Qin Yu still gave Fang Yourong's soul and spirit to the fifth sword feather, but it was not said that he trusted the latter, because he knew that he was not suitable to raise his soul at the moment.

People targeted by all parties are also embarrassed to do something big. They cannot overestimate themselves or underestimate others. This is Qin Yu's deep reflection on the death of Fang Yourong since this mistake.

So after you noticed that Fang Yourong's soul was at the fifth sword Ling, you thought about using Wuque's power to resurrect her?

The Golden Wall knows Qin Yu so well, and he knows the elegant meaning when he hears the strings and songs, so he guesses.

Qin Yu: "If I know everything, it would be correct to make such a choice, but I am not. I can only test it first. If I don't fight, how can I know the depth of my senior brother's foundation, and how can I know the truth of this Wuque?"

Then you know now?

Qin Yu: "I don't know it completely, but at least I can know that it is sure to let Fang Yourong live again."

Only those who have tolerance are not ordinary people. If they have foundation and ability, they must make arrangements.

Qin Yu was relieved and gave up his soul. He gave up the last floor of "entry" assessment. In the battle with the demon clan, all tall men were fighting, and the situation of the Ye clan's family was already determined to be dead.

After she is relieved, she will recover from her injuries.

There are more than 100 points between "admission to the hall" and "entering the room", and there are still seven days left.

Qin Yu handed over his soul on the third day, and was visited by the guests that afternoon.

Generally speaking, outsiders probably know that she is seriously injured. It is unknown whether she believes it or not. However, it is not easy to visit her when she is seriously injured. Do you see Lin Daiyu’s illness?

But he still came to the door, is it unethical?

No, the other party has a special identity and it is difficult to stop someone who has no doubts.

"who?"

"The Yellow-robed Taoist and the Lord of Xiaoxiang Yeyu City will follow you if you see him."

The fifth sword Ling also sent a voice to ask, "If you don't see me, I will tell them that you are almost dead and you can refuse."

Qin Yu: "Then I'd better meet you."

As soon as the yellow-robed Taoist and Han Hai Chaoyi entered the door, they saw a person sitting in the sunny tea room.

Weak and white, but our eyebrows and eyes are very bright and elegant, making people feel full of favor when they look at it.

I thought I would meet a junior sister who was intoxicated by sadness, but I didn't.

The yellow-robed Taoist, holding the steadfast of his predecessor, came forward to greet him with a warm heart, and stopped Qin Yu from getting up and saluting. He spontaneously stepped forward and sat down, and called Hanhai Chaoyi.

Each of them has different Taoist practices and different Taoist styles. Not all practitioners like to follow bad rules.

Although Wuque's rules are quite heavy and elegant and well-behaved in the world, this yellow-robed Taoist took the initiative to not hold on to Qin Yu's body so that the other party would not be able to see him.

"Hey, they are all their own family. Don't be polite, come and sit down at Yi."

Hanhai glanced at Yi with cold eyes, sat down, looked at Qin Yu's body and face, and his eyes were filled with luster. He lowered his eyes and looked at the other party's hand to pour tea. After a pause, Hanhai reached out to Yi and picked up the teapot burning on the stove before Qin Yu.

"Miss Qingqiu is seriously injured, so it's better to rest."

Qin Yu pursed his lips and kept the corners of his lips moderately soft, "Actually, it's okay, it's okay to pour some tea for you guys."

The Taoist of the Yellow Robe: "My friend Qingqiu, you are so talented that you cannot participate in the final assessment, which is a pity."

He praised him abruptly, but he didn't feel disgusted.

After all, it's a praise.

As a result, this elegant girl.

"Give the young people below a little chance."

The Taoist in the yellow robe paused, put his lower robe together, and asked seriously: "It's not just the girl Qingqiu who is now practicing?"

He must have heard of it, and he wanted to confirm it at this time.

Before Qin Yu could answer, Han Hai glanced at Qin Yu at Yi, "It's twenty."

Only twenty? Sure enough, only twenty.

It's really awesome.

The yellow-robed Taoist touched his bald head and was about to express his feelings when the young girl Qingqiu raised her eyes, three points serious and seven points serious.

"The city lord sister actually knows?"

Is there anything I can't know? Don't this woman know how many times she has checked her?

Even though I know I still cheated so much, it doesn’t seem like I was deliberately making fun of it, so there are no pitfalls...

Hanhai suddenly felt a thump in his heart, and he was alert and glanced at the yellow-robed Taoist to change the subject, but the big bald man had a big voice.

"Hey? Didn't you say you are not familiar with this Qingqiu friend? I want to drag you to visit me. You said you are not familiar with others and it is inconvenient to come. Turning around, you know how long it takes for someone to practice..."

The yellow-robed Taoist was careless, Han Hai Chaoyi's expression was cold, and his eyes looked at the yellow-robed Taoist, which made the old Taoist look creepy.

Qin Yu smiled, as if he was kind to help him. "Actually, the city lord sister probably remembered it wrongly. What she said outside was nineteen years."

The Taoist in the Yellow Robe: "Oh, did you remember the wrong thing?"

Qin Yu: "Actually, it's not wrong. In the past nineteen years, it's been twenty years since the time I spent with the city lord's sister in Yeyu City."

The Taoist in the yellow robe suddenly realized and turned to look at Hanhai Chaoyi, "Oh, are you still counting your life?"

Hanhai glanced at Yi and stuffed a pure and honest bald girl with a very dignified and gentle young sister into her eyes.

Two bitches, no one else.

The Golden Wall silently translates the voice of the city lord and the beauty.

Then, in front of the two, she threw several of the bitterest and most astringent fairy lemon fruits into the teapot.

Stewed with tea.

She is serious.

Both of them hopped hard.

Wait, should I drink this or not?

Golden Wall sent a row of WeChat versions of fake smiles.

The two of them still drank.

The Taoist in the Yellow Robe: I am afraid that I will not be able to leave this door if I don’t drink it.

Qin Yu: If you don’t drink, you are afraid that others will hold me to death on the bed with a quilt.

With the indescribable bitterness, the Taoist in the yellow robe was also very patient and smiled bitterly, "Miss Qingqiu can get 3,400 points in the Nascent Soul stage and rank ninth. It's amazing!"

Is this awesome?

This is abnormal.

Is this big bald man here to test it?

Qin Yu's heart was bright and his face was quiet, "When he entered, he was very weak and he was probably timid, so he was lucky. He caught two or three times and killed someone and seized the treasure."

This is strange, a bit polite and modest, and a bit erratic and ruthless.

The yellow-robed Taoist smiled even more obvious, "Awesome."

Qin Yu: "You are kind."

Hanhai looked at Yi coldly at the big and small, and took out some fruit snacks. Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and the chubby Jiaoyao ran over, jumped onto the tea table, nested in Qin Yu's arms, rolled around before slashing the small desk. Baba saw the snacks on it, his eyes dripping around.

That little look...

The Taoist in the yellow robe looked at it, thinking, but smiled, "What a cute cat, do you eat?"
Chapter completed!