I Just Want To Farm

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After all, Qin Yu still gave Fang Yourong's soul to Fifth Daoling, and he couldn't say whether he trusted the latter or because he knew that he was not suitable for raising a soul at the moment.

Those who are being targeted by all parties should be ashamed to make a fuss. Don't overestimate yourself, and don't underestimate others. This is Qin Yu's deep reflection on Fang Yourong's death since this mistake.

——So after you noticed that Fang Yourong's soul was at the Fifth Dao Ling, you wanted to use Wuque's power to revive her?

Huang Jinbi knew Qin Yu too well, and he knew the elegant meaning after hearing the string song, so he guessed.

Qin Yu: "If I knew everything, it would be right to choose this way, but I am not, so I can only test it out first, without arguing, how do I know the depth of my senior brother's foundation, and how do I know the inside of nothingness?" It's false."

——Then you know now?

Qin Yu: "I don't know completely - but at least I can know that it is sure that Fang Yourong can live again."

Fang Yourong is not an ordinary person. If there is no lack of foundation and ability, there must be arrangements.

Qin Yu was relieved before handing over her soul, and she gave up the last level of "break into the house" assessment. The battle with the Yaozu was all tall and strong, and the situation of the Lord Ye's family over there was already determined by her. died.

Untie it, and she can just recover from her injuries.

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There is not only 100 points between "entering the hall" and "entering the room", there are still seven days.

The soul that Qin Yu handed over on the third day was visited by a guest that afternoon.

Generally speaking, outsiders probably know that she is seriously injured. Believe it or not, I don't know, but it is not good to visit someone when she is seriously injured. See if Lin Daiyu is sick?

But people still come to the door, is it immoral?

Not really, the other party has a special status, so it's not easy to stop Wuque.

"who?"

"The yellow-robed Taoist and the city master of Xiaoxiang Yeyu, it's up to you whether you see or not."

The Fifth Dao Ling also sent a voice to ask, "If you don't see me, I can tell them that you are dying, so I can evade it."

Qin Yu: "Then I'd better see you."

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The Taoist in yellow robe and Han Hai Chaoyi saw a person sitting in the sunny side room tea room as soon as they entered.

She is weak and pale, but her eyebrows and eyes are bright and elegant, which makes people have a good impression of her when she looks at her.

I thought I would meet a junior sister intoxicated with sadness, but I didn't.

The yellow-robed Taoist held the poise of a senior, stepped forward to say hello, and stopped Qin Yu from getting up to salute, and sat down spontaneously, and called Han Hai Chaoyi.

Each has a different way, and the style of the way is also different. Not all practitioners like to talk about stinky rules.

Although Wuque's rules are relatively strict, and Yazheng is famous all over the world, but the yellow-robed Taoist saw that Qin Yu was not in good health, so he took the initiative to lift himself up, so that the other party would not be seen.

"Hey, they're all from my family, you're welcome, Chao Yi, come and sit down."

Han Hai glanced at Yi Na with cold eyes, sat down with a flick of his sleeves, looked at Qin Yu's figure and face, his eyes shone brightly, looked down at the other party reaching out to pour tea, paused, Han Hai stretched out his hand to Yi Yu Qinyu picked up the teapot that was burning on the stove.

"Miss Qingqiu is seriously injured, it's better to rest."

Qin Yu pursed his lips, keeping the corners of his mouth moderately soft, "It's actually okay, it's okay to pour some tea for you two."

Taoist in yellow robe: "Little friend Qingqiu, with your talent, it's a pity that you can't participate in the final assessment."

He boasted abruptly, but it didn't make people feel offensive.

After all, it's a boast.

The result is this graceful girl.

"Give the young people below a chance."

The yellow-robed Taoist paused for a moment, then took off his Taoist robe, and asked earnestly, "It's not just Miss Qingqiu, how old is she practicing now?"

He should have heard it from someone, and wanted to confirm it at this time.

Before Qin Yu could answer, Han Hai glanced at Qin Yu, "Twenty."

Only twenty? Sure enough, only twenty.

It's really scary.

The Taoist in yellow robe touched his bald head and was about to express his emotions when the formidable Qingqiu girl raised her eyes, three points serious and seven points serious.

"Sister City Lord actually knows?"

What is there to know? Doesn't this woman know that she has checked her dozens of times?

Knowing that he is still cheating like this, it doesn't seem like he is deliberately teasing, so there must be no pitfalls. ． ． ．

Han Hai's heart skipped a beat at Chao Yi, he was on alert, glanced at the yellow-robed Taoist and wanted to change the subject, but the bald man had a loud voice.

"Eh? Didn't you say that you are not familiar with this little friend Qingqiu? I want to drag you to visit, you say you are not familiar with him, it is inconvenient to come, and then you know how long he has practiced..."

The Taoist in yellow robe was careless, Han Hai Chaoyi had a cold expression on his face, and he looked at the Taoist in yellow robe with cold eyes, making the whole old Taoist look horrified.

Qin Yu smiled, and seemed to be kind enough to save the siege, "Actually, the city owner's sister probably remembered it wrong, and it was said that it was nineteen years."

The yellow-robed Taoist: "Oh, is that a mistake?"

Qin Yu: "Actually, it's not wrong. In the past nineteen years, counting the other days in Yuyu City with the city owner's sister at that time, it can be regarded as twenty years."

The yellow-robed Taoist suddenly realized, and turned to look at Han Hai Chaoyi, "Oh, are you still counting the days?"

Han Hai glanced at Yi, and stuffed the innocent and honest bald head and the generally dignified and soft junior sister into his eyes.

Two bitches, no one left.

Huang Jinbi silently translated the voice of the beautiful city lord.

Then, in front of the two of them, she threw several of the bitterest and most astringent fairy lemon fruits into the teapot.

Stewing tea.

She is serious.

The eyelids of both of them twitched violently.

Wait, should I drink it or not?

Jinbi posted a row of fake smiley faces on WeChat.

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The two still drank.

Taoist in yellow robe: If you don’t drink, I’m afraid you won’t be able to get out of this door.

Qin Yu: If I don't drink it, I'm afraid I will be smothered to death on the bed with a quilt.

Enduring the indescribable bitterness, the Taoist in Huangpao was also very patient, and smiled bitterly, "Miss Qingqiu is only in the Nascent Soul stage, but she can get three thousand and four points, ranking ninth, which is really amazing !"

Is this great?

This is not normal.

This big bald head came to test it?

Qin Yu's heart was clear, and his face remained calm, "When I went in, I was very vain, and I was hiding, probably because I was timid, so I was lucky, and caught the opportunity of others fleeing to me two or three times, and killed people and seized treasures."

These words are very strange, not only a bit polite and modest, but also a bit perverse and harsh.

The yellow-robed Taoist's smile became more obvious, "It's amazing."

Qin Yu: "You're welcome."

Han Hai Chaoyi looked coldly at the hypocrisy of the big and the young, and took out some fruit snacks. Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and the chubby and charming ran over, jumped onto the tea table, and nestled Qin Yu rolled around in his arms before picking up the small desk. Baba rolled his eyes when he saw the snacks on it.

Those little eyes. ． ．

The Taoist in yellow robe looked at it thoughtfully, but smiled, "What a cute cat, do you want to eat it?"

He wanted to tease him with snacks, but the cat ignored him and turned to ask his master. "Qiuqiu, why are they all vegetarian? What about jerky? I want jerky..."