In fact, it was the God who came in carrying the master.
Baihu was curious: "Master, is there anything abnormal with you?"
Jiang Yuanxi stretched out his arm and moved it: "Sleep, is there anything unusual?"
"That's okay." Baihu breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the Seven Abyss God did not attack his master.
Jiang Yuanxi didn't understand why they asked this.
However, she was fine, but she had a dream.
She actually dreamed that Qi Yuan kissed her.
Jiang Yuanxi immediately shook her head, thinking that it must be because she had been single for a million years and had never tasted the sweetness of love.
When this body grows up, I must take ten or eighteen husbands, changing one every day.
Get a taste of what love feels like.
After the issues in southern Xinjiang were resolved, Jiang Yuanxi set about preparing to return home.
In recent days, more and more refugees have returned, and the streets seem much busier than before.
Si Daiyou happily wandered around the shops.
"Fortunately, the climate in southern Xinjiang is mild, so we can still harvest a crop if we plant crops at this time." Unlike the north, it is so cold today that not even a single grass can grow.
Cheng An smiled and said, "This is all thanks to the young master."
"However, those guys in the heavens who were just sitting there doing nothing did a good thing by cleaning up the remaining Hanba."
Si Daiyou took a hairpin and put it on Cheng An's head.
"Cheng'an, what do your demon race look like?"
As a mortal, I am most curious about these things.
"It's full of smoke and miasma, just like the heaven."
"Ah?" Si Daiyou recalled the last time he went to the Heavenly Palace. It was so picturesque and like a fairyland.
Why is the heaven so unbearable in Cheng An's eyes?
(It's late, there's still one chapter to go.)
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