I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Anlin has never been like this at the moment, regretting to play the **** wave.

A simple cup of milk made him into trouble.

He looked at the milky milk in the cup, and it was still faintly tempting, and the taste should be good, but it was the hurdle that could not pass the heart.

Although, it is normal to drink a milk horse milk, but this Longma milk is, after all, a high-intelligence creature. Now the owner of the milk is still looking at himself with care. The potential meaning is actually a bit different.

An Lin was hesitant in his heart.

Is it that the people who are hard to maintain are going to collapse here?

Seeing Anlin’s hesitation, Xianbo was curious: “When you are a **** Taoist friend, what’s wrong with you, seeing your face is not right, is it because of this milk?”

"Is the **** savage predecessor not like it?" Ma Ying also turned his eyes to Anlin, and the four feet were a little restless and lightly stepping on the ground, as if doing the wrong little girl.

An Lin’s heart brightened and said: “I don’t care. I have an agreement with the white vine princess of the top of the mountain. I am only drinking her breast milk in this life. I am an honest and trustworthy person. There is no way, thank you. The love of Ma Yingmei is..."

As soon as this statement came out, all the beasts were surprised.

"God! I have heard that the **** martial arts have gone to the territory of the top of the mountain, and I did not expect to be better with Princess White Rattan, and there are such agreements!"

"Blood martial arts friends, really can't!"

Everyone was admired and enviously opened, only a flash of glory in the eyes of Ma Ying.

The cows on the top of the mountain, the sweet milk is famous in the animal world. The white vine princess is spoiled and beautiful, and her milk is more attractive.

Unexpectedly, the **** and violent people have such a romantic past, and the white vine princess has been fixed. Although everyone was surprised, there was no sense of disobedience, as if he should have.

Anlin laughed and said nothing, the **** martial arts did indeed go to the top of the mountain Lingniu territory, and also saw the white vine princess, but the strange agreement, of course, he licked a few!

Anyway, the rest of the creatures on the field can't be verified in a short time. This identity is simply used by him. After the trouble, let the blood martial arts friends deal with it.

If it is true that the **** martial arts friends are here, if you meet such a fragrant milk, I am afraid that even if there is an agreement, it will be deemed as an agreement not to exist. Drink it first and say that it must not be renewed.

An Lin’s heart is filled with emotions. Everyone has a living method for everyone. This **** and violent person is really another kind of wonderful life.

For a moment, Anlin actually envied it a bit like this.

Ma Ying took her milk away with some disappointment. The **** waver and the white vine princess had an appointment first, and she naturally didn’t say much.

With his own wit, Anlin managed to escape from the robbery and continue to drink with the animal husbandry.

After some fun, the sun has fallen to the grasslands.

Anlin refused to invite a horse and a beautiful woman to spend a wonderful night, and walked alone to the fluorescent grass shore in the eastern part of the plain fairy grass tribe, enjoying the night view of the Dongyang Plain.

This grassland has a lot of charm, absorbs the amount of solar energy during the day, and emits some energy in the form of a little green light at night. The green light has the effect of agglutinating and repelling mosquitoes.

"Oh...hey..."

"Haqiu...haqiu..."

In the distance, there are thousands of red hot whirlwind pigs, sleeping and snoring in the shed, and the stomach is red. Every time you breathe in and exhale, it is like a red lantern. It is quite beautiful from a distance. Oh.

"It's beautiful..." Ann Lin sighed.

He suddenly wanted to eat pork.

Hesitated for a moment, he still gave up that plan.

Now, he is just a **** waver, not a foodie.

Throughout the night, he was admiring the beauty of the grasslands, seeing the gorgeous illusion of the colorful grasslands, seeing the fascination of the strange animals in the late night grassland, and seeing the beauty and tranquility under the grassland of the double moon night.

"Oh... what a beautiful sight..."

Anlin stretched out his hands and lamented the beauty of nature.

"At the moment, I just want to sing a poem!"

Anlin’s temperament came out: “Dongyangyuan, under the purple star. The sky is like a scorpion, and it covers the four fields. The sky is green, the wild scorpion, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep.”

"Good wet, good wet! Blood Wudao friends are really elegant, good poetry!" Xianbo did not know when, has come to Anlin's side, revealing praise.

An Lin smiled, can't be denied.

He did a wave of copying, and it feels quite good.

"Isn't you still going to rest?" Anlin asked.

Xianbo stretched out his hand and waved gently, and the grass around him began to sway.

"Blood martial arts friends, do you want to move on?" asked Xianbo.

"Well? You asked what to do?" Anlin was a bit confused.

"The news must have been passed out. They should know it. You don't have to move on at all, just as afraid of them, and then returning the same way, they will keep up with you." Xianbo faintly opened, and there was a touch of sight. Deeply shouted.

An Lin’s heart was shocked.

Xianbo said this...

Anlin knows that others have collapsed!

At least, he was seen by Xianbo! !

When is the person who collapsed? Is my acting so bad?

Not only that, but Xian Bo even guessed his purpose...

Anlin fell into deep self-doubt.

At the same time, my heart is also feeling, Xianbo is really not simple.

"I can find you, too, because the scorpion scorpion I have cultivated has reached the peak, the micro-expression of the soul, the breath of life, and various biological characteristics, extremely sensitive, and this has found a trace of violation. "Xian Bowen and a smile, "Reassured, they have never seen you, and certainly can't find you."

Anlin is still puzzled: "Why?"

Xian Bo pulled up a small grass and smiled: "We hate war and fear war, but this is not representative. We are absolutely neutral."

"If I can, I want them to disappear into the world forever. They interfere with the birth and death of the world's living beings. This is a big rebellion that will accelerate the decline of the world."

Anlin nodded and said: "Thank you for your reminder."

"Hehehe... Waiting for the world to return to peace, let's rejoice in the wine." Xian Bo blinked and smiled happily~www.readwn.com~ The next day, the sun rose from the east.

On the plains of Dongyang, there were buzzing of various birds and beasts.

A new day has begun.

Anlin solemnly bid farewell to Ma Ying and Xian Bo, as well as a group of seniors of the Xiancao tribe. They set foot on their way home. He stopped going east, changed the route of travel, and walked toward the extremely cold holy place.

Everything seems to have restored calm.

after one day.

Dongyang Plain.

Xianbo is training his fairy, and somehow there is a man suddenly appearing in front.

It was a man with a purple tower hat and a clown makeup on his face.

He slowly approached Xianbo, throwing two red **** in his hand, his mouth cracking open, revealing an exaggerated smile, and asked: "Hello, let's play a game together?"