615, I'm just passing by, not a suspicious person.

The lobster was eaten, but Xin Chen preferred the spicy taste even more, and there wasn't any Qingdao beer either.

"As a cultivator, you're really a disgrace to the Dao, just look at Xiuling, look at Qing Yuzi, which one of them isn't pure and desires little, which one doesn't live a secluded life."

"Am I not living a secluded enough life?"

Faced with Mengxiong's questioning, Xin Chen was puzzled. People almost thought he had died already; he often didn't leave the house for months at a time, was very reclusive, and his favorite thing was the lounge chair at home, which he had worn smooth from lying in it so much. He had broken three phones, and during his laziest times even moved twenty boxes of self-heating rations from the storeroom. A once breathtaking Sword Immortal had made himself a ghost of a man.