I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Anlin and Xu Xiaolan finished the meal and walked to the courtyard with satisfaction.

The four maids in spring, summer, autumn and winter are full of food, and the dog food is full, and now I can finally eat the kitchen to improve the food.

"Winter sister, it seems that the son is really the master of the master." Xiaoqiu somewhat envious.

As an emotional expert, Xiaodong nodded and shook his head and analyzed: "They should be the quasi-communists, the two sides are interested, but they have not really determined the relationship."

"It's so complicated, anyway, the man, will you live here later?" Xiao Xia whispered.

She only wants to serve Xu Xiaolan. Suddenly there is more than one man, so I am not used to it.

"The son should be our male master later." Xiaochun's pretty face is reddish and fine. "Listen to their conversations. Both of them are students in heaven. It's really amazing! I didn't expect our master to be The savvy cultivator is no wonder that the male chef’s cooking is so powerful, but it’s a fairy!”

"Hey, the immortal is also divided into grades. What kind of body is a few paragraphs, a few paragraphs, that son can have several paragraphs." Xiao Xia said.

"At least six or seven paragraphs can be learned from heaven!" Xiaodong speculated objectively.

"That... Didn't you hear that the owner used the 'An Lin' to call the son once? Will it be the Anlin in Kyushu?" Xiaoqiu weakly said.

When the words came out, the maids were quiet.

They remembered that the owner had indeed called the full name of the son, called An Lin! But they did not associate this name with the legendary figure in Kyushu. After all, these people are too far away from them. If Anlin is white hair, they will not be joking to associate him with Jiang Yanan. .

Now think about it, it’s all called An Lin, they are all students in heaven... I’m so scared!

"Anlin, who won the championship of the Quartet on the Tianting University, is in front of us?" Xiao Xia took a deep breath and opened his eyes in amazement.

"The first legend of the Xiongxian United University, An Lin, is in front of us?" Xiaochun was also shocked.

"No, it is rumored that Anlin is a black-haired man who likes to ride a dog, not a white hair." The sensible Xiaodong returned to God and began to question.

"You are stupid, now it is a trend of immortality to dye a white hair. It is normal or not." Xiaochun retorted with excitement. Her adoration of Anlin has now risen to the next level, and a pair of bright enamel flashes, with a different brilliance.

Xiao Xia and Xiao Qiu nodded again and again, and their eyes looked at the two people in the courtyard that month, and their faces were full of horror.

Anlin and Xu Xiaolan sat side by side on the wooden bench of the pavilion and looked up at the bright moon.

"You really don't plan to have Suzaku Zong? Your second uncle is a great power. The elders of the elders, Situ Feng, are the old-fashioned co-powers. The power of the two of them may indeed find a way. "An Lin looked at the woman who was surrounded by Yuehua, who looked extraordinarily soft and moving, and whispered softly.

Xu Xiaolan heard the words and shook his head firmly: "The voice of God is originally the power of the United States. Her understanding of blood transplantation has been crowned, and the roots caused by blood transplantation have collapsed. No one has studied more than her." Thorough. I inherited her knowledge, so I know that it is completely irreversible damage, and there is no possibility of recovery."

"Of course, I also know that the two uncles and the elders of the elders are all in the sky. Maybe there is a chance that they can find a way to help me, but it will inevitably cost me unimaginable..."

She suddenly looked at An Lin: "The roots are broken, the way to the fairy is cut off... Just like the death of a person, you can't reverse it. Will you let your loved ones go bankrupt for the chance of a slap in the face? My second father owes My mother has a lot of human feelings. He is likely to do this and even give his life, but I don't want to... I don't want them to do this for me, and I don't want others to know my situation. I don't need these. ......"

Anlin was silent, and gently rubbed the soft and slender waist of the woman next to her hand.

Xu Xiaolan's body was trembled and there was no resistance. Instead, he leaned his head against Anlin's shoulder. His eyes were red and whispered. "Do you think I am somewhat unreasonable?"

Anlin shook his head: "No, I will make the same choice as you..."

"Is it because we are both stupid?" Xu Xiaolan asked.

An Lin: "..."

He looked at the woman who was getting more and more moving in the moonlight and whispered: "The moonlight is beautiful tonight."

"Well... I know, but what do you do with your mouth?"

Xu Xiaolan's white and tender hand pushed An Lin's head away and confused.

An Lin squinted his eyes and his face was wronged and forced.

Is my posture wrong?

Can anyone tell me what to do now?

"Cough... That... then let's talk about the medical hall. This medical museum can be opened to residents of the whole city. Your theoretical knowledge is solid. I can refine some simple medicines under your guidance. In this way, my alchemy can grow, and the business can be booming and unhappy..." An Lin said his own thoughts.

Xu Xiaolan looked at the man in front of her and seriously discussed her future life.

This evening, I spent it very seriously.

Anlin woke up in the morning and began to take the notes from the Nayong. I found that there were hundreds of air engines on it to contact him.

Almost all people who have a voice contact between the two have tried to contact him.

Is this... saying that the information has spread?

He was going to chase Xiaolan at that time, and he couldn’t care about anything.

It has only been discovered that there are so many people who worry about themselves, and they are a little touched.

Xu Xiaolan has burnt his own notes and doesn't want to contact anyone.

Anlin understood Xu Xiaolan's mood and felt that it was not as good as other people. It would be nice to talk about his own pet.

He thought about it and decided to pass the sound to Dabai.

The notes were picked up by the second, and then the voice of the great white grief: "Hey...you really found the relics of Angola? Which **** are doing, I must have tore her! Wang!"

Anlin’s heart was touched and explained: “Big white, if the phone is not a gas machine, it cannot be used.”

The opposite of the note was silenced ~www.readwn.com~ as if it was scared.

Then there was the roar of excitement: "Wang Wang Wang! Ang, oh... Ang is not dead! Wang Wang!"

Then, the notes conveyed the mixed voice of Xiaohong and the clown.

"Oh... I said that the Angoji people have their own natural world... How can this kind of small vitality be killed by a few snow girls!" The clown sobbed.

"It must be that I prayed to the sun and had a role. Later, we can continue to eat the white buns!" Xiao Hong Jiao’s delight came.

"There are eggs fried rice!" Dabaidao.

“There are also a variety of new top dishes!” Clown Road.

"Oh yeah!" Xiaohong was very happy.

An Lin: "..."

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