The ancestor looked at the little girl's expression, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded, humming.

Chu Ci:...

"Then I can pick up all the things."

This causality is much easier to judge. The ancestor nodded without thinking, "Well, then everything belongs to you."

Chu Ci: ...No, why is your theory more domineering and unreasonable than mine? ? ....Hey? No, I'm reasonable, I'm particularly reasonable.

Perceive the whiteness of Chu porcelain's psychology: I'm pooh!

Chu Ci blinked his big eyes, stretched out his soft voice, then raised his finger to his little head, and said inexplicably, "Are you here...something wrong?"

Is it possible to fall from the sky and stupid?

It shouldn't happen, right?

I heard that if he reached his level of cultivation, his physical strength should be very strong. How could he fall into a pit and be stupid.

Or is there something wrong with the Thunder Tribulation?

Chu Ci stepped down from the stage and walked to him again, tentatively raising his hand to poke him in the face.

Then he was stopped again.

The ancestor frowned slightly, his expression was still faint, but he could see that he was a little unhappy, "No problem."

Although he didn't communicate much with others, the ancestor knew that the little girl was scolding him for something wrong with his brain.

Since you said so...

Chu Ci flattened the corners of his lips, and pulled his hand back with a bit of strength.

"Don't you need to talk to your companions?"

Chu Ci blinked his big eyes, and finally gave a friendly reminder.

However, the key information of the guy in front of him was the same as he couldn't receive it. He seemed to be a little puzzled. His frizzy hair was slightly exploding, and his face still had the dust that Chu Ci had just painted on him.

Just looking at Chu Ci, "tell them what to do?"

In the old ancestor’s senses, he just got through a rather strange catastrophe, and the soul lamp in the immortal gate is not extinguished anyway, these people do whatever they should do, what he will do later, what can they tell them ?

The ancestor thought so naturally.

Chu Ci blinked his eyes, paused, and followed his train of thought for a moment. It felt there was nothing wrong, and he also nodded, and then the two started the tragic journey after the immortal disciple.

After listening to the conversation between the two, a clear tea white: You two are poisonous...

It's okay that the brain circuits are so aligned.

"Then you organize yourself first?"

Chu Ci blinked his eyes, tilted his head, "If you want to stay, you have to work."

In fact, there is only one issue that needs to be considered.

She will definitely stay with this person, but even if it is on the plane of cultivating immortals, eating is still a big deal, she still can't cook, this is also a big deal.

Bai Xingjian paused and thought about it. Although he had never cooked before, he felt the aura here, and then looked at the little girl in front of him who gave him an inexplicable sense of intimacy, and finally nodded.

A friendly consensus was reached, and both of them were satisfied. Chu Ci got up and started daily routine activities to water the ground.

And Linggu's newly appointed migrant worker got up from the bed and came to the little girl's dressing mirror.

Seeing this look before his eyes, he paused.

Then he raised his hand, wiped the dust on his cheeks, twisted the dust at the fingertips, and thought that the little girl's hand seemed to touch this position just now.