The moment Li Xuan was about to walk by Qing Xuzi, he suddenly rushed over and hugged his thigh: "Dad! You said you were going to the town to buy oranges, but it took you eighteen years!"
The whole place was dead silent.
There was a crack in Qing Xuzi's perfect expression, and a rapid prompt sounded in Li Xuan's mind:
Dip! Target mental activity is being captured...]
[Qing Xuzi's heart: What's going on with this generation of disciples? Isn't this part in the script? My character who has been in seclusion for hundreds of years is about to collapse... Wait a minute, why does he know that I secretly eat oranges?
The elder's sleeves were trembling slightly, and Li Xuan took the opportunity to take out the truth spray, pretending to wipe away tears but actually pressing the nozzle. The colorless and odorless mist dispersed, and Qing Xuzi's eyes suddenly widened.
"Nonsense! I obviously did it to avoid the finale of "The Legend of My Son-in-Law"..." He covered his mouth as soon as the words came out, but it was already too late.
Li Xuan took advantage of the victory and pursued him: "So you have been in seclusion for hundreds of years just to catch up?"
