I Have a Lot of Resurrection Coins

  Chapter 650 I really like the name of the son

   "I don't know the five fellow Taoists, can you bring me?"

  Jiang Lin expressed that he wanted to join their team, and then went to Hanxuezong with them.

  Naturally, Jiang Lin didn’t want to participate in any sect trial, he just wanted to learn more about the conditions of the Hanxue Sect and see how this sect’s style is.

  Under normal circumstances, the selection for entrance examination is the epitome of the comprehensive quality of a sect, and the style of a sect can be seen best.

  Give a glimpse of the leopard, Jiang Lin can therefore think about how to get in touch with the Snow Sect.

  And Jiang Lin has a pretty good impression of these five people.

  When they saw the mummy lady, although they were attracted a lot of sight, they just looked at it and showed extremely pure innocence.

  And they didn't think anything about the mummy from other people.

  On the contrary, they were thinking about how to lead out and defeat the monster in the courtyard.

  To eliminate demons is to eliminate demons, the purpose is very simple.

  This not only reminds Jiang Lin of the time he used to work hard to make ends meet after Master pretended to have dementia.

  In those years, women only affected the speed of their swordsmanship.

   "Of course it can"

  "This. Please forgive me, Brother Jiang."

   Just when a female disciple's eyes lit up and she wanted to agree to Jiang Lin, the male disciple headed by her stood in front of her junior sister.

  "My son, the mission of the Snow Fantasy Sect is for the five of us. If an outsider joins in and successfully completes the mission, I am afraid that I will be blamed by the sect. Please forgive me."

  This brother found a good reason, but Jiang Lin naturally didn't believe it.

   Looking at this cold snow sect's outer sect, the vigilant look of Senior Brother Huan Xuezong, Jiang Lin also understood.

  After all, the reputation of casual repair is really bad.

  On the road of cultivating immortals, no matter where it is, casual cultivating is the kind that is spurned or even scared by others.

  Random cultivating and cultivating, just relying on self-cultivation. To put it a bit awkwardly, that is, stray dogs eat food! For a little bit of opportunity, you can make a broken blood.

  Even for a good artifact, they can even sell their own "Daoist", let alone a so-called friend.

   Conspiring with Sanxiu, it is tantamount to putting a knife on his back, which is nothing short of death.

   "That's it."

  Jiang Lin listened to their "explanation" and nodded very confidently.

   "If this is the case, then I won't force it, but the monster may come out tonight, and I'm afraid it will be a little bit of peach fan tonight, please cherish and be careful."

  Jiang Lin kindly reminded him and went back to the house.

  If people don’t get close to themselves, there’s no way.

   Listening to Jiang Lin’s reminder, the eyes of the younger sister of Huanxuezong blinked and blinked, and the man was even more dazed. I don't know what the meaning of this casual cultivator named Jiang Diaoda was.

  The night gradually darkened, except for Jiang Lin, everyone was looking for news about the monster in the courtyard.

  I saw that they took up various magical instruments and walked around in the yard, probing and probing, like those anchors who like to be dead in the wild.

  But they did not find anything, so they turned back to their room.

   "Who!"

  "Master, yes. It's a slave."

  It was late at night. In the room, the big bald man with the blue dragon tattooed on his body was meditating, and the door was knocked.

   "Come in."

  "Yes"

  After getting permission, the maid entered the room shyly and closed the door smoothly.

  The candlelight reflects the charming face of the woman, and the fair skin is more delicate under the red candlelight, as if it can be squeezed by a slight pinch.

  The maid tried again wearing a veil, under the veil, the scenery appeared.

  Looking at the maid, the bald-headed Monk Yexiu swallowed, his eyes hot: "What's the matter with the girl?"

  "The Nujia. The Nujia should come to help the master in his cultivation at the order of his wife." As she said, the woman's light gauze fell on the ground, curling around her white feet.

   Squeak squeaky squeaky squeaky.

  ……

  The night is darker. Except for the woman's room, the maids of the day have entered the man's room one after another.

  And the three male disciples except the Magic Snow Sect said, "Girls, please take care of yourself", and then rejected them. In the rest room, the bed board was overwhelmed and protested.

Sitting alone in the room, Jiang Lin shook his head and nodded.

  The one who shook his head was sympathy for those casual practitioners, if they knew that the corpse in their room was a corpse

  啧啧啧... I'm afraid they won't be able to move their pants in the next life...

   Nodded in affirmation to the three outer disciples of Xue Xuezong. They are really good, and concentration is indeed okay.

   But Jiang Lin is a little melancholy again

  This shouldn’t be

  The mummy wants to use essence to improve his cultivation. The monks are even more delicious.

  But why don’t they do it on themselves?

  This is not really a bold idea of ​​what Jiang Lin really has.

  It's just that Jiang Lin thinks it shouldn't.

  How many people can be handsome like yourself?

  Not to mention that he is still a virgin body, the Yang Guan has not been turned on, and the Yang Qi has not leaked out.

  Aren’t you not attractive?

  The first time.

  Jiang Lin doubted his charm for the first time.

   And just when Jiang Lin suspected that he might not be the best in the world, Jiang Lin's door was finally knocked.

   "Who?"

  "My son, my concubine is here to give my son some refreshments."

   At the door, there was the voice of Grandpa Lu’s wife.

   Suddenly, Jiang Lin was overjoyed, and his heart was full of confidence again.

  Look, my own charm is still great

  "Please come in, madam."

   Jiang Lin responded.

  The door of the room opened, and Madam Lu, wearing a short-sleeved tunic, walked into Jiang Lin's room with bare feet. The skirt under her was less than her knees, and her fair skin was exposed.

   Biting her red lips lightly, her eyes still wanting to talk, her posture is indeed very good.

  It’s a pity. In front of Jiang Lin, it’s just a corpse.

  And even if it’s not a mummy~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Jiang Lin’s DNA is still as stable as a mountain!

  Master and Sister Jiu Yi stuns them, which one's face does not hang her?

   Put the plate with snacks and drinks on the table, Mrs. Lu sat in front of Jiang Lin, took off the outer gauze, revealing the snow-white shoulders, she was a palace dress tube top.

  Jiang Lin glanced at him accidentally and then turned away.

  Mrs. Lu thought Jiang Lin was shy

  As everyone knows, Jiang Lin just feels a little sick.

   Isn’t this nonsense?

  Imagine a zombie in Resident Evil wearing a strapless tube top. Who can stand it?

   "The concubine likes the son's name very much."

  Pours a cup of bright red ferment for Jiang Lin, and Mrs. Lu slowly speaks.

  "My name?" Jiang Lin was taken aback for a moment, but he quickly realized that he was using a pseudonym now.

   "Yes, it is said that people are just as they are. I wonder if my concubine is lucky enough to see it."

  Speaking, Mrs. Lu twisted her waist and moved closer.

  (End of this chapter)