Immortals Dump Waste In My Home

"It's okay." The tone of Huo Qilin's words was quite relieved.

"Senior, what can I tell him." Xu Fan wanted to say a few words about the fire unicorn. Although he never thought of letting Liu Bowen be used by him, if there is a fire unicorn, I am afraid that Liu Bowen will be somewhat awed.

"No, this emperor is afraid of ruining his mind." Xu Fan didn't expect Huo Qilin to say such a sentence. He didn't play the card according to the routine. Xu Fan didn't know how to answer the conversation.

Think about it or bring the topic to the magic repair side, so he said: "Presumably the seniors also know that now the mortal world is a short silence, but the younger generations are sure that this is just the tranquility before the storm, and a shocking conspiracy is brewing. I am afraid that the younger generation will not be able to return to heaven by then."

"Oh? What do you mean by that kid?" Huo Qilin asked noncommittal.

"Moxiu hopes seniors can help me!" Xu Fan said what he thought.

"This is natural. The emperor does so much, and he doesn't want to be charcoal." Huo Qilin's tone trembled when he spoke.

"So thank you senior." Xu Fan said, originally planning to ask about Zhang Lingfu, but after thinking about it, he still didn't ask. If Huo Qilin was willing to tell himself, I'm afraid he would have spoken long ago.

After putting away the four elephant beads, Xu Fan can be sure through this chat that Liu Bowen did not lie to himself. Of course, if that person is Liu Bowen, but now it seems to be certain. After all, reincarnation is such a secret matter as an outsider. The chance of knowing it is small, if the cultivation base does not reach a certain level, I am afraid I don't know it.

After thinking about it for a while, Xu Fan didn’t know when he fell asleep by the head of the bed. When he woke up, it was already bright, and his stomach was still grunting. He quickly got up and took a simple wash and went out. He just left. Looking at the Pure Yang sword in his hand at the door, he felt that he should still put it in his bag. Xu Fan didn't want to be regarded as a neuropathy by others.

Carrying a long travel bag, Xu Fan left the hotel. There is also a restaurant on the second floor of the hotel with a buffet, but Xu Fan doesn't like to eat those things, mainly because Xu Fan feels that he can't get enough of those things.

On the street, Xu Fan randomly found a yellow braised chicken rice to deal with it. It was lunch. After lunch, Xu Fan felt a little disoriented. There is nothing to explore in Purple Mountain. Could it be that his trip to Jinling hasn’t started yet? Is it over?

After thinking about it, I'd better take a stroll in the Confucius Temple, even if there is no gain.

As soon as he arrived near the Confucius Temple, Xu Fan felt that he should have thought of this a long time ago and should have come earlier.

Xu Fan feels like a wolf into the flock at this moment, feels like a vacuum cleaner, absorbing the spiritual energy of this place crazily, and the people around can obviously feel it, but there is no way to discover that these spiritual powers and scholarly mortals can’t see it. When I arrive, I can only feel a little bit.

For about ten minutes, Xu Fan felt that his body was no longer able to absorb. Xu Fan was going to return to the hotel to try to break through. At this time, he heard a very nice voice coming from behind: "It is said that the Confucius Temple worships Confucius. No place, there is no **** to worship you but you don’t believe it."

Xu Fan smiled and shook his head, and whispered to himself: "If Confucius knew that he would come here to worship the gods, he wouldn't be angry enough to come back to life."

"What are you talking about?" Xu Fan was talking about a young man with glasses. Xu Fan didn't want to talk to him. But when he looked at the young man, the Yintang was sunken and black, and his complexion was dull. At first glance, he was affected by evil things. Then I became interested in talking to him.

Xu Fan gave a very polite smile and said: "I accidentally heard the conversation between the two. I meant to say that Confucius didn't believe in God and Buddha. Confucius is a standard materialist, so there are no gods to worship here."

"I heard it, I heard it!" At this time a girl in a goose yellow dress said to the young man with glasses, her expression seemed to be a victory.

The man with glasses also said to Xu Fan very politely: "Hey, I can’t help it. I can’t sleep well these days, and I find it difficult to breathe. I can’t catch up with my breath. I feel tight in my chest. I go to the hospital. I don’t see anything famous. I met a person before and said that I’m not good on face, so I worship gods. Maybe it would be better. Actually, I don’t really believe this. Isn’t it impossible to do this? Let the little brother laugh. Up."

"My name is Xu Fan." Xu Fan said and stretched out his hand. This is because the man with glasses didn't react. He knew that the girl in the goose yellow dress next to him kicked it and said, "My name is Wu Xiaoming, this is me. Girlfriend Luo Yufeng."

"Who is Luo Yufeng, you say it again!" The girl in the goose yellow dress was obviously going to run away. Wu Xiaoming said quickly: "Luo Yufeng! Luo Yufeng! Say it soon, say it soon."

Xu Fan touched his nose and smiled and said, "Brothers are very eager to survive, haha." After taking a look at Wu Xiaoming, he said, "Don't worship the gods. Tell me what's going on. You do it."

Luo Yufeng asked with a look of disbelief: "You got it? Really or fake."

Xu Fan didn’t explain, but smiled slightly. After a week of spiritual power running, he patted Wu Xiaoming’s forehead. Wu Xiaoming only felt that the whole person was a lot more comfortable, and suddenly said with a horrified expression on his face: Brother is an expert, what was the trick just now, and how do I think it's all good."

"Troubleshooting the symptoms did not cure the root cause, can it be done now?" Xu Fan still kept that good-looking smile and looked at Wu Xiaoming very politely.

"It's like this. After going back to my hometown with my family at the end of last year, that's it. You have to tell me to be more specific. I really can't think of anything." Wu Xiaoming's expression is serious, as if Try to remember something.

Xu Fan said indifferently, "Then go to your hometown and see."

"But my hometown is quite far away." Wu Xiaoming felt a little embarrassed when he finished speaking, but Xu Fan's appearance didn't bother me and smiled and said: "It's okay, I'm staying at the International Hotel 606 on Zhonghua Road. Room, come find me if you have time to go back."

"Okay..." Wu Xiaoming's expression was still a little dull at the moment. Xu Fan had been away for a long time, and he hadn't reacted until Luo Yufeng gave him a push before turning around.

...

Xu Fan has returned to the room in the strange eyes of the front desk attendant. Once he returned to the room, Xu Fan couldn’t wait to meditate, trying to find a breakthrough opportunity. Xu Fan closed his eyes for a long time, and his thoughts were like a boat on the ocean, unable to find his direction. .

After a long time, frowning and opening his eyes, he sighed, "It seems that this road is not so easy to walk."

"Puff!" At this time, Jian Ling couldn't help but laughed, and Xu Fan asked: "What? Did I say something wrong?"

"That's right, but how come you are so funny when you say it. Although you don't know what method you use, your current speed of improvement can't keep up with the immortals who were pregnant with strange treasures. You still sigh this. The road is not easy to walk." Jian Ling said a little irritably.

Xu Fan was also shocked when he was said that, thinking about it this way, he can be said to have been smooth, but now he still finds it difficult, it is really difficult to take this road.

He shook his head bitterly and continued to sit and meditate. I don’t know how long it had passed. At this time, there was a knock on the door. Xu Fan felt that Wu Xiaoming should have come. Although Xu Fan could not infer what Wu Xiaoming had met, he knew from the face. From the perspective of it, what happened was not a trivial matter. The so-called Xu Fan was confident that Wu Xiaoming would come back by himself.

Xu Fan got up and tidyed up his clothes before opening the door. As expected, it was Wu Xiaoming and his girlfriend. They smiled and said, "I'm coming so soon, sit inside." As Xu Fan gave up a position and signaled the two to enter the room. .

Wu Xiaoming and his girlfriend approached. Xu Fan followed and just closed the door recently. Wu Xiaoming and his girlfriend Luo Yufeng knelt down and said, "Master! Save us."

Seeing the faces of Wu Xiaoming and his girlfriend, Xu Fan also raised his eyebrows. It shouldn't be like this in theory. It's a bit strange right now. He quickly asked: "Get up and talk. I saw you have a problem before, but it's also More than that, what's going on?"

"The master didn't just leave, and an acquaintance from my hometown came to Jinling to look for it. It was my godfather who told me not to go back to my hometown and tell the big things, and then he wouldn't say anything when I asked." Wu Xiaoming caught He seemed to be thinking that there was nothing missing.

Xu Fan did not reply. Instead, he looked at Wu Xiaoming’s girlfriend Luo Yufeng, as if waiting for her to speak. Luo Yufeng glanced at Wu Xiaoming and said, "Angel, let's talk about it." After speaking, his face was slightly red. Turned his head.

Xu Fan looked at Wu Xiaoming with a cold snort and said, "If you don't want to talk, leave as soon as possible."

"No, no, I said, Master, I eloped with Yu Feng. Our hometown is in Dali, Yunnan. Originally, I was going to marry the grandma’s daughter. I don’t know what that daughter looks like, and I love it in my heart. It’s windy, so how could it be with that grandmother’s daughter, my father and I didn’t understand how to say, and finally ran out, but today I was completely scared by what my godfather said. I want to go back and have a look. , I want to know what happened, I don't want to die." Wu Xiaoming said, pulling up his sleeves, and something was clearly visible under the skin surface.

Xu Fan suddenly became interested. He had seen this Gu worm once before. If he had encountered it, a demonic cultivator-level evil creature, Xu Fan's mouth was hanging around, and it seemed that these guys were not peacefully hiding.

It took a long time before Xu Fan came to his senses and said, "So, is your godfather in Jinling?"

"Yes!" Wu Xiaoming continued little by little, "It's downstairs."

"Tell him to come up." Xu Fan said.

Wu Xiaoming picked up his mobile phone and sent a message. After a while, there was a knock on the door. Wu Xiaoming hurried to open the door. There was a sturdy man who appeared to be only 30 years old. Xu Fan was a little bit troubled about why Wu Xiaoming met. Call him godfather.

Wu Xiaoming hurriedly introduced: "This is my godfather Gu Lei."

The strong man pointed towards Xu Fan, smiled and said, "Hello."

Xu Fan was also a little bit, and said: "My name is Xu Fan, how much do you know about them."

"Listening to Wu Xiaoming, you have some abilities, but I want to persuade you to leave this matter alone. This matter is not as simple as he saw it." This Gu Lei's speech was unpleasant, but there was something in his tone that made people hard to refuse. a feeling of.

"Oh, haven't you finished talking to your godson?" Xu Fan looked at Gu Lei with interest.

Gu Lei smiled and shook his head and said, "I don't want an innocent person to die. I have no other meaning."

"Can you tell me in detail? Maybe there is a way." From the generous conversation, Xu Fan felt that this person should act like his name, upright.

After a long sigh, Gu Lei said: "His father was nearly 20 years older than me. Once in the stockade, his father fell into the water. I rescued him. At that time, this kid was almost ten years old. , His dad made me a godson for his kid, and wanted to be with me in the same generation. In fact, I am a more casual person. It doesn't matter. Since his dad is so persistent, I don't have much to say."

Gu Lei was not polite, opened a bottle of mineral water in the room and drank a sip and continued: "The grandmother in the stockade will bless the stockade every year, but no one knows what the grandma's daughter looks like and how many daughters there are. , But grandma would choose her daughter’s son-in-law every few years. His father was also out of this consideration. When it was his turn to envy her son-in-law, he said Wu Xiaoming was my son, but this matter was still known to grandma. Now, the grandmother in the stockade is thunderous, and now the stockade is probably...

Xu Fan seemed to understand what was going on. This grandma didn't seem to be a good thing. How can a normal person have so many daughters to marry?