Chapter 270: of Magic Phone: Give away billions at the beginning Chapter 270 The flood really washed away the Dragon King Temple, and my family no longer recognized my family

"Ah...help..."

"Help..."

"don't want…"

"Don't nail me into the coffin..."

All the little Taoist priests in Qingyun Temple stood there, with ferocious faces and struggling bodies, as if they had entered another world.

In fact, this is just an illusion released by Yue Qiluo.

Every Taoist priest is struggling in the illusion of being locked in a coffin that Yue Qiluo once experienced.

They all have a paper figure attached to their body.

Qing Chenfeng was the only one present who did not fall into the illusion, but he was not feeling well either. His whole body was tense. Once his thoughts were scattered, he was likely to be pulled into the illusion by Yue Qiluo.

Sure enough, the title of great uncle is not a gimmick.

There is currently no Taoist priest in Qingyun Temple who is Yue Qiluo's opponent.

Only one person is an exception.

It was Chuchenzi.

To be precise, this child who came out of the dust is not the child who came out of the dust.

He was wearing a white robe. He dusted the dust with his left hand and touched his goatee with his right hand, but he always felt that his beard was a lot shorter.

He was still used to stroking his once long gray beard, which made it even more enjoyable.

In his previous life, he was just a bastard who resold fake medicines. His name was quite good, Shang Qingtian.

Yes, he awakened his memory.

When he is reincarnated, even if the Qingyun Temple he worked so hard to establish will be destroyed at this moment.

So when he died, he left his own memory deep in the soul, and the memory followed the soul.

He didn't expect that it would be this girl who brought disaster to Qingyun Temple.

How could she not be familiar with this girl's face?

It's just that the girl now seems to be younger and more beautiful than the two girls before.

"Aunt Qingluan, wait... let go of my disciples..."

Seeing the familiar face of the girl, Chuchenzi, no, it should be Shang Qingtian now, Shang Qingtian stretched out his right hand and shouted.

I thought to myself: If I call Wu Xin Uncle Xin, then I should call Liu Qingluan Aunt.

He couldn't tell whether the girl now was Liu Qingluan or Liu Xuanhu.

Because Liu Qingluan and Liu Xuanhu are twin sisters.

That's right, they are twin sisters, not twins. They look exactly the same, but have different personalities.

Because the Liu family had no male heirs at that time except for a silly little boy, Liu Xuanhu was raised as a boy since he was a child.

Cultivate Liu Xuanhu, obtain the first prize, and bring glory to the Liu family.

Fortunately, Liu Xuanhu was raised as a boy, otherwise it would have been embarrassing if Liu Qingluan was raised as a boy.

Why is it embarrassing?

That is, Liu Xuanhu is in an airport. If you don't look at her face carefully, you can't tell whether she is a boy or a girl.

It is in line with that sentence: the male rabbit's feet are twitching, the female rabbit's eyes are blurred, and the two rabbits are walking next to each other, how can they tell whether I am male or female?

But Liu Qingluan is completely the opposite. Big cows are not considered big cows, but small cows can still be called.

I understand everything.

It's just that the girl is covered in a long red dress, and it's impossible to tell whether the thing in front of her is an airport or a small cow.

Shang Qingtian had no choice but to call out a random name.

In his subconscious, he still felt that the girl now was Liu Qingluan.

"Shut up!"

"That's all if you don't call me uncle, what are you calling her for?"

Yue Qiluo cannot tolerate others calling her old.

The most important thing is that I am still eighteen years old.

There is a saying that goes well: eighteen years old.

Sure enough, no woman likes to be called old.

Fortunately, Shang Qingtian looks young now, otherwise if a gray-haired old man called her aunt, Yue Qiluo would probably have to use all the paper figures to greet Shang Qingtian.

"Misunderstanding...misunderstanding..."

Shang Qingtian has not only the memories of his previous life in his head, but also the memories of his current life.

There is a memory of the girl in front of me in my mind.

It turns out that this girl is the reincarnation. It is unknown whether she is Liu Qingluan or Liu Xuanhu. No wonder she doesn't recognize him.

Shang Qingtian also learned the ins and outs of the matter.

"Hey, let me go, what the hell did my disciples and disciples do? The flood really washed away the Dragon King Temple, and my family no longer recognizes my family!"

Shang Qingtian muttered and frowned, wanting to teach those people a lesson.

After only a hundred years, those people have long since returned to dust, and dust has returned to dust.