Quick Wear: The scumbag is on the prowl, beware

After dealing with these, Qi An and Fugui quietly returned to Tianxuan Sect to take a look.

After not seeing each other for a hundred years, the old sect leader has become more sage-like and his cultivation has improved a lot, but he just loves to curse people.

Whenever he had free time, he would curse those two heartless girls who only knew to send people to deliver things to him and didn't even know to come back to see his old man.

They have no conscience and are ungrateful. I am wasting my love on them.

The young man accompanying her was wearing a white shirt and had his hair tied up with a jade hairpin.

As for his cultivation level, you can tell by looking at the fact that he still looks young after a hundred years.

"Master, don't be angry. Azhen and Aran will send you back any good things they have. They are thinking of you."

"Hmph, stop trying to coax me. What does an old man like me need? I've already promised not to find a Taoist partner for them. You ungrateful bastard, why don't you come back to visit?"

"Haoran..." Ling Haoran's heart was filled with alarm and he was about to escape when he was caught by the old sect leader.

"When are you going to bring a wife back for your master? I think the girl we met last time was pretty good. She was pretty and talented."

Ling Haoran held his forehead with his hand: "Master..."

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything. I just know that I'm old, I'm disliked, and no one cares about me anymore."

Ling Haoran hurriedly coaxed the old child.

Suddenly the old patriarch looked determined, stroked his beard and looked around.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I heard wrong."

He seemed to hear someone calling him "old man" and then pulling his beard.

I thought it was Azhen and Aran who came back, but it turned out to be an illusion.

Humph, those two little bastards are so wild out there that they don’t even remember their old man.

Qi An and Fu Guiyin were looking at the old man in the air. Ata asked, "Aren't you going to see the old man before you leave?"

Fugui shook his head: "Let's not go. I'm not Ye Zhen. He will be able to see his real granddaughter soon."

Qi An said: "Well, soon, he will be able to see his two granddaughters, and this time, they will be fine."

See you later, Grandpa.

The Yueming Sword trembled anxiously in Qi An's hand. Qi An said with a smile, "I understand, little sword spirit. I'll go find your sister Xiaoran right away."

The smart and handsome young man smiled shyly, his eyes full of anticipation.

Empty space.

With tears in her eyes, Ye Ran bowed to Qi An and Fugui to express her gratitude.

Qi An held her arm and handed the Yueming Sword to her.

"Go and live your life again with someone who truly loves you."

Ye Ran nodded, grasped the Yueming Sword tightly and rubbed it against his face, and said softly: "Thank you, Yueming."

The little sword spirit blushed and stammered, "No... You're welcome, Sister Xiaoran, you can just call me Xiaoyue."

Ata started to make a noise: “Yoyoyoyo…”

Qi An and Fugui also had mysterious smiles on their faces.

Ye Ran turned around, raised his hand and waved to a few people, then strode out with his back straight.

The self-esteem and pride that were once taken away by Li Jianren have returned to her, and she deserves the title of the heroine.

The little sword spirit appeared, followed her, quietly held the corner of her clothes, and looked at her with admiration.

The moment Ye Ran's soul stepped out of the void space, the world line rapidly reversed and the gears of fate returned to the starting point.

A dilapidated mountain village, a poor farmyard, and a skinny girl.

Outside the door, an old man with a sage-like appearance was holding a little girl in pink clothes by the hand. When he saw the girl, his eyes instantly became wet.

"Girl, are you willing to follow Grandpa to cultivate immortality?"

"I am willing."

"Okay, okay, grandpa will give you a name, Ye Ran, and this is Ye Zhen. You two will be good sisters from now on."

"Thank you, Grandpa. I like this name."

Finally, the old man, holding a little girl in each hand, disappeared in the small mountain village.

This time, grandpa will definitely protect you.

The forbidden area of ​​Tianxuan Sect.

The Yueming Sword was still wrapped in the stone marrow, and the sleeping little sword spirit suddenly opened its eyes.

He felt the presence of Sister Xiaoran; she had come to Tianxuan Sect.

Sister, please come to me soon!

Xiaoyue is waiting for you! (End)

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In the busy shopping mall, the marble floor tiles are so clean that they can be used as mirrors.

The exquisitely decorated store displays a wide variety of merchandise, attracting customers' wallets.

Today happens to be the weekend, and young people have a rare chance to have a meal with friends, have a beauty treatment and a manicure with their girlfriends, and buy a few pieces of clothing.

Everything is so leisurely and harmonious.

Suddenly, the sound of a girl screaming and crying, as well as the crisp sound of a slap on the face, attracted the customers to rush over there.

In a women's clothing store.

The petite and slender girl was disheveled, one hand tightly covering her chest, the other hand covering her swollen cheek, tears streaming down her face.

In front of her was an old woman in her sixties, with a fat body, a sarcastic look, and a pair of inverted triangle eyes staring at her fiercely.

At this moment, his lips were moving up and down, saliva was spraying everywhere, and all kinds of genital-related dirty words were coming out.

"You bitch are just being pretentious. You're just a child. What's wrong with me touching you? How dare you hit my grandson?"

"Our family has been a single-line heir for three generations, and we only have this precious baby. If he gets hurt, can you afford to pay for it?"

The girl was so angry that she was shaking all over and crying, "He is sexually harassing me and is a hooligan."

The woman spat viciously, and the sour and foul breath made the girl unable to open her eyes. She kept throwing herself at the girl, and the young clerk couldn't stop her.

"Bah! Sexual harassment? You are a bitch. You deserve to be touched for wearing so little. I even said that you deliberately seduced my grandson and led the child astray."

The onlookers looked around but didn't see any naughty little boy.

Could it be that the kid did something bad and he was afraid and hid himself?

Tsk, just by looking at this old woman, you can tell what kind of upbringing that naughty kid has. Whoever runs into him will be unlucky.

"My eldest grandson is usually very well behaved, why did he touch you? You conscienceless little slut, you don't even let such a young child go, I will beat you to death."

The old woman rushed forward and grabbed the girl's hair and tore her clothes, acting like a typical shrew.

The girl was obviously inexperienced and looked like she had just started working. She was thin-skinned and was no match for the old woman who was used to doing housework all year round.

The small suspenders were torn off and couldn't fall off, the edge of her underwear was exposed, the girl screamed and protected her chest, begging her to stop.

The onlookers couldn't bear to watch it anymore and stepped forward to stop it. Several shop assistants pulled her arms apart and protected the girl behind them.

The girl hugged herself tightly, her spirit was on the verge of collapse.

After finally pulling them apart, the old woman yelled, "I don't know who dares to touch me. I have heart disease, diabetes, and high blood pressure. I can't blackmail you to death."

No one dared to reach out again.

We are all ordinary office workers who earn our money through hard work. How much money do we have to dare to fight with the coffin stuffing?

The old woman was as proud as a rooster that had won a battle, and she smiled lovingly at the person playing games on the sofa next to her:

"Come on, grandson, let's go home. Grandma will stew your pork elbow for you today."

The man raised his head impatiently and said impatiently: "Why are you rushing me, old man? You made me lose the game."

Everyone looked at the "child" the old woman mentioned in astonishment, with expressions of doubt on their faces.

You call this a kid?