In short, she looks more like a dandy, not like the kind of cold and sparse monastic person she knows, such as the flower of kaolin.


    I can see Xiang Xing is speechless.


    There is also a loss of uneasiness.


    This man... No, this old fairy, looks a little unreliable.


    "... although my master looks like an old ruffian, don''t worry, he is one of the best in the cultivation world and can hang Xia Ling and her harem regiment for hundreds of blocks!"


    Yaya crazily raised her eyebrows and desperately respected her master.


    As everyone knows, just at this time, there was a burst of free and easy laughter outside the door


    "Ha ha ha ha ~!"


    Although the man''s voice was as clear as a gurgling spring, there were boundless ripples between the syllables of words and sentences.


    And a bit of drunken haziness, "ah Hua, why do you start bragging about this Buddha again? Although it''s a fact, this Buddha will be embarrassed ~"


    The man''s tail sound rippled, as if it could materialize wave lines and hit Xiang Xing madly.


    However, what made her care was not the voice of the immortal happiness ambassador.


    But


    "... you, your name is ah Hua?"


    Little fat JOJO listened to the word "ah Hua" and immediately tried to hold back her smile. Even JOJO''s cheeks were red by her.


    Ah Hua!


    The name, oh~


    It really goes well with ducks.


    “……”


    In this regard, ducks and ducks have nothing to say. They can only turn their eyes and stand aside.


    I''m so ashamed and angry that I want to find a seam to get in


    After a while, the bamboo door opened again.


    A familiar strong aroma of wine immediately poured into Xiang Xing''s nasal cavity with the prestige blowing outside the door.


    I saw the free and easy beautiful man with messy and slightly open Taoist robes and drunk like mud. He was carrying a large wine gourd, staggering and toppling towards the direction of the bamboo bed.


    Then he jumped.


    On the bamboo bed.


    "... master, how many kilograms and Liang did you drink?"


    The duck came up with a headache on his face, took the gourd from his hand and put it back on the shelf.


    Just listen to the man laughing.


    Lift up slender fingertips, slowly swing, a hazy face, "I drink, never count a few kilograms..."


    "Besides... This is the old man of the leader of Youran Zong. He has collected five thousand years of langhuan wine... How much can I drink... Burp ~"


    As he spoke, he suddenly hiccupped.


    The little fat Joo subconsciously frowned back and looked disgusted.


    "Well...?"


    Her retreat attracted the attention of men.


    He subconsciously shrugged his shoulders, and Qingjun''s charming face slowly turned to her.


    But after a moment''s stupidity, he sneered suspiciously, "who is this... Sacred?"


    “……”


    The duck said nothing.


    Looking at a little fat chirp, he looked more strange, cried without abstinence and cried without tears, "master, what kind of bird are you drunk? Can''t you even recognize the little Phoenix you picked up!"


    "Oh, I''m impressed... Burp ~"


    The man nodded slowly, but he laughed and burped again.


    Then he closed his purple eyes and slept to death.


    "... does this really reduce the difficulty?"


    Xiang Xing sent out soul torture again.


    Maybe she''s here to take care of the drunkard immortal