This Evil One Is From the Immortal Realm

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He wasn't a pocket man, he just had a disease when he was five years old, and since then he has been so powerful that his body has stopped growing.

“So...” Night Xuan nodded, this little guy's body is special, is a rare spirit fetus, if in the fairy world, the doorman will definitely fight blood flow!

However, the use of such a body is a disaster in the modern era, which lacks the courage to cultivate it.

This typhoid body will automatically absorb the spiritual forces between heaven and earth, and if it is not properly guided or cultivated, these spiritual forces that are absorbed autonomously will become a reminder!

“It's a miracle you survived!” Night Xuan couldn't help but sigh.

Da Qiang glanced at Night Xuan in surprise, “Do you... know what's going on with my body? ”

He had a strong feeling that the teenager in front of him was likely the one who would change his future destiny!

Night Xuan placed his hands behind his back and touched his chin with one hand. If he could lead the way to practice by the age of twenty, the kid's mildew might change.

“How old are you? ”

Daqiang watched Night Xuan move with one hand behind his back, obviously it looked very unwieldy, but he also felt very normal, as if he were a fairy fairy of the fairy wind, standing in front of himself...

“Eighteen!” Strong and briefly stunned, he replied.

Night Xuan nodded when he heard the words, “It's not too late! ”

What do you mean, it's not too late? He just wanted to ask, sudden phone rings, especially at this quiet moment.

The yellow hair with the tiger head tattoo also frightened himself, pulled out the phone and looked even harder for a moment.

“Pick it up!" Night Xuan said faintly.

“…” Yellow hair hands trembled, looked at Night Xuan morning in awe, pressed the answer key, and opened the hands-free under the indication of Night Xuan morning.

“Well, did you get rid of that kid's hand? ”

Yang Yi Fan's cold voice came out of the phone!

The yellow hair was bitter and I looked at Night Xuan in awe and didn't know how to answer.

He knew he would not take this job. This is a thick iron plate. He had long forgotten about the scrap hand. Now he only wants these people to go back safely!!!

“Hello?” Yang Yifen fed after not hearing a sound for half a day: “Don't worry, as long as you get rid of that little bastard's hand, make this young master happy, the price will satisfy you. ”

Yellow hair: "…” is no longer a matter of price!

Night Xuan snagged his lip corner and he walked up to yellow hair, which immediately gave him his phone like a hot potato.

“Tsk... Young Master Ben doesn't know, I'm really happy that someone has been thinking about me so much!” Night Xuan gathered her phone to her lips and smiled softly.

Yang on the other side of the phone changed his face, as if a pair of eyes suddenly opened behind him, his whole body of sweat instantly stood up!

“Night... Night Xuan morning, you...”

Why is he answering the phone?

“Oh... Young Six Major, are you really not tired of playing with this indiscriminate technique for so many years?” Night Xuan morning has a very puzzling tone.

Yang Yifen's face is even uglier. What Night Xuan means is... does he know all the things he did before?

How is this possible?

“But this time it's a bit smarter, knowing to invite outsiders...” Night Xuan added.