Senior sister, stop brainwashing me, I can understand your thoughts.

"Yes, I know, a divine beast that has been reduced to an immortal beast." Lu Wumie didn't take it seriously.

"He is restricted now. Not to mention a magical beast, he doesn't even have the strength of a spiritual beast. He has turned into a briquette." Lu Xingyan replied.

She has been staying on Lu Xingyan's bun as a headdress, immersed in cultivation.

They didn't even notice what happened when Lu Xingyan and the others first boarded the ship.

Now that he heard it, Lu Wumie became interested.

His eyes widened: "The mythical beast turned into briquettes? Is it true?"

"Of course it's true. If you don't know me well, would I lie to others?" Lu Xingyan asked.

"Fan Tong, take me to see it quickly, take me to see it, and I won't care about you throwing mud into my wine and poisoning it for the time being." Lu Wumie was worried about his current small body, so he could only raise his hand to greet his huge figure. It can also turn into a mess of smoke.

Unexpectedly, the rice bucket, who had always been submissive, rejected him without hesitation.

Fan Tong bypassed Lu Wumie and moved towards Lu Xingyan, lowering his head and making a grimace as he came closer and sniffed.

"Yu Huai, what are you smelling?" Noticing the abnormality in his movements, Lu Xingyan raised his sleeve and smelled it in confusion.

"Master, you seem to be my descendant." Rice Tong took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly loving.

Lao Liu System: [Ah! ! ! ]
Is this guy out of his mind?
Lu Wumie: "???"

The flames that were originally intended to attack Fan Tong were hurriedly withdrawn. Lu Wumie's eyes moved wildly between Lu Xingyan and Fan Tong.

Lu Xingze, who was about to knock on the door: "..."

This ghost...really poisoned his brain by eating poisonous mushrooms?
"What did you say?" Lu Xingyan thought there was something wrong with his ears, so he asked again unsurely.

Fantong was not aware of the dangerous aura surrounding him at all.

The more he listened, the more he confirmed the answer in his heart, and the look he looked at Lu Xingyan became more loving.

"Master, I have confirmed that you are my descendant." Fantong said firmly. [This guy is really crazy, right?]
[What nonsense is he talking about]
[I also want to ask you, what nonsense is he talking about? I'm the only one wearing this. Don't tell me that besides being an outsider, I have any other status in the mortal world]

[I promise not, it must be the devil this time]
Seeing Lu Xingyan's silence, there was no expression on his face at all.

Fan Tong thought she was struggling with how to discuss the relationship between him and her.

For this reason, Fantong was extra considerate and said lovingly: "Master, are you worried about what we should call our grandparents in the future?"

"You don't have to worry about this. From now on, our grandparents and grandchildren will have their own affairs. I'll call you master, and you can call me ancestor."

"As an ancestor, I won't blame you for being rude and disrespectful."

As Fantong said that, he stretched out his ghost claws towards Lu Xingyan, preparing to imitate the vague memory that suddenly flashed through his mind. He, an elder, touched the head of Lu Xingyan, a junior.

As soon as the ghost claw touched Lu Xingyan's bun, Lu Xingyan raised his hand and pinched it.

Lu Xingyan raised his eyes sadly and asked with a sneer: "Call you ancestor?"

"Yes, Master, we both have our own issues. I call you Master and you call me ancestor, hehe." Fantong nodded happily.

"I think you haven't had a fight for three days." Lu Xingyan snorted coldly, pinched the belt of the Yinshan Lingyu, and used the jade to whip the rice bucket.

People cannot use spiritual power in the mortal world, and it is difficult to easily mobilize the power of the stars to clean up the mess.

However, as a medium that can contact ghosts, Yinshan Lingyu can not only house ghosts, but can also be used as weapons.

No matter how well the buildings in the mortal world are soundproofed, they are still exposed to the sensitive senses of immortal cultivators.

Lu Xingze stood outside the door and could clearly hear the ghostly howl coming from Lu Wumie, who blocked the mouth of the rice pail with flames inside the house.

He raised his hand and flexed his fingers, wondering whether he should knock on the door.