Jiang Xuan didn’t try to stay.

Everyone has their own pursuits. What Hu Fei pursues is wealth, and he...

Jiang Xuan really doesn’t know what to pursue except for being a fairy.

Money.

Right.

It's so easy.

As for martial arts.

The upper limit of martial arts in Hangu Realm is very low. After being shaped by the wonders of heaven and earth, this is already a dead end.

So he has no choice, he must seek immortality in this life.

Otherwise, he can only degenerate into a concubine with three wives and four concubines, and only knows how to swarm rice bugs on women. That is simply terrible.

"Brother..."

Just thinking about it.

Qing Ning's voice was full of twists and turns from behind: "The clothes sent by the sect are too small."

"Small?"

Jiang Xuan looked back.

Upon seeing it, Qing Ning's face turned red with embarrassment, as if an adult were wearing children's clothes, and her chest was bulging and there was no room for it.

"Wear mine first." Jiang Xuan said expressionlessly, "Next time the measuring officer from the general affairs room comes down, please don't wrap your breasts, otherwise the measurement will be inaccurate."

There was a murmur from behind: "I don't want to pester it, but it's too big and makes it very shaken during martial arts."

Jiang Xuan was speechless.

He is a 100-year-old fool.

Where's the lime?
Chapter completed!