950: C950 A Little Bit Afraid to Drink Anymore

C950 A Little Bit Afraid to Drink Anymore

"?"

After Bai Yixuan reacted, he couldn't help but laugh, "Child, what did you say just now?"

Su Chen's expression didn't change when he heard that. He said with a smile, "New Year's Eve dinner, are you coming?"

"You know me?"

Bai Yixuan said after a moment of silence.

If she didn't know him, how could she say such words?

But why couldn't he remember that he knew this young man?

"You are a student of Linjiang University?"

Suddenly, there was a flash in Bai Yixuan's eyes. He asked with a smile, "No need, it's the new year soon. Coincidentally, there's no war at the border this time. You should go home and celebrate the new year!"

Now that he was this old, wouldn't he feel embarrassed to go to the student's home country for the new year?

He still wanted that old face of his!

"Then Senior, can you come to my house to eat on the first day of the new year? "Since the address is on the table, I'll leave first. I'll leave the wine with you."

After Su Chen said this, he turned around and left.

He was here to see 'his' teacher, so he couldn't forcefully kidnap him, could he?

That pot of wine was no ordinary wine.

It was worth 100,000 points and had the ability to help cultivator achieve enlightenment.

This time, he was going to treat it as a gift.

The scenes that Nangong Ruohan let him see, and thinking back to what happened between him and Ning Cai'er, he felt that he needed to repay her kindness.

For the current him, repaying kindness was a piece of cake.

If they ignored him, who knew what would happen in the future?

Not to mention that these people all had favors for him, they would help him no matter what, rather than helping an outsider.

What is it?

"This student is really …"

Bai Yixuan shook his head and smiled as he picked up the note Wu Tie left behind.

However, when he saw the address on the slip of paper, he immediately stood up with a pale face.

He had been to Pang Feng's villa many times before, so he naturally knew about it.

He would never forget the matter of Pang Feng exchanging his villa for a healing holy item. Such a favor was unforgettable!

Grandmaster, could it be that the person just now … Was it a grandmaster?

But why would the Grandmaster call him senior?

Isn't this a mess?

Why was he unable to react when such a thing happened?2

What was going on?

Now that he thought about it, when that grandmaster gave him the healing saint, he knew Pang Feng would give it to him.

In other words, the healing saint artifact was coming for him?

As for Pang Feng's villa?

That, I'm afraid, was along the way.

"Is he really a student of Linjiang University? Impossible, right? "

Looking at the slip of paper and the finely packaged wine jug, Bai Yixuan muttered to himself, "I also didn't hear that there was a Grandmaster in Linjiang University! This kind of mysterious method, only Great Grandmaster has such a method. "

If a grand master appeared in the Linjiang University, it would probably be publicized to everyone.

How many Grandmasters were there in China?

Since the Linjiang University had not been publicized, it meant that the great master's Linjiang University had not come out.

However, that attitude, why did it seem more and more strange the more he thought about it?

If one had to carefully think about it, there was even a hint of panic.

As a grandmaster, he came here to deliver fine wine and to invite himself to his home for New Year's Eve meal.

More importantly, he's calling me senior?

If one were to say that they were very familiar with this great grandmaster, then no matter what, he could only accept the title of senior.

Even if it was a Profound Heaven Stage Realm expert, he should still be able to stand up to a grandmaster of a villa.

There was no other reason but that he was his teacher.

But now, this stranger had caused him to panic in his heart, causing him to be dumbstruck.

This wine is really the best wine, but looking at it now, why don't I dare to drink it anymore …

pqdm.com