In Xuan Ji's mind, ten thousand embarrassing people pulled each other and whizzed by him. He wanted to explain, but the brain that was trampled by embarrassment forgot the words. For a moment, the character "she was pulled into the car" was in danger, and he had a firm understanding of the feelings of a social phobia patient.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Lingyuan's reaction was extremely dull. He didn't know whether he had woken up. He saw the person in front of him clearly, so he let go of Xuan Ji and waved his hand lightly: "No need to serve."

Xuan Ji: "..."

Sheng Lingyuan sat up with some difficulty, not knowing where he was touching. When he got up, he tightened his shoulders and raised his hands half an inch, as if he wanted to cover something, and then he held back again. Then he sat silently for a while, stood up slowly but calmly, pointed to the bed sheet, and ordered naturally: "Call someone to replace it."

Xuan Ji stared at him incredibly. Seeing that His Majesty's face was taken for granted and there was no shame in exploiting the working people at all, he asked half-sarcastically: "Do you want to serve you in a small bath or change your clothes?"

Sheng Lingyuan flipped over the pockets thrown in the corner of the wall, and his eyes were so painful that he was so cold that he was too lazy to tilt his hands this time, but he just flicked his fingers lazily - no need, you go down.

Xuan Ji: "..."

What kind of shit attitude is the evil feudal ruling class?

Sheng Lingyuan knew how to wear clothes. When he woke up from Chiyuan, he happened to meet those tourists. At that time, he didn't remember anything. Seeing that the customs and cultures here were very strange, he secretly followed those people for a while, and then according to the costumes of those people, he used leaves and simple illusions to himself. When he was just here, he was afraid of unintentionally making taboos, Sheng Lingyuan studied the characteristics of everyone's clothes and summarized the common characteristics and the most common colors on them for himself.

But now he understood that he was too cautious at that time, and there were no taboos for the people here.

"Life is so presumptuous." His Majesty thought with envy and disgust, "It's just that I'm too free and I don't know how beautiful and ugly it is."

"Long-length legs" have been popular in the past two years. People are trying to raise the so-called "waistline". The tops are either short or stuffed into their pants. In the eyes of His Majesty, this is simply "clothing is not covered". Even if you are a coolie wearing "short clothes", it is not so short!

Sheng Lingyuan threw a light blue "Superman" vest aside. He probably suspected that the sexy green set was poisonous and didn't even touch it. Finally, he pulled the general out of his nose, picked up a white sportswear, and took it away.

The bathroom door was locked, but Sheng Lingyuan couldn't go up, so he ignored it. After bringing it to the door, he unwilling to unbutton the faucet, and his fingers pulled out the water flow, and pointed it back at the bathroom door. The water flow quickly climbed out of a restriction on the door, and then condensed into ice in his palm. The temperature in the bathroom dropped sharply, and the entire door was frozen. The air conditioner hot air buzzed and automatically ran.

With a few simple actions, cold sweat broke out from Sheng Lingyuan's forehead. He reached out to support the pool. His hands were shaking so badly that he pulled his belt a few times before he stumbled.

As soon as the robe woven with life and death vines left his body, it immediately became a handful of burnt dry grass.

Sheng Lingyuan grabbed his chest and locked a muffled groan into his throat. There was no blood on his chest, but black air swaying. Several flame-colored "lines" were vaguely stuck in his chest. The surrounding flesh and blood were constantly corroded, and healed on their own. Repeated tug-of-warming, which looked particularly shocking.

The other injuries were fine, and only these threads were incompatible with him, which was a little troublesome. Sheng Lingyuan's fingers squeezing his chest suddenly exerted force, and he stuck it in directly, grabbed a "line" like a heart-wrenching, and forced it out.

Outside the bathroom, Xuan Ji turned on the TV boredly, picked a random station, played the background sound, and then took out the breakfast menu to call the room service. After calling, he had nothing to do. He swayed around the house for a few times. He took out his mobile phone and deleted the broken history reading book he had just downloaded... and several Danmei novels that he didn't know how to get in.

In nature, most of those with wings are so stinky and lustful. Although Xuan Ji is not a real bird, he is unable to avoid the vulgarity because he has such an inappropriate organ on his back - he has all kinds of colors, both men and women, and he has the appetite to appreciate them.

"But it's good," Xuan Ji turned his phone around and tried to persuade himself earnestly, "You still have to be rational."

As he said that, Director Xuan, who was "reasonable", pricked up his ears and listened to the sound of the bathroom next door.

No movement.

I heard that these corrupt and corrupt feudal ruling classes even need to feed others to feed themselves. Can they take care of themselves?

"I said to you, did you forget how to turn on the hot water? The stainless steel on the wall - that iron handle, lift it up and push it a little to the red side!"

Sheng Lingyuan ignored him.

Xuan Ji crossed his legs, leaned his head on the sofa, stared at the girl group singing and dancing on the TV for a while. This was his favorite group, but for some reason, he couldn't listen to what they sang for a long time.

He quickly passed everything during the chaos of the past few days and gradually frowned.

What is the connection between him and this great emperor? He raised corpses for generations, and if he was stained with the other party's blood, he would be forced to share his brain... and Sheng Lingyuan's attitude suddenly changed after he saw his memory.

At this time, the mobile phone borrowed by Xuan Ji was shocked, and someone wanted to add him on WeChat, which was Gu Yuexi.

Xuan Ji clicked and accepted it. Gu Yuexi is an efficiency talent. She never exchanged greetings and went straight to the topic. She quickly wrote a long sentence: "Director Xuan, it may be that I talk too much, but I thought about it, just in case you don't know, I'd better tell you. Today, the burn on your sword spirit will heal itself, but the part pierced by your formation has been corroded. The wound has an energy reaction similar to being 'purified' - I have no other meaning, just remind you to be careful. After all, it is a sword. There are many things that the weapon has touched, and it may be contaminated."

Gu Yuexi had something in her speech, and she reminded him that there was something wrong with the "Sword Spirit", as if she couldn't say anything. Since the perspective eye could be disabled, it was not surprising that she was "banned".

Xuan Ji pretended not to see it and politely thanked Gu Yuexi.

It is normal for the big devil to be corrupted. The magic array of his life's true fire was originally used to ward off evil spirits, but...

Xuan Ji stood up and walked to the bathroom door: "Your Majesty, do you really need to help?"

As he spoke, his hand pressed on the door, and the biting chill from the door made his fingers shrink.

Xuan Ji narrowed his eyes and there was a ban on it.

At this moment, a depressed low cough suddenly broke out in the bathroom. Xuan Ji obviously felt that the restriction was loosened. The palm of his slap on the door rose. Under the fire, the bathroom door of the hotel became transparent, clearly reflecting the frozen restriction on the side. Xuan Ji pointed like a knife, and through the door, the ice stubble was cut open by him. The restriction broke, and the door suddenly bounced into the inside.

Sheng Lingyuan took out the last "wire" from his chest, and the man was still standing.

But the mirrors, pools, and floors were covered with blood, one by one, like the sad and beautiful red plums.

This scene suddenly hit Xuan Ji's eyes, and he seemed to be suddenly hung on the abyss. For a moment, his heart actually jumped up like trembling.

A picture flashed before his eyes - there was rolling magma around him, and his sight was as brilliant as death. A figure fell from the air, hitting straight in front of him, swallowed by the magma and threw it up. He rushed up in panic, hugged the man, tried his best to protect him, but instead dragged the man deeper into the earth fire.

The last "wire" should be stuck in the lungs. Before the wound healed, Sheng Lingyuan was a little breathless and his voice was incorrect: "Go out... and it's bloody, it's hard for me to live, so you... are you comfortable?"

Xuan Ji came to his senses and fell back to the world in cold sweat, his legs stiffened subconsciously.

After a while, Sheng Lingyuan had accumulated enough strength and reached out to grab a hand in the air. The water flow in the faucet began to wash away the blood splashed around him with his gesture.

"No need... cough," Xuan Ji found that his voice was very astringent, so he quickly cleared his throat, "No need to worry about it, just pick the shower and rinse it. The shower is...ah, forget it."

He popped up a coin, which turned into a very thin iron chain, wrapped around the shower, picked it lightly, and used another coin to break the hot water in the shower. Thanks to the convenient contemporary technology, the blood beads splashed around quickly washed away, and it was not as water as Sheng Lingyuan had imagined, but it automatically flowed along the sewer in the corner.

Sheng Lingyuan couldn't help but exclaim: "This is convenient."

As soon as he spoke, Xuan Ji, who didn't know what to do, was startled. His hands trembled, and most of the water in the spray head sprayed on His Majesty.

Sheng Lingyuan's hair was immediately wet into strands, and the long hair that could cover his body was separated, revealing half of his shoulders.

Xuan Ji was petrified.

"Tsk," Your Majesty didn't seem to mind. Maybe it was because the years of war could not be too particular. The useless servants who were stupider than their feet had experienced a lot, but just complained casually, "Why are you so frivolous - come here, little demon, help me take a shower."

Xuan Ji seemed to have accidentally eaten his own feathers, choked in his throat in one breath, and coughed into a dog.

As the supreme ruler of feudal society, Sheng Lingyuan did not get a bunch of beauties to massage his back and shoulders while taking a bath. He was already a relatively simple and upright emperor. He said casually, but he didn't think much about it. Unexpectedly, he had such a big reaction. He turned his head in surprise and found that Xuan Ji encountered his gaze. He subconsciously took a step back and hit the wardrobe, looking like a tragic cub.

This guy was not a good person at all. When he noticed Xuan Ji's embarrassment, he immediately started to take care of others' entertainment. He smiled maliciously, deliberately lowered his voice and asked, "Why, I'm afraid of water?"

Sheng Lingyuan's body seemed to have been used to the process of rapid repair after damage. He pulled out the deadly "wires", and his face suddenly calmed down a lot. At this time, the chill in the bathroom was blown away by the hot air conditioner. With such a smile, the grayish spirit around him was immediately dispersed, and he had the virtue of being ready to cheat at any time, which made people itchy.

Xuan Ji: "..."

He is used to his fault! The number of movies read by contemporary new youth scares these ancient people to death, who have they ever been afraid of!

The "new youth" then calmed down and removed the iron chain on the shower, which bounced back to the palm of his hand.

Opposite the bathroom was the wardrobe and a small bar. Xuan Ji simply leaned over the wardrobe and touched a can of beer from the refrigerator of the small bar. While taking the handsome man with a drink, he said owly: "Your Majesty, you have to accept the baptism of the values ​​of our new society - you see, you have hands and feet, are quite a big man, and you still need help with daily trivial matters such as eating, drinking, defecation, and urination. Don't you feel ashamed?"

"Well," Sheng Lingyuan picked up the showerhead that he had left, tried the water temperature, and then plucked the faucet to the side of the cold water, calmly and didn't care at all that anyone was looking at, "Why am I ashamed?"

Xuan Ji's throat began to itch again, and he quickly drank a big mouthful of ice beer before he maintained his seriousness. He said in six people: "You, the exploiting classes in the old society, oppressing the working people, and building their own happiness on the pain of others. Isn't it worth shame? There are so many noble spiritual pursuits in the world, but you are indulging in material enjoyment, extravagance, waste, pretentiousness, and sensibility every day? Besides, everyone is equal, why should others serve you?"

"You have food, have examples, and have some requests." Sheng Lingyuan didn't stumble and replied, "If you live in this room, do you have to make your own bed and sweep the floor?"

Xuan Ji said coldly: "Oh, then I didn't receive your salary, come and call me less."

Sheng Lingyuan guessed what "salary" means in one second, and he looked at his hair leisurely: "Then tell me what you want, what if I have it."

Xuan Ji: "..."

He was trembling with the man's appearance - just to find someone to wash his hair, isn't this Majesty too unlimited?

The quality of the beer in the broken hotel is not good, and it is so fucked. So Xuan Ji cleared it hard again and condemned seriously and seriously: "Your Majesty, only those who are injured, sick, disabled, or who cannot take care of themselves need others to take care of themselves. Which category do you belong to?"

Before he finished speaking, Sheng Lingyuan raised the showerhead to rush his hair, and raised his arm to touch the new wound on his chest. He stopped moving. Although he didn't say anything, he took a slight breath.

Xuan Ji: "..."

Oh, by the way, he is "injured".

In an instant, Xuan Ji's temper just now disappeared. He rolled up his cuffs and trousers' legs in his fate. He turned the air conditioner up a few degrees and walked into the bathroom.

No matter what, they blocked him just now.

Xuan Ji took the shower from Sheng Lingyuan, used his tight chin to make a bathtub, and only looked at him above his shoulders, "I'll just wash my hair first."

I don’t know how the hair washers in the barber shop work... Maybe they are numb when facing too many heads every day, but for Xuan Ji, who has "unclear preferences", it is difficult for him not to be distracted at this moment.

In this novel, when the male and female protagonists wish to "run with the ball" in the first chapter, many things are boring. Everyone is busy with work and likes to go straight to the point of everything. One-on-one pair of red men and green women either "goes to the kidneys" as soon as possible, and after one beat, they either sit together to calculate their family background and look forward to the future, as if two accountants who have long talks.
Chapter completed!