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"I'll beat you up too!" The girl bared her teeth and claws, then pounced on him.
Who kissed whom?
"Are you serious?"
"Hehe, let's have a little spar." The girl chuckled.
Countless exchanges have been made, so why not try it out yourself?
I was just looking for an excuse.
The two sparred, with Jiang Nan suppressing his own level of cultivation.
One has to admire the girl's fighting strength and perseverance. At the same level, he actually had the advantage, but the girl became more and more courageous in the fight, making her really difficult to defeat.
If it gets too heavy, it will hurt each other, but even if it does hurt each other, the girl will probably become even more ferocious.
This is her insane, heaven-devouring demonic art; without madness, it's difficult to kill gods and Buddhas.
After a brief exchange, things got even more lively, and the two stopped.
"I can't beat you in a few fights," the girl said, puzzled.
"Why would you hit me? I didn't bully you," Jiang Nan laughed.
"Aren't you going to bully me... Hmph."
"Is there?" Jiang Nan asked.
The girl walked beside him with her hands behind her back, looking very elegant and graceful.
As they were talking, the two stopped and looked ahead.
someone.
An old man with white hair looked at them with a smile.
From this perspective, he is still very gentle and kind.
But they had sensed this place before; there was no one there.
Chapter 110 Thirty Years East of the River, Never Underestimate a Young Man's Poorness
"Is he a person or a ghost?" Jiang Nan greeted.
"Young man, what do you think?" The white-haired old man was somewhat speechless.
“Do you know that people can scare each other to death?” Jiang Nan said.
"I just woke up too. Seeing you two little ones so affectionate, I didn't want to disturb you," the white-haired old man said with a smile.
"You do have some insight," Jiang Nan said, "but your character is questionable."
"Oh? Why is that?" the white-haired old man asked curiously.
“And why? Peeping at people talking about love is impolite and immoral, you know that?” Jiang Nan said.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"I didn't mean to peek, but I just saw it when I woke up," the white-haired old man said with a smile.
The girl beside me blinked her beautiful eyes and asked, "Do we really do that?"
And this old man, his appearance is strange.
However, she believed that Jiangnan was definitely analyzing the situation as well.
So does she.
“Old man, we’ve been chatting for so long, and you still don’t know who I am?” Jiang Nan said. “Do you live here?”
"Young people are being dishonest. If you want to ask about an old man, just say so. Why beat around the bush?" the old man laughed.
“I just feel a strong connection with you, sir,” Jiang Nan said.
"Hehe, young people should be thick-skinned. I wasn't back then. I was introverted and didn't like to talk, so I always suffered losses when I was out in the world," the old man said.
“Old people have even thicker skin; they can actually say things like that,” Jiang Nan said.
"Hehe, I'm joking," the old man said. "Young man, we really are quite destined to meet."
"I already told you," Jiang Nan smiled.
"Your smile is fake. Don't you believe this old man?" the old man said.
"Let me introduce myself. I am Cang Kong, a demon."
“Empty warehouse? I feel like I’ve heard that name somewhere before,” Jiang Nan said.
"The Sage Cangkong was the master of this Taoist temple. It is said that he has passed away peacefully." The maid next to him changed her expression slightly and whispered a reminder to Jiang Nan.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Jiang Nan looked at the old man. “I almost remembered that old friend again. Her name has an extra character, ‘well,’ compared to yours.”
"Hehe, I didn't expect the young master to be such a sentimental person," the old man said.
“That’s for sure,” Jiang Nan said.
"Old man, oh, old man, aren't you going to hang up?" Jiang Nan asked.
"Young people really don't know how to talk." The old man's face darkened.
"I'm sorry, but I heard that you died, and then many people came to your temple looking for opportunities," Jiang Nan said.
Are you the same?
“No, we are not.” Jiang Nan shook his head. “We were being chased and fled here.”
“This place is like a rabbit’s den, with burrows everywhere; people can hide anywhere,” Jiangnan said.
"What an interesting young man." The old man's expression was fascinating. "Rumors outside say I'm at least a saint, right? Aren't you afraid I'll get upset and I'll deal with you?"
"The old man has a kind face; he looks like a good rabbit... Oh, a good person," Jiangnan said with a smile.
"Is there anything you wish for, sir? I can help you."
"I'm not dead yet," the old man said irritably.
"Oh, your complexion looks sallow and your forehead is dark... Hehe, I'm not cursing you, but it shouldn't be long now," Jiang Nan said.
"I underestimated you," the old man sighed softly.
"You're right. I failed to break through to the Great Sage level and was about to die. A little thing I didn't care about when I got it from the ruins unexpectedly pulled me back at the last moment, but I only have a few days left."
"I don't want my legacy to fall into the hands of those holy sites. They're a bunch of old bastards."
"I didn't expect you to come," the old man said. "Heaven has been kind to me after all."
"Don't tell me you're planning to pass on something to us?" Jiang Nan said.
"Why not?" the old man laughed. "I find you pleasing to the eye and enjoy talking with you. We demons don't care about such things; as long as we find you pleasing to the eye, that's enough."
"I can also sense that you have great talent, no less than those holy sons."
"How do you know I'm not the Holy Son?" Jiang Nan asked.
"Heh, Holy Son of the Holy Land, there's no one like you," the old man said. "Each of you may be polite and casual, but the arrogance and sense of superiority in your bones are natural and disgusting."
“You just said you were being chased. If you were the Holy Son, you wouldn’t be in such a sorry state.”
“A Holy Son should have no fear of those of the same level. The old guys wouldn’t dare to hunt down a Holy Son so openly. This is an unwritten rule among the Holy Lands, and it only applies to them.”
“And you still say you didn’t spy on us,” Jiang Nan said.
"I've lived for thousands of years, I should have some eyesight," the old man said.
“I am a human,” Jiang Nan said.
"The ancient races are powerful, while the demon race and the human race are both weak." The old man sighed softly, "I'll say it again, I just like you."
"Otherwise, the items would have been broken before my time, and I wouldn't have given them to you," the old man said.
"So, I'm that lucky?" Jiang Nan laughed.
“You could say that,” the old man chuckled.
"And her?" Jiang Nan asked.
“If you are willing to share, then you will all have it; if you are not willing, then it will only be passed on to you,” the old man said.
"The old man is trying to sow discord among us again," Jiangnan said.
"Hehe, I'm just telling the truth. After I pass on this to you, I'll also vanish into thin air. It's up to you to decide," the old man said.
"Girl, move aside a bit," Jiang Nan said.
The older girl was surprised and walked away a bit.
Jiangnan strikes a cool pose, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate a young man's potential, it's truly terrifying, woof..."
"..." Big girl, what's this guy doing? It's a bit embarrassing.
The old man was quite eccentric.
"Young man, what hatred do you still harbor?"
"Yeah, I just suddenly felt inspired and wanted to write a poem," Jiangnan laughed. "I've got some good luck too."