yunshu.

(End of this chapter)