The atmosphere in the reception hall of the City Lord's Mansion was somewhat awkward.

Yesterday, Zheng Weiqi turned into a domineering CEO in a second under the spell, and actually made Jiang Si, who was a real domineering CEO, speechless.

He Zhizhou led the doctor to them, but he didn't expect that Zheng Weiqi's spell had not yet passed, and she slapped his hand away, raised her eyebrows and sneered: "I allowed you to touch him, huh? This hand, do you want to chop it off yourself or do I do it?"

The doctor was silent for a moment with a horrified look on his face, and whispered in his ear: "How long has her symptoms lasted?"

In short, Zheng Weiqi was finally tied up and carried away, and the farce was finally declared over.

After she regained consciousness, she swore that she would never see Jiang Si again. However, today, the sect leader, Tian Xianzi and Zhen Xiao Jianzun came together. Although she was extremely reluctant, she had to go to the reception hall to meet them.

"It was thanks to these young heroes that Jialan City was saved from danger."

Putting aside the stupid remarks in private, Jiang Si was still very presentable in public.

A wide black robe outlines a calm and indifferent aura around him. He wears a light fur coat and a slow belt, and his voice is as mellow as wine, with the unique dignity of a child from an aristocratic family: "Jiang is very grateful."

The head of the sect, Ji Yunkai, who still looks like a child, smiled lightly. Due to his short height, he was lying on the table and trying to reach a teapot with his hands forward: "Young City Lord, there is no need to thank you. It is the duty of the disciples of the Xuanxu Sword Sect to exorcise demons, not to mention that the matter of the Demon Lord is of great importance. We must not take it lightly."

Zhen Xiao, who was sitting next to him, glanced at him indifferently, and calmly moved the teapot closer to Ji Yunkai: "Not bad. Young City Lord doesn't know that after the war between immortals and demons, although the demons suffered heavy losses and disappeared, there are still remnants who are trying to make a comeback and cause death to all living beings. Recently, demonic energy has appeared in various places from time to time. If Xuanye is let go, I'm afraid there will be another bloody storm."

"Galan has fallen for three hundred years, and the demons in the city are like frogs at the bottom of a well. " Jiang Si sighed:

"I guess the righteous path also suffered heavy losses in the war between immortals and demons."

Zheng Weiqi muttered quietly: "You also know that you are an old antique."

She deliberately lowered her voice, but was still glanced at by Jiang Si indifferently. The eldest sister of Xuanxu Sword Sect was never willing to be at a disadvantage, so she widened her eyes even wider and glared back with great momentum.

"That's right."

Tian Xianzi rarely smiled and drank his tea: "There were three great sword masters. Sect Leader He has become what he is now; Wen Hemian has lost all his cultivation and is hiding in the valley, unwilling to come out; as for the one from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect... his soul and body have been destroyed, not even his body is left."

"Okay, okay, today the young disciples have finally made a great contribution, why are we old antiques so sad?"

Ji Yunkai smiled, and although his voice was as childish as a child, every word revealed a sense of oppression that could not be questioned: "I heard that Pei Ji severely injured the Demon Lord, I wonder how the child is doing?"

Ning Ning replied softly: "He has woken up and is recuperating in the clinic."

"Elder Meng Qing has made an indelible contribution to our victory this time."

Tian Xianzi offered a cup of tea to the white-haired old man sitting beside him: "You have been lying on straw and hiding beside Xuanye for many years, and have worked hard to save Jialan City from danger. I really admire you."

Meng Qing shook his head and said: "The Meng family has been loyal to Jialan City for generations, and I can't let my ancestors down. Thanks to the plan set by the young city lord, Jialan City was not destroyed by the hands of the demon cultivators."

His tone was humble, and there was no big ups and downs. Meng Jiaqi, who was sitting next to Meng Qing, felt a sore nose and took a deep breath.

Lurking beside Xuanye not only meant that the moody demon king might take his life at any time, but also had to endure the disgust and abuse from the demons in the whole city.

At first, she thought her father had betrayed Jialan, and she was so angry that she cursed and bluntly severed the father-daughter relationship. Now thinking about it, it seems like a dream.

This game that has lasted for more than three hundred years has cost everyone a lot.

"I have a clear conscience. The only person I feel sorry for is this daughter at home."

Meng Qing said with a long sigh: "Jiaqi suffered a lot, but I couldn't be with her."

Ji Yun smiled and said: "The battle with Xuanye is also a contribution to Ling Qianjin and this Mr. Qin. Your daughter is so righteous, Elder Meng should be happy."

Qin Chuan, who was called inexplicably, was at a loss. He raised his head in a daze, and his rough face covered with flesh was full of innocent confusion.

He just sat there in a daze for a while, and then he remembered something and seemed to be interested: "Are you all elders of the Xuanxu Sword Sect? I wonder if Zhenxiao Sword Master is among them?"

Oh, could this be a little fan?

Tianxianzi chuckled and glanced at his senior brother inconspicuously. Zhenxiao

has a cold personality, but whenever he meets a junior who admires him, he would flatter him with a lot of flattery, which would often make the cold-hearted Sword Master blush and feel embarrassed as never before.

As a close junior brother, he would of course take the opportunity to tease him.

"It's a pity that the True Sky Sword Master is busy and can't come today."

Tian Xianzi narrowed his eyes, like a fox with evil intentions: "Why, do you really want to see him?"

The tall middle-aged strong man not far away was slightly stunned, and then nodded desperately: "I want to see the long dragon of the True Sky Sword Master!"

Zheng Weiqi spit out the water she had just drunk.

She had a vague feeling that she might lose half her life today.

"Long, long dragon?"

Tian Xianzi never expected to hear such a word, and his mouth twitched: "What is this 'long dragon' you are talking about?"

Qin Chuan was serious, which made Tian Xianzi look like the one with evil intentions. However, when the former continued to speak in a simple and honest manner, even Ji Yunkai almost spit out a mouthful of tea.

Qin Chuan didn't think twice and blurted out: "It's the one he often uses to stab female disciples."

What kind of lewd words are these.

The whole room was shocked. Meng Jiaqi covered her face with her hands expressionlessly. Ning Ning and He Zhizhou looked at each other, feeling hopeless.

The culprit Zheng Weiqi smiled bitterly, her eyes full of sorrow: "Haha, what are you talking about Qin Chuan? Children's words are innocent, children's words are innocent. Chuan'er, stop talking, let's drink tea."

Who knew that Zhen Xiao's face was gloomy, and he pressed on step by step: "No, continue - why would Zhen Xiao Sword Master stab a female disciple for no reason?"

"That I don't know."

How could Qin Chuan understand the love stories in books? He frowned in distress: "But Zhenxiao Sword Master is very powerful! When I was reading the storybook, it wrote that he 'drove the long dragon, nine shallow and one deep', 'ice and fire, causing the female disciples to gasp for breath', it sounds like a very powerful swordsmanship!"

After a pause, he hesitated and said: "But every time the female disciples practice sword with him, they are so pitiful. They are always pierced by the long dragon and are in so much pain that they have no strength. They keep begging for mercy but he won't listen. Are sword practitioners so ruthless when practicing sword?"

Tian Xianzi really couldn't help it. The corners of his mouth twitched and raised into a crazy arc.

Zhenxiao seemed to understand something and smiled coldly: "Oh? What else do you know about Zhenxiao Sword Master?"

"You admire him too?"

Qin Chuan grinned innocently: "I've read the book and know him very well - I also know the Zhenxiao Sword Master's mantra!"

Mantra, mantra, mantra.

Zheng Weiqi's expression management was out of control, and her whole face was like a kneaded dough, messy and miserable.

No -! Qin - Chuan -!

Even many years later, Qin Chuan could not forget the scene in the reception hall of the City Lord's Mansion that day.

The elders of the Xuanxu Sword Sect were hesitant to speak, and the young disciples on the other side covered their eyes and ears, not listening or looking. The atmosphere was solemn and sad, as if there was a funeral.

The middle-aged man at the center of the storm opened his lips slightly, imitating the evil and cold appearance of the male protagonist in the storybook, and roared out the words that he had treasured in his heart for a long time in a tone like chopping meat -

"Now I will let you know whether I am a man or not! Uh, roar!"

That inexplicable roar is definitely the essence.

He will always remember that every time he finished practicing swordsmanship, it was announced with a roar from the True Sky Sword Master. How domineering, how passionate, how manly.

This is the call of the heart and the dedication of love.

The whole room was silent, and I don't know who laughed out loud.

Qin Chuansi didn't notice the darkening faces of the crowd, and said, "If you want to know the specific content, you can borrow books from Sister Zheng. She is very generous."

Danger, Zheng Weiqi, danger.

Zhen Xiao looked indifferent, and with a flick of his fingertips, Zheng Weiqi's storage bag flew directly into his hand. However, with a slight shake, several books with goose yellow covers fell out of it.

"Bloodthirsty Danger: The Crazy Favor of Elder Tianxian", "Cute Baby Attack: The Master is Too Difficult to Deal With", "I Betrayed the Tathagata and You: Two or Three Things Between My Mother and Master Mingkong".

Each one is more eye-catching than the other, and each one is more destructive to the world view.

Especially the last book, "A Few Things About My Mother and Master Mingkong", the title alone makes one feel heartbroken, even the Buddha would shed tears.

Zhenxiao picked up the last book that fell to the ground with a blank expression.

There was only one line of words written on the cover.

"After Being Proposed to by Zhenxiao Sword Master and Elder Tianxian at the Same Time".

There was also a brief introduction at the end:

[He, bloodthirsty and ruthless, with peerless beauty, but he pressed her against the wall: "Woman, I don't mind playing a taboo game with you."

He, unrestrained and unrestrained, handsome and unparalleled, but he held her hand with red eyes: "Three thousand weak waters, only take one scoop."

When she met him and him, she was destined to have nowhere to escape in the whirlpool of love.

Tired of the world, tears have been shed, who became whose calamity, and who was whose fate. She smiled lightly and said, "Only children make choices. I want to eat the rice covered by my brothers!"

God damn, my brothers. Zhen

Xiao: "Ha."

This guy is not good at laughing.

But the laughter at this moment is extremely clear, like a sudden explosion. To use the words in the book, it is 60% cold, 30% joking, and 10% of murderous intent.

In short, it feels like a murderous laugh, and the kind of five horses torn into pieces.

Zheng Weiqi knew that something was wrong, and wanted to struggle and say, "Uncle Master, please listen to my explanation."

But in a moment of anxiety, she blurted out the truth: "Uncle Master, please listen to my excuse!"

When it comes to courting death, she has always been good at it.

As soon as these words came out, the scene fell into a rather quiet silence, which made the child's already precarious situation even worse.

- As the saying goes, it is often the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Weiqi didn't believe it, and personally brought an elephant and smashed it directly on the camel.

There was no chance of survival, it was gone immediately.

He Zhizhou was silent for a long time, and with a sad face, he lowered his voice: "Senior sister, remember to keep smiling, so that you won't have too much resentment when you die."

Ning Ning was heartbroken and covered her face with her hands: "Don't be afraid, senior sister, we are fellow disciples with deep friendship, we will help you."

Ning Ning is still reliable!

Zheng Weiqi was just about to listen to her plan, but she heard the little girl's faint whisper in her ear: "Do you want gold ingots or paper money? Don't be polite, it's the last time anyway, so I'll give you something."

... Shut up, fellow pigs!

Tian Xianzi held back his laughter and sighed: "Senior brother."

Zheng Weiqi was indeed his longest-serving disciple, his eyes darkened, and he blurted out the next sentence: "Don't beat the child to death, just save his life."

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The reception hall over there was in chaos, and the clinic seemed much quieter.

Many demons in Jialan City had just woken up, and the female doctor and the doctor rushed back and forth in each house, leaving only Pei Ji on the bed in the clinic.

He usually read books or practiced swordplay, and there seemed to be no other way to entertain himself.

Now that he had nothing to do, he took a quick look around the clinic and set his sights on "365 Days with Zhenxiao Sword Master" left by Ningning.

He had heard them mention this book before, and Pei Ji was confused. He only felt that the plot was weird and the character's personality was completely inconsistent with Zhenxiao Sword Master. As for the sword techniques mentioned in it -

by the way, he had to ask his master for advice when he was free, and then practice with his senior sister as agreed.

When he thought of Ningning, his originally calm heart became a little more restless for no reason, as if there was an invisible and intangible flame burning on his heart recklessly.

Pei Ji couldn't explain what this feeling was, and frowned silently.

He had nothing to do, and was very curious about the "Rain and Wind Sword Technique", so he put a fruit-flavored candy in his mouth, endured the pain and stood up, intending to pick up the book from the wooden table and read it.

"Stop, stop, stop! Don't go over there!"

For some reason, Chengying, who had been quiet, suddenly screamed, as if he realized that his reaction was too intense. After a light cough, he smiled awkwardly: "Well, your wound hasn't healed yet, so you can't move around. You can read that book anytime in the future, why bother so much - Hey! Pei Ji, you little bastard! Why don't you listen!"

Pei Ji ignored it, walked straight to the wooden table, took the book and sat back on the bed.

Chengying was as quiet as a chicken.

Finally, he spoke without warning, like a dying fish jumping back and forth in its final struggle: "This is just an ordinary female-oriented storybook, what's so good about it? Are you still interested in the grievances and love affairs of the elders? Don't read it, it's a waste of time."

Pei Ji has had a strong rebellious heart since he was a child. Cheng Ying urged him not to read it, but he insisted on opening the book to find out.

The young man's slender white knuckles fell on the cool paper pages and gently opened the first page.

The drooping long eyelashes shook off a silent shadow. Pei Ji looked at it expressionlessly, and his eyes couldn't help but become dimmer and dimmer.

——The plot in this book is not right no matter how you look at it.