Chapter 131: Wild Flowers Are Not as Fragrant as Home Flowers
Ji Weiming was surprised to be confronted by Jiaying for the first time. "We grew up together. You didn't care about these formalities before..."
Jiaying interrupted him coldly, "The past is the past."
Ji Weiming couldn't figure out how he had offended Jiaying, but he didn't take it to heart. "Okay, Lord Saint, I will use respectful titles for you from now on."
"The matter of Potianjia is not only of concern to my royal brother, but also to the entire Qingzheng Sect. The Sect Master contacts me several times a day."
The secret guard brought the magic screen used for communication.
The leader of the Qingzheng Sect and a group of elders were eagerly waiting in the conference hall.
The Sect Master contacted Jiaying and immediately asked, "Sir Saint..."
Jiaying took out the Qiankun bag given by Ye Xiaoman and gave it to Ji Weiming to show him the armor.
"Excellent! You are right! This is indeed the Demon God's legacy from my sect."
Jiaying was too lazy to participate in social activities, he just looked out the window.
The magic weapon slowly took off.
Looking down, he could see a couple at the exit of the long alley, holding hands and standing shoulder to shoulder in the sunshine, openly loving each other.
Jiaying looked at it in a trance, he didn't know what was so good about it.
After the magic weapon glided for a distance, he stopped twisting the Buddhist beads.
From his perspective, the last glance he took just happened to see the magnolia tree in front of the small house.
The woman he had just promised not to see again in this life stood high on the branch, holding the branch, and watched him leave quietly.
Their eyes met from a distance.
A glimpse.
The magic weapon soared into the sky, and everything was like a dream, leaving no trace.
Jiaying lowered his head and placed his hands on his knees.
This time, he was not abandoned by others, he was the one who abandoned her first.
The despicable flaw in his life was finally fulfilled.
She gave him perfection, but he left her with imperfections, ignored her and walked away.
Everyone around him was laughing and talking, and no one noticed that under his wide sleeves, in his lonely palm, was a string of bright red candied haws.
The jade ruyi shook violently, as if it was about to fall from a high altitude.
The tea set in front of Jiaying and Ji Weiming suddenly broke.
"What's the matter?" The sect leader's expression changed drastically on the other end of the communicator.
Just as he asked, the corpses of several secret guards broke through the door and flew in, splashing blood on the plain window papers.
Ji Weiming restrained his gentle smile and said, "The enemy is attacking."
Ye Xiaoman returned to the Qingzheng Sect.
Not long after Jiaying left, a roar like an earth-shaking earthquake came from the direction he left, and black smoke could be seen rising.
Soon, a large warship of the Qing Dynasty was seen flying in the sky again, with a huge seven-star flag representing the identity of the leader flying on the bow.
There is no need to think too much, Jiaying must have been attacked.
Ye Xiaoman, who was very suspicious, did not dare to stay in the Immortal Ruins for long and quickly ran back to the sect to hide.
In a trance, she forgot that her home had moved to the inner gate and went back to Danfeng's residence in the outer gate.
She met Xiao Chujing who was helping her move.
Transplanting spiritual herbs is very difficult. Xiao Chujing needs to pry them out of the ground one by one and then wrap the fragile roots with spiritual energy. It takes him several days to transplant the few acres of land that Ye Xiaoman has diligently cultivated.
Xiao Chujing stood barefoot in the field. In order to make it easier to work, she tied her hair into a bun and wore only a thin piece of clothing, revealing the shape of her chest muscles.
When he saw Ye Xiaoman, he straightened up from the ground in surprise, with deep dimples on his handsome face, "Junior Sister."
He immediately used a cleansing spell to clean the dust and mud on his body, and walked towards Ye Xiaoman. He walked so fast that his loose bun came loose, and the high ponytail swung excitedly behind his head, like a big dog wagging its tail wildly.
Ye Xiaoman still remembered that she had a quarrel with Sikong Qing and Xiao Chujing in the previous episode, so she just put on a stern face and said "hmm" lightly.
Xiao Chujing was overjoyed by her reaction and took it as a prelude to forgiving him. He immediately took advantage of the situation and hugged her in his arms.
He kissed her bun and sighed, "Brother, it's been a long time since I hugged you."
He knew what she liked, and flatteringly, he put one of her little hands into his clothes so that she could feel his abdominal muscles.
Ye Xiaoman got into a lot of trouble outside and fled back home. When she saw Xiao Chujing again, she actually felt that the male protagonist had become more friendly.
She felt much better after being comforted by the deep abdominal muscles.
Jiaying is too dangerous. In comparison, the male protagonist can be described as approachable.
Before I got it, I thought abstinence was the best. After I got over the addiction, I felt that it was a bit difficult to control the Gaoling flower who occasionally made me have a bad temper. The homely style is better.
Just as fun.
It is also resistant to attacks and durable.
Xiao Chujing asked her to touch him a few times, and her body temperature rose rapidly.
He pulled her into the house, his eyes dark, "You haven't been practicing diligently in recent days, and your progress has been slow. Senior Brother will teach you the skills."
When he fell onto the quilt, his handsome brows furrowed again and he sniffed, "Why is there such a...disgusting smell?"
Besides Sikong Qing, it seemed that another stranger had slept in this bed.
Ye Xiaoman was really afraid of his dog nose, "I told you before, my new incense."
"The taste..." Xiao Chujing hesitated to express himself. He didn't like it, but he didn't dare to question Ye Xiaoman's taste.
He was naturally averse to this kind of cold fragrance, just like the body odor of Sikong Qing. It was fragrant, but it was inexplicably mixed with a masculine message, which made him, who was very territorial, very uncomfortable.
Ye Xiaoman, however, went along with him today, feeling somewhat guilty, "If you don't like it, I won't need it anymore."
"Really?" Xiao Chujing was surprised. It felt so good to be cared for.
He held Ye Xiaoman's waist.
She used his narrow waist as a stool.
While passing on his skills, Xiao Chujing, who was gradually gaining ground, looked at Ye Xiaoman, who was high above him. Unconsciously, he had already placed her in such a high position in his heart. He rarely worried about gains and losses:
"Junior Sister, I'm worried that if I lose my usefulness to you one day..."
Will it be thrown away like a discarded magic weapon?
Ye Xiaoman felt the spiritual energy pouring in, cleansing her meridians, and coaxed, "Brother Xiao, there is no one in this world more important than you."
You are the hero, the world revolves around you.
Xiao Chujing was very pleased with Ye Xiaoman's admiration. The uneasiness he had felt recently neglected melted away, and the dark aura dissipated. He became bright again and declared domineeringly:
"Senior Brother will definitely work hard to become stronger and make sure you can never leave me."
While Xiao Chujing was resting, Ye Xiaoman walked out the door with soft feet.
Sikong Qing also came. He and Xiao Chujing had a clear division of labor. Xiao Chujing moved the spiritual herbs, and he helped move the furniture. Today he had to sort out the things in the underground ice cellar.
He stored the game he hunted here, as well as some bottles and jars of his own strawberry jam, plum wine, spicy wild vegetables, etc., all of which were Ye Xiaoman's favorites.
Sikong Qing felt that he had just made a mistake, and when the hot-tempered little pepper saw Ye Xiaoman, his face was full of smiles.
His throat couldn't help but make a ripping sound, "You're back? I missed you so much."
Ye Xiaoman hadn't looked at Sikong Qing seriously for a while, and his beauty seemed to have reached a new level.
The red dress reflected the bright and radiant snow-white skin, and his affectionate eyes, which could be either angry or happy, locked onto her tightly, and he pushed her into the corner as soon as they met.
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