Feeling a chill on her neck, Chaoyan was horrified. What the hell is this? Is he going to kill me?

"Speak nicely and put away your sword, okay?" Although Chao Yan liked beauty, she was more afraid of death. She didn't like this cold swordsman in front of her.

"Hmph," the white-haired man snorted coldly. The little black man's cultivation was very ordinary in his eyes.

It shouldn't be someone who comes to kill him.

"Can you let me take a shower? I can't stand it anymore," Chaoyan was devastated. She couldn't bear to look at her in this horrible state. She refused to admit that this was her.

White-haired man, what is this ugly little black man talking about? Is there anything wrong with his ears?

Now she is about to die, and she asks to take a shower first?

The white-haired man was already complaining in his mind.

"wash!"

Chao Yan was speechless. "No way, no way, you don't want to watch me take a shower!"

"You," the white-haired man turned his back.

[Host, do you know who he is?]

[who?]

[The protagonist's master is over five hundred years old.]

[Ah, I can't tell, I can't tell, you actually look older than me. Guess how many thousand years old I am!]

[Ahem, I don’t know, I don’t know.] The desire to survive in the reproductive system saved my life.

It's okay to ask a girl's age, no matter how old she is.

Chaoyan rolled her eyes. This person had strong luck, but forget it, he was just a swordsman.

Looking back, I was chased by the entire sword cultivation sect and almost got trampled to death.

But later on, the spiritual energy became less and less, and there were no more demons, fairies and the like.

She didn't know why. It had been so long that she couldn't remember clearly.

After cleaning herself up, Chaoyan was satisfied. The original owner's face was still very good.

But because she entered this body, her facial features will slowly change.

Hearing the sound of water coming on, the white-haired man turned around and met a pair of big watery eyes that seemed to be able to speak.