Chapter 1687: The story of a clay doll cultivating immortality (22)

Chapter 1687: The story of a clay doll cultivating immortality (22)

Chapter 1687 The story of a clay doll cultivating immortality (22)

Liu Shujing doesn't think Qian Yan is a bad person. If he were a bad person, the other party wouldn't be so polite.

Qianyan responded: I can hear it.

She responded to me, she responded to me.

Oh my God, Mud Dumpling can actually understand our communication.

At any rate, he is a spirit made from clay, and he is still the clay immortal worshiped by those outside. He also has a temple to live in, so its not surprising that he can hear it.

Ni Xian, I heard that you are very spiritual, is it true?

The young man who had been silent for a long time saw that the topic of these willow tree spirits was diverted to other places, and he quickly spoke up: "Fellow Taoist Mud Immortal."

Qian Yan: Yeah.

They have just become sperms a few years ago. They have no bad intentions and are very simple in temperament. They are curious about everything, understand nothing, and are not very good at talking. Dont blame them.

Tell me your name and I wont blame them. Qian Yan leaned against the tree trunk and asked slowly.

Liu Yushu was so happy that the tree trunk shook wildly, like sifting chaff.

Liu Yuhuai couldn't help but said: "Liu Yushu, please take it easy. There is no wind now. People walking at night will be frightened if they see you shaking."

"Okay, sir, I'm just a little happy. I'm very happy to have friends from far away..."

Liu Yuhuai: "..." I really have the problem of chewing words.

A cultured willow tree.

"Hello, Sister Nixian. My name is Liu Yuxing. I am a little girl. There is an apricot tree growing opposite me. I like to stare at the beautiful apricots. I also hope that one day I can transform and pick some apricots to try. .Do you see me? The almond tree is facing me."

Qian Yan found Liu Yuxing's body and said, "I saw you."

Liu Yuxing was very happy and fiddled with the willow branches towards Qian Yan. Under Qian Yan's attention, she bent a willow branch, and the softest and slender part of the willow branch was quickly woven into a ring. The ring fell off the willow tree and was sent to Qianyan from another willow branch.

Give it to you.

Qianyan took the ring made of willow branches and put it on her head. The size was just right: "Thank you."

Youre welcome, youre welcome, this is the first time I have made friends outside the willow tree. Liu Yuxing said happily.