Chapter 593: Master's domesticated little phoenix (6)
——In short, she looked more like a dude brother, not like the kind of indifferent monk like the flower of Gaoling that she knew.
Seeing Xiang Xing was a bit speechless.
There is also a lot of anxiety.
This person...no, this old fairy, looks a bit unreliable.
"...Although my master looks like an old ruffian, don't worry, he is one of the best in this world of cultivating immortals, and can slap Xia Ling and her harem group for hundreds of blocks!"
Ya Ya raised her eyebrows frantically, desperately helping her master.
As everyone knows, at this moment, there was a burst of free and easy laughter outside the door...
"Hahahahahaha!!!"
Although the man's voice was as clear as gurgling spring water, the words and syllables showed boundless ripples.
And a somewhat drunken haziness, "Ahua, why have you started boasting about the deity again? Although it is true, the deity would be embarrassed"
The man's tail sounded rippling, as if he could realize a wave of lines, rushing towards Xiang Xing frantically.
However, what made her feel concerned was not the voice of this fairy-type enjoyable ambassador.
But...
"...You, are you actually called Ahua?"
Listening to the word "Ahua", Xiaofei immediately squeezed a smile with unbearable strength, and even tweeted her cheeks red.
A flower!
This name, oh
It really goes well with ducks.
"..."
Ya Ya had nothing to say about this, but rolled his eyes depressed and stood aside.
I was so embarrassed that I was so embarrassed that I wanted to find a place to get in...
After a while, the bamboo door opened again.
A familiar and rich aroma of wine suddenly filled Xiang Xing's nose with the majesty that came in from outside the door.
I saw the untidy and slightly open robe, drunk, free and easy beautiful man, carrying a large wine gourd, shaking, and walking upside down in the direction of the bamboo bed.
Then he jumped.
Lie down on the bamboo bed.
"...Master, did you drink a few kilograms or taels?"
Ya Ya greeted him with a headache, took the gourd from his hand, and put it back on the shelf.
Just listen to the man's chuckling and chuckling.
Lifting his slender fingertips, slowly swinging, with a hazy expression, "The deity drinks alcohol and never counts a few kilos..."
"Furthermore... This is the old man of the Youran Sect today, who has collected five thousand years of Langhuan wine... How many, the deity can drink... hiccups"
As he said, he suddenly burped in alcohol.
Xiao Fei Chuo who provoked aside subconsciously frowned and backed away, with a look of disgust.
"Well……?"
The movement of her backing attracted the man's attention.
He shrugged subconsciously, and Qingjun's charming face slowly turned to her.
But after a moment of lag, he sneered with a puzzled look, "Who is this... holy?"
"..."
Ya Ya was speechless for a while.
Seeing a little fat chirp with a more weird look, he couldn't help crying without tears, "Master, you are so drunk like a bird, don't you even recognize the little phoenix you picked up by yourself!?"
"Oh, I'm a bit impressed... hiccups"
The man nodded slowly, but he laughed and burped again.
Immediately afterwards, he closed his purple eyes as if he didn't care, and fell asleep deeply.
"...Is this really reducing the difficulty?"
Xiang Xing once again sent out a soul torture.
Maybe she's here to take care of this drunkard immortal...