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Xin Lin widened his eyes and looked at the old man.
He should be very old and exudes a desolate aura all over his body.
If it weren’t for his breath, Xin Lin really thought he was a living dead person.
This person is Fengdong’s hometown.
When others see him, they are very respectful.
After Xin Lin was captured by the ghost soldiers, he was not panicked.
She looked calm and walked to the sandalwood table, poured tea on her own, and took a sip.
“It’s hard to drink.”
Xin Lin pushed the teacup with disgust on his face.
She grabbed another piece of pastry, ate it, and hurriedly spit out.
“Unless.”
The old man’s old face, full of pleated ones, couldn’t help but tremble.
No one has ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of him.
When the juniors in Fengdong saw him, the one who was not the elders and the elders were short, they didn’t even dare to breathe. They didn’t look like Xin Lin, and they didn’t take him seriously at all.
The owner of the hometown wished he could slap him and throw this ungrateful thing out.
But he endured it.
“What you said just now is that my tendons and veins are blocked…”
“It’s just an opening.”
Xin Lin said slowly.
“Be arrogant, I haven’t finished asking yet, who will allow you to speak!”
The old man scolded.
Which family of monkeys from this is that they dare to jump around in front of him.
Murong Ziyue is the same. Where did she meet such a friend!
“Okay, I’ll shut up.”
Xin Lin shrugged, too lazy to talk to him.
“I asked you, how do you know that my spiritual vein is blocked?”
“…”
Xin Lin took out a spiritual bun and started eating it on his own.
Although the bun was cold, the fragrance was still the same. The fragrance floated under the nose of the owner of his hometown, and his nose couldn’t help but move.