When Wu Yuanyuan's almond eyes were so loyal to Lin Hao, he was willing to sacrifice his life and protect his brothers. Wu Yuanyuan's almond eyes were about to shine.

These things are completely different from the stories of cultivators she heard in her family in the past, fighting and killing.

It turns out that this world is not just black or white, and life or death. There is such a sincere friendship between black and white and life or death.

After hearing the story between the thin Taoist priest and Master Jin Guang and Lin Hao, including the robbery show at the banquet of the city lord's mansion, the horror attack, the appearance of the old city lord, and the conflict between the young city lord and others on the Xuantianzhou. Lin Hao and the young city lord and others were also retaliated by the young city lord and others, and they were sent to the gate of the beast king's nest to set up a formation. Then everyone was surrounded by the lizard swamp wolf, and facing the beast lord, the thin Taoist priest and Master Jin Guang were both desperate to rush forward to rescue him.

For this lady Wu family, these things are not only mysterious but also a legendary color. After listening to them, she was silent for a long time. She looked at Lin Hao, as if she was fascinated by this thrilling experience and the friendship between the people.

Of course, when Lin Hao talked, he naturally hid some of the Lord God Lord and the Beast Lord, the Beast Lord, were all things that he tempted. He only said that the Beast Lord suddenly jumped out to attack him, etc., and used a little bit of Spring and Autumn style.

But even so, Wu Yuanyuan was fascinated by the sound of hearing this. The look he looked at him was a bit like a little girl from the big world outside, looking at the adventure hero.

However, just when Lin Hao thought she would say something admirable, the young lady of the Wu family suddenly held her pink cheek and asked curiously: "That sister Manji, is she good-looking?"

"Sure enough, women's focus is different from ordinary people."

Lin Hao patted his forehead, smiled and drank a sip of wine, recalling Xiaomanji's appearance when he took off his hood and washed his face: "If you talk about his appearance, then Xiaomanji must be no worse than Shangguan Wan'er. Even if he grows up, he may be able to compare with your Shangguan Zhilan sister. It's a pity that if she is in terms of age, she may be one or two years older than you, and it's almost impossible to continue growing."

"That's it..." Wu Yuanyuan nodded while biting her lips, but she seemed a little absent-minded, because she seemed to be asking Lin Hao's questions on the surface, and her pair of apricot eyes looked at the wine jar in Lin Hao's hand from time to time.

Lin Hao was stunned and thought to himself that this girl was afraid that she had heard of him, the thin Taoist priest and Master Jin Guang, drinking for several days in the corner of the deck of Xuantianzhou, talking... or bragging about each other, so she became interested in drinking, right?

He really guessed it right! Because he had just thought of this, Wu Yuanyuan suddenly bit the corner of her mouth with silver teeth, and a finger was stretched out with one hand holding her pink cheek, and pointed at the wine jar in his hand: "Are you drinking...are you wine?"

"No, it's water."

Lin Hao twitched the corner of his mouth and patted the wine jar: "This is a medicine solution, which is used to restore my injuries. Children cannot drink it."

"I'm not young anymore!"

“Where’s the big one?”

"You lied to me, this is wine!"

Wu Yuanyuan stared at the jar of wine in Lin Hao's hand stubbornly, as if she was fucking her brother that day, and looked at Lin Hao with a steady attitude, "I want to try it!"

"..." Lin Hao grabbed the jar of wine in his hand, and suddenly a feeling of guilt surged in his heart. The young lady in front of him, an hour ago, was still a pure and stupid little girl, but now she is seriously asking for wine with him.

Could it be that Lin Hao is going to officially lead a little girl today?

"Women can't drink..." "Lie, you say that Sister Manji is better than you, isn't Sister Manji a girl?"

"...Manji is a demon man..." "She is first a woman, and then a demon man!"

"Where do you have so many fallacies?

Anyway, you young woman, can’t drink it!”

Lin Hao raised the wine jar, drank the remaining wine in one gulp, and threw it at the deck below. The next moment, there was a crisp sound and the wine jar fell to pieces.

However, the wine jar was thrown down and broken. Before Lin Hao could even ban the Wu family's lady from drinking more severely, she saw Wu Yuanyuan suddenly staring at him. Her eyes that had just disappeared turned red and she looked full of bullying by Lin Hao.

"You are too young. It's best to eat less of wine. Besides, we are lonely men and widows now. If you get drunk, let me sleep with you, then you should say I'm accompanying you or not. This thing is so messy!"

"I'll just taste it..." Wu Yuanyuan sucked her nose, and her eyes suddenly softened, from a stubborn request to a pity, and she was very charming, as if she didn't give her a taste, she would have done something evil that both humans and gods were angry.

"A mouthful..." Lin Hao suddenly turned his head away, not seeing the little girl begging, but Wu Yuanyuan's pitiful look seemed to be imprinted in his mind. Somehow, I don't know if it was touching the scene. Lin Hao suddenly remembered a clip.

A clip about the immortal in the painting.

However, on the Tengling Holy Mountain of the Tengling tribe, the Tengling tribe fought fiercely. Under the protection of the great prophet, he refined the Eight-Polar Blood-Rolution Pill to save Zhu Ling'er on the spot. At that time, the immortal in the painting had come to him, half-joking and half-intimate indirectly, and he was responsible for her.

However, he didn't care about any of the feelings of the immortal in the painting at that time, and even used her jokes as a disguise and answered her very formally, telling her that she would not be responsible for her.

He still clearly remembers that the eyes of the immortal in the painting instantly dimmed, and then as if nothing had happened, he jumped around and stopped disturbing him in his alchemy.

In fact, perhaps only when he was refining alchemy and was very urgent and focused, would the immortal in the painting dare to ask him clearly.

I was afraid that he would say something to refuse.

But in the end, he let her down and said a decisive statement that she was extremely reluctant to hear.

A dim scene of the fairy's eyes in the painting flashed in his mind. Lin Hao couldn't help but tighten his fingers, but with a bang, he actually cracked the railing under him for a while. Then he didn't know if it was because he subconsciously used spiritual power, and his dantian was incredibly painful.
Chapter completed!