A mist of light rose in front of Leng Mei, but the tea still penetrated it, wetting part of her black robe, and leaving water droplets on her snow-white neck and collar.
She was also a little upset. What kind of nephew was this? He just asked a question, but he reacted so strongly. She was doused with tea and saliva!
She quickly cast a purification spell on herself, and the myth factor evaporated, mixing with the mist. She also took a few steps back, her slender figure swaying, her black hair fluttering, and she instantly became holy and otherworldly.
"Why do you think so?" Wang Xuan spoke quickly.
He had been wary of Wu Liuji from the beginning and always addressed him as senior brother. He would never call him uncle, just because he was afraid of a situation like the one before him.
Inside the huge city, the cold and charming black robe was no longer on her head, revealing her cold and charming fair face. She was calmer and more confident than before.
"I already know!" She took a few steps and sat in the main seat. She was no longer aloof, revealing the temperament of the other one of the two photos circulated by the outside world.
She smiled slightly, and was actually somewhat charming. She instantly thawed from her icy temperament and became like a flame, showing a completely different charm. She said, "My little nephew, you are so brave that you keep hitting me!"
Obviously, Wu Liuji said something to her and she was completely taken in by the situation. Now that she was the elder, she was somewhat "a little reserved" and acted like an aunt.
She sat there, with one of her long legs slightly raised, showing from her black robe, but the inside was still black, and the tight inner armor bound her body, showing off her good figure.
"Do you still dare to order me to wash clothes?" Leng Mei gathered her hair together, looking very relaxed. Although she was not really coming to accuse him, she clearly had that kind of charm.
She is now somewhat in control, mainly because she feels that she was badly bullied in the past.
Wang Xuan didn't sit down. Instead, he stood beside her, watching her "proud" attitude and the airs she put on, but he didn't rush to "correct" her.
He was very gossipy and lowered his voice to ask: "Are you really the little daughter of Yao Ting Lao... Zhen Sheng?"
"How can you talk like that? That's your grandfather!" Leng Mei put on an immature attitude of an elder, lazily doing her manicure there, and said with a warning look at him.
Wang Xuan was also a little speechless. This was because she was put on the account after being asked to serve tea, pour water and wash clothes. Now she regarded herself as his aunt and began to discipline him.
But he was still very curious. The true saint of the demon race, at such an old age, actually gave birth to a little daughter. This was really... a secret.
Of course, he didn't realize at all that some of the same things were happening to him as well, and his family was no less affected!
"No matter what, your mother is my senior sister, so I am your aunt, is that okay?" Leng Mei said.
In fact, she had no idea whether she was the biological daughter of the True Saint of the Demon Clan. Although she had heard some things, none of them could be true.
However, she believed that if she knew Wang Xuan's mother, she would be a generation older.
The two of them were a little reserved, and one was very gossipy. They communicated tentatively. One wanted to find out about the situation of his senior sister, and the other wanted to understand the secret of the True Saint of the Demon Court. In the end, they chatted for quite a while.
Finally, Wang Xuan made the final decision: "Well, let's put it this way, you are not my aunt, so it's more appropriate to call you Junior Sister. Don't you know? Even when I'm facing Wu Liuji, I still call him Senior Brother."
This can be considered as "official certification", and he has temporarily forced himself to clarify the relationship.
"My senior brother has already told me, do you still want to hide it from me?" Leng Mei didn't believe it. She didn't stand up. Instead, she put one of her long legs on the coffee table and instructed him to pour tea.
Was it because she was oppressed a while ago? Wang Xuan fulfilled her "little wish" and personally brewed a pot of the specialty of the mother universe, the tea fruit from Hengjun's first fairy tea tree.
"Actually, we are not related by blood. I can be 100% sure of that." After offering a cup of fairy tea, Wang Xuan said gently.
"What do you mean?" Leng Meiqi sat there, looking at her "eldest nephew" who was serving her and serving her tea, and was quite satisfied.
But soon, her face turned red again, and it was obvious that her thoughts were flying and her associations were rich. She said, "Why do you mention that there is no blood relationship?"
"This is to confirm that you are not my elder, and then... go wash your clothes!" Wang Xuan threw the tattered battle clothes left over from the battle with a dozen holy objects directly to her.
"I'm your aunt!" She stood up.
"I've told you it's definitely not the case. You'll know later." After Wang Xuan finished speaking, he threw another set of armor to her.
Leng Mei took a look and realized that these could obviously be thrown away to order her around!
"Go ahead!"
Leng Mei felt like gnashing her teeth when she heard this, but when she saw his extremely confident expression, she started to have doubts again. Finally, she stomped her feet in anger and left with her clothes in her failed attempt to show off.
Then Wu Liuji walked into the room. Regardless of whether Wang Xuan was willing or not, he warned him again as his uncle.
"Don't bully your aunt!" he said meaningfully.
Wang Xuan was thinking, if he was so serious, when he knew the truth in the future, he would be disappointed. With all the stimulation and reactions, he would become the second True Saint of the Demon Court, right? He wanted to beat himself up.
Wang Xuan changed the subject and didn't want to continue. He briefly mentioned the world behind the dusk spectacle that Wu Liuji was very concerned about, and then asked him if he wanted the holy object.
Anyway, Wu Liuji, the fake uncle, was really good to him, and he didn't hesitate to come to hell to rescue him. He really wanted to show his appreciation and give back.
"A garden of supreme holy objects, with as many as 15 pieces?!" Wu Liuji's face changed. He could reach this level, so naturally he had his own thoughts on the origin and origin of the holy objects.
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