I Only Want to Farm Chapter 1819: Smell

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Outside the cave, Chang Tingwan had already withdrawn his hand, and appeared at high altitude outside the platform with everyone.

Because at the last moment, they could no longer bear the soul pressure 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, the one who crossed the catastrophe was that little cabbage?"

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

Because they all saw the thunder disaster with their own eyes—— Baidao!

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

"Our Wuque is really a treasure land of geomantic omen, no matter 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, I heard there is one outside."

"Four, enough."

"Bao Wuque's future inheritance will last for three thousand years."

This group of big bosses and old gods were talking, and in their words, they didn't seem to resent 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 at night, but only raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words, and 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.

"It's almost over."

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

Everyone fell silent because there was something moving inside.

Breath, there is a soul breath.

Not that little cabbage.

"Fang Yourong?"

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

At least the texture of the soul is different.

"Mutated?" Chang Ting Wan turned 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 into a brilliant light, and the brilliant light was so high that it covered the mountains and forests.

A beam of light, surging and vast, is omnipresent.

The robbery is over.

Regardless of cultivation base or soul.

The glory has come.

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

This is the brilliance of heaven and earth, 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 herself through those pupils.

Pale, weak, but dead.

She remained silent for a while, as if she did not have the surprise and joy of resurrection, nor was she at a loss and helpless, only a calm sentence.

"Where is Qingqiu?"

"Ah, Qiuqiu is still in the furnace."

"Stove?"

Jiaojiao scratched her big head with her cat's tail, crawled over the edge, and fell into the coffin with a bang. When she was about to land on Fang Yourong's lap, she held her neck with one hand and hesitated. Thinking of how a certain owner of this fat cat pampered him, Fang Yourong still hugged him into 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, she is still as extraordinary and beautiful as ever, no, not as always.

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 of autumn water, it has the sharpness and clarity that can be taken out of the sheath with the Tibetan front, and it 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.

But Jiaojiao also noticed a slight change in Fang Yourong, which was a change in her soul, and this change would only affect everything about her as time went on.

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, got up, came out of the ice coffin, and looked at Zhou Xuanqing who was sitting on a chair drinking tea at some point on the other side.

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

"The younger generation is yours, 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 have been distracted for a long time, and it has nothing to do with me."

"If you want to thank, thank 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 alchemy furnace and felt the terrifying flames inside.

Nanming Lihuo?

She frowned, and looked down at her hand subconsciously. The separation of the soul is like a difference between heaven and earth for more than a few hours, not to mention so many days. ． ． 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 was fat and delicate.

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

"Huh? Yes, that must be my Qiuqiu, who would treat you as well as she does?"

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

Fang Yourong thinks that the cats raised by someone else are their virtues.

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 calmly, looking at Jiaojiao quietly.

Jiaojiao has a rough nerve, she has already listed Fang Yourong as a senior sister, and 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 weaknesses, and he didn't want others to know what his Yuyu had done, because she died for her Yuyu, and Yuyu knew about it.

Then it should be the other way around.

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

It's as light as autumn water.

Not cute at all.

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

Woo, bear with it, bear with it.

——You are not much different from your Qiuqiu~IndoMTL.com~ It depends on your face.

Huh? Is this sarcasm? That must be it.

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

Jin Bi stopped talking.

Fuck you with a hammer.

The only person I chat with is you two!

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

Taste.

There is a smell.

It radiates lightly.

This smell seems to be. ． ．