I Just Want To Farm

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Outside the cave, Chang Tingwan had already withdrawn his hand, and appeared with the others at high altitude outside the platform.

Because at the last moment, they could no longer bear the soul coercion released by Zhou Xuanqing.

Too strong and too scary.

"It's been thousands of years, and it's the first time I saw him release his soul."

"It's such a big battle to save Fang Yourong?"

"Is it because of the robbery?"

"By the way, is that little cabbage the one who crossed the catastrophe?"

Said it was Xiaobaicai, but the expressions of everyone present were very strange.

Because they all witnessed the thunder calamity—— Baidao!

What this means, it is impossible for a group of gingers not to know, so ah, cabbage is cabbage, but it is also a peerless treasure of cabbage.

"Our Wuque is really a treasure land of geomantic omen, whether it is a thousand years or a hundred years, it has never failed to take over."

The dignified woman couldn't help but smile, her eyes drifted past the long pavilion and then into the cave.

"One here, two inside, and one outside I heard."

"Four, that's enough."

"Bao Wuque will continue to be passed on for three thousand years."

This group of big bosses and old gods were talking, and in their words, they didn't seem to be very resentful towards the Wuque Sect who had imprisoned them for countless years, but instead had a terrible sense of identity.

Well, this is a strong "motherly love and fatherly love" between a group of old perverts and a group of young perverts.

Chang Ting watched coldly from the sidelines, but upon hearing the words, he only raised his eyebrows lightly, turned his face away,

In the past, I only felt that the outside world must be boring, but now I also feel that. ． ． Not necessarily.

"Almost over."

The taciturn middle-aged man in the red robe suddenly spoke.

Everyone became silent, because there was movement inside.

Breath, a kind of soul breath.

Not that little cabbage.

"Fang Yourong?"

Chang Tingwan said secretly, the most sensitive, she sensed that if this soul aura belonged to Fang Yourong, she might not be the same Fang Yourong as before.

At least the texture of the soul is different.

"Mutated?" Chang Tingwan twirled the prayer beads on his wrist, thoughtfully.

But she couldn't catch this soul breath and analyze it, because the wind moved.

The sky and the earth descended with brilliant light, the brilliant light was ten thousand zhang high, and the light covered the mountains and forests. It came, and the vastness reached into the cave.

A beam of light, surging and vast, omnipresent.

The robbery is over.

Regardless of cultivation base or soul.

The splendor has come.

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When Fang Yourong woke up, the light hadn't completely dissipated, and it was originally white with a comforting golden light.

This is the brilliance of heaven and earth, and it is the brightest and most flawless brilliance in the world.

She opened her eyes and saw it. ． ． ． A fat face.

a cat.

The chubby cat, pawing at the edge of the coffin, stared at her with beautiful eyeballs, and she could even see her own appearance through those pupils.

Pale, weak, but dead.

She was silent for a while, she didn't seem to have the surprise and joy of resurrection, nor was she at a loss and helpless, only a calm sentence.

"Where's Qingqiu?"

"Ah, Qiuqiu is still in the stove."

"stove?"

Jiaojiao scratched her big head with her cat's tail, crawled over the edge, and fell into the coffin with a thud. When she was about to land on Fang Yourong's lap, she held her neck with one hand and hesitated. A certain cat owner usually pampered him, but Fang Yourong still held him in his arms, dry, not gentle, and had no intention of rubbing and teasing him.

But Jiaojiao is not angry at all, why?

Ah, my elder sister came back from the resurrection, and she is still as extraordinary and beautiful as ever, no, not the same as before.

They were all pale and weak, obviously Senior Sister Fang's posture was much more arrogant than her own Yuyu Bichi.

Like a famous sword in autumn water, it has the sharpness and clearness that can be taken out of the sheath with the Tibetan front, and also has the calmness of walking alone in the misty rain.

Just sitting up after waking up, lying against the coffin wall, with black hair softly wrapped around the shoulders and waist, and the appearance of quietly thinking is enough to make people fascinated.

However, Jiaojiao also noticed a slight change in Fang Yourong, which came from a change in her soul, and this change would only affect everything about her as time went by.

Fang Yourong was quiet and didn't like to talk too much. He raised his eyes quietly and saw that there was a big alchemy furnace in front of him.

She was silent for a moment, as if she had figured something out, she breathed a sigh of relief, then got up, came out of the ice coffin, and looked at Zhou Xuanqing who was sitting on the chair drinking tea at the other side.

With just one look, she put down Jiaojiao and raised her hands in a bow.

"The junior Fang Yourong, thank you senior for saving your life."

Zhou Xuanqing sat in the light, dressed in white clothes and black hair again, no different from before.

Cold to cold, fairy style MAX.

"I've been distracted for a long time, and it has nothing to do with me."

"Thank you for the little cabbage inside."

Cabbage?

It's strange, although he doesn't think Qingqiu is a cabbage in his heart, Fang Yourong still knows who the other party is in seconds.

She looked at the Great Pill Furnace and felt the terrifying flames inside.

Nanming Lihuo?

She frowned, subconsciously looked down at her hand, the soul leaving the body is like a world difference after a few hours, not to mention so many days, but once there is an ice coffin, come. ． ． The method of returning her soul to its place is particularly superb.

The most important thing is~~

"Is it the life she gave me?"

She didn't ask Zhou Xuanqing, she asked rather fatly.

Jiaojiao already knew that Qin Yu had passed this test, and that the elder sister was also rescued, so she was in a good mood. Well, he likes to eat when he is in a good mood, so he ate deliciously with a piece of dried beef.

"Huh? That's right, it must be my Qiuqiu, who would treat you as well as she does?"

"Well, there must be, after all, you look so good-looking."

Fang Yourong thinks that a fat cat is someone's virtue.

There are always the same ways to praise people.

Straightforward, quite untactful, just like the bandits who come down the mountain to rob houses and flirt with young women when they see them.

She raised her eyebrows indifferently, and looked at Jiaojiao quietly.

Jiaojiao is nervous, she has already listed Fang Yourong as a senior sister, so she has no pressure at all, so she chewed the jerky and muttered, "But there are very few people like her who can take action like her."

He originally intended to protect his shortcomings, and he didn't want others to know what his Yuyu had done, because she died because of her Yuyu, and Yuyu knew about it.

And it should be the other way around.

But he took the trouble to tell Baal, and he didn't react too aggressively.

It's as light as autumn water.

Not cute at all.

Jiaojiao pouted, originally wanting to piss her off, but when he saw her face, he lowered his head.

Oh, bear with it, bear with it.

——You are not much different from your Qiuqiu.

——It all depends on the face.

Huh? Is this sarcasm? That must be it.

Jiaojiao was a little angry, and replied: "Then you hate her? You hate her."

Jinbi stopped talking.

Fuck you with a hammer.

The only person I chat with is you two!

When one cat and one wall were beeping, Fang Yourong's eyes suddenly trembled, and there was movement in the Great Dan furnace.

smell.

There is a smell.

Comes out lightly.

This smell seems to be. ． ．

Combine yesterday and today to add a reward.