“Yes, yes!”

Chen Huixian immediately responded, thinking that these women's eyes were so sharp that they just looked at them for two or three times, and they could detect them, and it seemed that they were thinking of other ways.

In the end, they naturally got nothing, and the mystery and the poisonous heart showed no flaws. Chen Huixian didn't know whether they had any communication or not. It was too difficult to find two of the hundreds of people, especially without any clues.

Chen Huixian didn't know, so they communicated. They even noticed the news that the demon cultivator of the inner demon sect, who was disguised as the master of the opera troupe, had died.

Just when Shen Huixian thought they were in the first floor, a spectator disguised as a Duxin in a private room on the second floor said intently to the maid's outfit:

"The other party has come to Minshan City. If you want to do it, hurry up. I don't have time to play with you and develop it!"

"That ruthless man who is good at detecting?"

He raised his infatuated brow. Since the lurking demon cultivator disappeared from time to time, Chen Huixian also attracted the attention of the inner demon sect.

The demon cultivators of the inner demon sect know that the other party is skillful in detecting methods and is not weak in strength. When the other party intentionally hides, they don’t even know who the other party is.

"That's right, the poisonous old man is dead and disappears silently. If I hadn't put a trace of poison on him, I wouldn't have noticed that he was dead!"

Du Xin and Du Lao Master are two enemies. He doesn't know if any demon cultivator dies, but Du Lao Master is different.

Speaking of which, Poison Old Man can still be considered his master. He treated Poisonous Heart as a human Gu at that time, but Poison Old Man was more skilled. Not only did he take this opportunity to practice a poisonous skill, he also seized the title of the Seven Heart Son of the Heart Demon Sect that Poison Old Man had been thinking about.

"Is Poison Old Man dead? How is it possible?" The infatuated person was shocked. Poison Old Man's strength could be said to be stronger than her. She was good at illusion and charming. Poison Old Man's poison skills were second only to Poison Heart. Even if he didn't have a lifeline in front of the Heart Demon Sect, it would be very famous.

"So, either do it now or leave with me!" Du Xin looked at the other party and said word by word. Actually, she didn't want to come back to notify the other party, but who made his life in the other party's hands!

Chaoxin suddenly blinked in a charming way, looked at the other person with watery eyes, turned around and got on the other person's legs. Without waiting for Du Xin to react, he touched the other person's hand and said, "Tell me, Du Xin, are you in love with your sister? Sister can consider letting you be your sister's face."

"If you think this is interesting, I will find a hundred men to satisfy you when I go back!!" The voice of Duxin came from the front, not as smooth as before, but was full of vicious and cold.

"I really don't understand the charm. Don't you men need women? Do you always satisfy yourself with your hands?" Caixin realized that what she was holding was just a puppet, and she was immediately bored.

"Satisfied, I usually turn the woman I like into a human head ghost..." Du Xin replied with an extremely evil smile, let alone how cunning it was.

Infatuated, he touched his chest and said in a coquettish voice: "Oh, I didn't expect you to have this hobby. Then I will give you all the heads of those women, and I just need the heart and soul!"

"Let's talk about serious business, we don't have much time!" Du Xin looked downstairs. It was already midnight and the performance was about to end.

"If you don't leave, you will be wasted all your efforts!" I thought of Bai Lingxuan's slim figure and face intently and greedily, muttering to himself with a ferocious face:

"Do you know how difficult it is to meet such a beautiful woman? She is the treasure given to me by God. Even if I die, I will die with her. I must get her, get...!"

Thinking of this, he looked at Du Xin foolishly and said like a fool: "Will you help me? If you don't help me, I will definitely let you accompany me if I die!"

Du Xin cursed in her heart, but said in an extremely cold manner: "If you want to play, then just play. Anyway, I will not contact you again, just do it!"

As he said that, Du Xin took off the magic circle without waiting for Qi Xin to speak again and returned to its original state. Qi Xin sat on his lap, stood up with a soft body, glared at Du Xin fiercely, and helped another maid who was hypnotized to remove the magic.

Unexpectedly, Chen Huixian was not discouraged. This kind of thing was like fishing, compared to patience. The rough hair was exposed before others appeared, let alone catch people.

Six days passed in a blink of an eye. Chen Huixian seemed to have really become a servant, shuttled around Qingyue Tower every day, and had time to rest during the day and stay busy at night.

Of course, Chen Huixian couldn't help but meet Bai Lingxuan again, and the result was that Bai Lingxuan's beautiful eyes gave him a fierce look.

"Hey, who is that, help me take the long silk for dancing!" He sent the things to Linglong Courtyard again, and the situation seemed to be wrong. Bai Lingxuan pointed at Chen Huixian and said impatiently.

"Me?" Chen Huixian was stunned for a moment and pointed at himself. How could this usually cold and arrogant guy suddenly say hello to him?

"Who else isn't you? Why don't you go!"

Bai Lingxuan seemed a little unhappy and had a bad tone.

With the envious and sympathetic eyes of other male servants, Chen Huixian left the team and walked towards the place opposite the lake.

Chen Huixian walked over and felt a sense of familiarity immediately. He picked up the light blue silk and gently touched it and found the bronze mirror wrapped in it, as well as an open note with three words and a painting written on it: Return it to you, (ˇ╮ˇ).

Chen Huixian smiled silently and took away the note, but the bronze mirror was still left. The things he gave were not as good as going back.

Although, this thing was transformed by his mind and spirit...!

He handed the long silk to Bai Lingxuan, and Bai Lingxuan's face changed and he glanced at Chen Huixian proudly, but the corners of his eyes could not hide his smile.

This bronze mirror is really good. She likes it very much, but after all, it is not her own. After many struggles, she decided to give it back to Chen Huixian.

So, Bai Lingxuan was reluctant to leave and his tone shrank a little.

Until Chen Huixian left Linglongyuan, neither of them communicated again.

After leaving Linglongyuan, the dozen male servants who were with Chen Huixian could not control their emotions immediately. They looked at Chen Huixian enviously, talking nonsense: "Jiang Zhe, you are in great luck today, and you have touched Fairy Ling Xuan's long silk!"

"That's right, that's right, I was by your side before, why didn't I choose?"

"Do you think Fairy Ling Xuan is interested in Jiang Zhe?"

As soon as the last joke was spoken, it was immediately besieged.

"Get out, Wang Teng, do you want to be beaten? Can you insult Fairy Ling Xuan?"

"That's it! You guy want to die, right?"

Chen Huixian's ears exploded as he heard this. These brainless fans were really crazy when they talked about Bai Lingxuan. Seeing that they were getting more and more intense, Chen Huixian was afraid that these people would have a melee, so he quickly shouted: "Okay, don't say anything, but just just called someone to pick up something. As for? Let's go, let's go!"

At this time, several other people with mild tempers also saw their companions' tone getting more and more violent, so they quickly helped to stop it, and a storm disappeared.

This time, Chen Huixian saw Bai Lingxuan's popularity. As the other party became the son of luck, he had its own halo, and it was extremely charming. With the addition of luck, he swept across thousands of troops.

At night, after the performance, Bai Lingxuan stayed alone in the room. She sat on the bed holding a bronze mirror, thinking in a daze.

What does he mean? Is it interesting to me? If I want to become a fairy, how can I be entangled in the world? Moreover, my mother and the others have not yet avenged their revenge, how can I talk about love? But this bronze mirror is so beautiful and exquisite, it must be his heirloom, right? Maybe it is a token of love. What if he had entangled me? If I had known that I wouldn't say that kind of thing at that time, he wouldn't want to go back now!

Bai Lingxuan grabbed his hair irritably, looked at the radiant face in the bronze mirror, and murmured to himself: "Bronze mirror, bronze mirror, do you think that if that prodigal son entangled me, what should I do?"

At this moment, a magical scene appeared, and the face in Bai Lingxuan's bronze mirror disappeared, and a line of words appeared on the mirror.

"Don't worry, he won't bother you, he wishes to stay away from you!"

Looking at the words in the bronze mirror, Bai Lingxuan's heart stopped for a second. In the blink of an eye, her heart pounded and she almost threw away the bronze mirror with a trembling hand.

"Don't lose it, I'll go to bed if you lose it!"

Seeing the lines of words on the bronze mirror, Bai Lingxuan really didn't hold them tightly. When he shook his hand, the bronze mirror was thrown into the air.

She woke up immediately and thought of something and rushed to pick up the bronze mirror. She finally did not let the bronze mirror fall down.

"Who are you? You can't be a magic weapon, don't lie to me!" Bai Lingxuan looked at the bronze mirror nervously. For some reason, she felt a wonderful feeling, and always felt that she would experience something different.

"I'm just an unlucky person!"

Well, there is nothing wrong with this. Chen Huixian felt that he was just an unlucky guy who pretended to be the golden finger grandfather.

These days, Chen Huixian communicated with the Heavenly Dao through the Jade Plate of Creation, and understood his mission. He felt that he was just an unlucky person.

Not only did he become the son of Bai Lingxuan's Qiluo, but he also had to help the other party practice. The most important thing is that Qiluo's salary does not seem to be too much, and this heaven is too stingy.

Of course, if Xingchenzi outside the sky knew this idea, he might swing his 18,000-pound iron fist and teach him what it means to grow grass on the grave one foot high.

Is luck important? Luck can be compared to the Taoist tradition. The battle between Taoist traditions has been a life-and-death war since ancient times. In addition to pursuing the great way, what else can cultivators care more about than promoting their own Taoist traditions?

"Unfortunate? I know what urging is?"

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Chapter completed!