Listening to the little fairy's conversation, Yan Xiaomo felt helpless.
In fact, she also wanted to finish the matter in a low-key manner, but Master Mo Han didn't know what was going on in his mind.
He actually went to such trouble to hold a banquet to recruit disciples, and also invited many other gods.
"You don't know, that woman is still a mortal.
Although her marrow has been washed and she has immortal bones, her blood is still a lowly mortal blood donation.
This kind of person should not be left in the sky."
"I don't know why Master would accept a mortal.
Either one of us is better than that mortal, right?"
The two little fairies spoke without any scruples, and were not afraid that others would listen to what they said.
"Have you ever seen the skirt worn by a mortal woman?
It was a dress made by Fairy Liuguang in ancient times.
Later, after Fairy Liuguang died in the battle with the heavenly beast, the skirt disappeared, but she didn't expect that it would be in the hands of our master. " "Are you telling the truth that the flowing white dress is on that woman?"
The little fairy couldn't help but cover her mouth, with a surprised expression on her face.
"Can I still lie to you?
That skirt is not afraid of water or fire, and it is extremely comfortable to wear.
This is far inferior to ordinary fairy fabrics.
If I can wear it, I will die without regrets."
The two little fairies slowly walked away, and Yan Xiaomo stood up from behind the pillar.
She looked at her clothes again and found that they were really good.
Although I don’t know who Fairy Liuguang is, this dress is definitely very good and should be considered a priceless treasure.
Wearing such an expensive thing, Yan Xiaomo was really afraid of being stared at.
She would wait for a while to change out of the clothes and sell them to see how much they would be worth.
At this time, Mo Han, who was in the Fairy Mountain, was watching Yan Xiaomo's every move.
"What's wrong?
I've never seen you care so much about a young apprentice before."
Qing Mo lay leisurely on a white cloud with a faint smile between his eyebrows.
He was pouring wine while he was minding his own business.
Food was not necessary for the god, so he had nothing to do and drank some wine to pass the time.
"You don't understand."
Mo Han looked serious, with his hands behind his back.
There was no wave in his eyes that encompassed everything, and he was calm.
"I don't understand, I don't understand what you are doing now."
Qing Mo tasted the small wine, and the wine entered his throat.
There was no irritating feeling, but a slight bitterness.
Since he became a god, he seems to have never had the same feeling as before when he drank wine.
It is no longer so exciting and hot, leaving only a slight bitterness.
He is a god, so naturally he can never go back to the past.
"Did you know that she didn't feel the slightest bit when she was washing her marrow?
If it were an ordinary person, it would be so painful that she would lose half of her life."
Mo Han turned around and his calm eyes fell on Qing Mo.
Qing Mo frowned slightly, and surprise flashed in his eyes.
In all these years, he has never heard of anyone having marrow cleansing without pain.
"Is it a problem with the water?"
Qing Mo asked.
He felt that drinking was pointless, so he placed the cup in his hand on the table nearby.
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"There will be no problem with clear water in the pond."
Mo Han looked determined, Yan Xiaomo was originally a mortal, and it was impossible for a mortal to wash his marrow without pain.
"Could it be that the woman is the god, so I'm sorry, I forgot, the god's marrow cleansing also hurts." oshow7: