Qi Ran's constitution is not good. During those years in the family, he drank alcohol all year round and numbed his nerves with alcohol.

In the next two years, I traveled abroad and rushed under the scorching sun all year round, so my body improved after being deficient.

It was his limit to persist for so long.

His brain was drowsy and his eyes were gray, which made Qi Ran unable to see the road in front of him. His steps were suddenly empty, and he fell back without balance.

As he shook his mind, Qi Ran felt his body tilt backwards, his heart sank, and he felt relieved in an instant.

Maybe he doesn't have this blessing.

He was born not valued, and he has lived enough in these years. It’s a pity that he didn’t see that person again. I really want to...

I really want someone to choose him firmly and stand by his side.

The wind in my ears is whispering, bitter and cold.

You can vaguely see the beautiful scenery of the mountains in front of you.

Is he going to die?

People always say that when they are dying, they will see the person they want to see the most.

Qi Ran seemed to have seen the beauty. It is no exaggeration to say that this is the best person he has ever seen in his life, and he is still a man.

The bones are clear and unparalleled, and no one has such a scenery anymore.

I won't see it in the future.

Qi Ran closed her eyes and waited for the darkness to swallow herself.

Suddenly, a cold patch on my back was as if I was soaked in ice, and Qiran opened his eyes so cold that he opened his eyes.

The beauty's exquisite side face is the beauty, with long eyelashes like butterflies and graceful geese, with clear whites of eyes, light light, a little thin jaw, light-colored lips looking too beautiful, and each place is natural carving, just right.

Ling Xiunao hugged Qi Ran and landed steadily on the steps.

He let go of his hand and looked solemn, "Why don't you leave?"

Qi Ran was stunned and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He almost jumped up excitedly, "Beauty, are you moved by my sincerity, so you came to accept me as your disciple?"

Faced with this situation of answering the question that was not answered, Ling Xiunao just looked at him strangely, not very understanding why this person was so persistent.

What's the best thing about cultivating immortals? It has a long life. There are even fewer friends who know people and their close friends. No matter how good you are, you will never be able to escape separation.

Ling Xiunao was used to being idle, and if one more person was added, he would be very uncomfortable. His eyes were mottled blood on the steps, and there were also men's cloth shoes stained with blood.

Ling Xiunao's ideas were shaken.

It’s really crazy to think about cultivating immortals even if you don’t have your life.

Ling Xiunao sighed softly, "You can accept you as your disciple, and give me a reason why you are so persistent in cultivating immortals."

Qi Ran was stunned suddenly, unable to believe his ears. This sentence was like a fairy music, echoing in his mind.

"I, I want to protect the person I like." Looking at the elegant face in front of me, Qi Ran's mind was covered in mud, and she didn't know what she was saying at all.

A pleasing person...

Ling Xiunao held back the feelings that had spread out his eyes, and he was happy for a long time.

However, that person will never like him in his life.

"It's a lover." The ink-colored robe rose with the wind, and Ling Xiunao returned to his usual color, "We are destined to be."

Yes, destined!?

"Then, beauty, are you accepting me as your disciple, or a servant who warms the bed?" Qi Ran did not change his frivolous tone for a moment, and a normal sentence naturally turned wrong.

"Dengtuzi." Ling Xiunao's white jade-like face was a little shy. He turned his head and let the cold wind blow, and his black hair fluttered. After a long time, he said, "I am a disciple."
Chapter completed!