"Miss Qiqi is next door to you. With your strength, you can secretly touch and steal fragrance and jade. Even Miss Qiqi won't notice it. What's going on, go."

"That group of people dare to look at you with the look of a novice who is a soft-fried young man. Shame, the strong regard this as a shame, kill them, kill them!"

"You are already stuck in the first limit of the five limits of the heavenly beings. Why are you still so calm? You are really ungrateful and shameless!"

"You are actually hiding and seeking? Rush over to them openly and tell them, tell the whole world that you are the Emperor of Yama, and you are the devil monk with a bull head and horse face. Let's see who dares to do anything to you?"

Countless little people roared in their minds.

You say everything and I say everything. My husband is right. My mother is right and he keeps talking.

Xia Ji was not anxious or bad. He quietly lit a sandalwood, inserted it in the copper furnace in the middle of Beppu, folded his hands together, and whispered: "I wish Xia Ning could be happy in the palace, and Bai Pu could get what he wished."

He didn't mention himself.

At this moment, all the distracting thoughts in my mind disappeared.

He felt the progress of improving the next four swordsmanship.

As expected, it is becoming stronger over time, neither fast nor slow, and very stable.

The sandalwood upper edge slowly fuses, tilting to one side.

Xia Ji thought about it and then said silently: "I hope Yanran can get out of the predicament... After all, people have to look forward, right?"

He looked at the dark red hair at the top of the sandalwood and murmured to himself.

"It's a demon matter. Cui Jue should go to the Tang Sect. I dare to start the battle with the transparent opponent of the Tang Sect, right? Holy meeting... Behind it is an immortal, and this power will never be simple. Think about it carefully, if it weren't for the poor demon emperor who cut off the bridge of heaven and earth and the immortals frequently descended to earth, I'm afraid I would have nothing to do."

Thinking of the Demon King, Xia Ji suddenly felt a little lost.

The little people started calling again.

The lustful little man laughed and said, "The Demon King must have many wives, hehe, they are all animals."

The murderous villain roared: "The demon king is still too weak. If he can kill everyone and kill everyone in the world, no one dares to say no, then there is no need to cut off the bridge of heaven and earth, and die and disappear, and become a pitiful worm that is gradually forgotten."

The villain who was disappointed in the iron world sneered: "Think about the Demon King, your realm is still too low now!"

Another villain was a bit strange melancholy: "The Demon Emperor...watched the tribe members one after another, and their brothers and friends went to war one after another, and never returned, watched the demon clan be treated as food and was refined into demon pills, and he finally got off the throne of the Holy Emperor of the Demon clan, facing the immortal Buddha saint who could not be defeated by himself. Is it tragic?"

Xia Ji didn't expect that there was a sentimental villain and couldn't help laughing.

He was not annoyed at all, but just found it very interesting.

He echoed the last little man and said, "Of course, tragic, but no matter how tragic, it is still a big pitiful person. It can be seen that this world is not as strong as it is, it is free and happy."

The melancholy villain asked, "If you are the Demon King, what do you do?"

Xia Ji liked to communicate with his own thoughts very much. After thinking about it, he felt that this matter was really unsolvable, so he smiled and said, "No, I won't be the Demon King, so your question is meaningless."

The little man was quickly pushed away by other little man.

The boy was wearing a moon-white nightgown and sat cross-legged on the wooden board in the main hall.

The sandalwood has long been burned to ashes.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

"Xiaoyaohou, you haven't had a meal for a day! Haven't you come out yet?"

Wang Qiqi's voice came from outside the door.

In Xia Ji's mind, the lustful little man suddenly became excited, but Xia Ji glanced at him, and the little man immediately hid and disappeared.

“Not hungry.”

"Last night...thank you." Wang Qiqi squeezed out a few words.

Xia Ji laughed and said, "Thank you for your words, let's sleep together when you have time."

Wang Qiqi spat, turned around and ran away. Her cold appearance had melted in front of the slut. Now that she thought of Xia Ji's hateful appearance, she wanted to pick up a big stick and beat him to death.

Inside the house.

Xia Ji's expression was very calm.

"This kind of life is good, who wants to change it? I really don't understand those who have a strong heart of Tao, a strong heart, and are tireless and hardworking to become stronger... Three thousand waters, only one scoop is taken, that's enough."

Xia Ji felt the Four-Zhu Jiandao that was about to break through to the tenth level, and the following was the beginning of a long extraordinary impact.

After randomly looking through the progress, I took aside.

After a while.

As dusk falls, the autumn rain seems to be rushing for time, and it falls again at this moment. The night is dim and the coldness of the desolate crawls into the window.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

Another knock on the door was heard.

Xia Ji reignited a sandalwood and said softly: "Come in."

He knew that the person coming was not Wang Qiqi.

Squeak...

The door was gently pushed open and closed quickly.

"Lord." The familiar girl's voice sounded.

Xia Ji did not turn around, he already knew who the person was.

The top 1 in the Hundred Flowers List, the white peach blossoms in Jiangnan are intoxicating.

Her appearance here can only represent one thing, that is, her mother, the tree demon at the bottom of the lake, has gone.

"Come back?"

"Yes." The girl bit her lip, but the word choked.

"Cry if you want to cry. I am your Lord. You do not need to pretend or show strength before me."

"Yes." The girl cried as soon as she said she cried, and she looked up, and two lines of clear tears flowed down.

Xia Ji looked sideways and saw Murong Yanran.

The thin body is wrapped in a dirty skirt.

A white umbrella with peach blossom texture is tied around her waist, and there are a few dark red blood on the tip of the umbrella

She was half lying on the wooden board, crying loudly.

My hair was messy and I was placed between my forehead and neck.

A face that was pale and pale was revealed between her hair.

His eyes were like red apricots, staring at Xia Ji, as if a pitiful stray cat was watching the street.

Xia Ji raised his hand and took a towel, walked to Murong Yanran, handed it to her, and said, "There is a bed in the room."

"Um."

"Have you eaten?"

Murong Yanran shook her head, "No."

Xia Ji said: "I'll get some for you."

Naturally, he was not worried that Meng Po would be discovered. Although he was crying like a little woman now, he was the overlord of the assassin world after all, and he was good at hiding, tracking, assassinating, disguising himself, and using his own way to do it.

Xia Ji's cooking skills were also high. He quickly fried two plates of side dishes, put a large bowl of noodles, and then brought two cups of wine.

When the maids saw Xiaoyao Hou cooking in person, they were so stupid that they felt like they were dreaming.

Beppu.

Murong Yanran has already taken a shower. She has changed into Xia Ji's moon-white nightgown, with long hair draped over her shoulders, and half-hidden face, showing an intoxicating and beautiful appearance.

"Eat it, I made it."

Xia Ji put the dishes on the table and divided them with chopsticks. The two of them started eating face to face.

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PS: I will send it again one morning, but I haven't coded it yet
Chapter completed!