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"Breathe...breathe...breathe...breathe..."

After traveling back through time, he had practiced in the snow world for seventy years, but Tilapia did not continue to practice.

On the contrary, when he returned this time, he was always adjusting his condition and preparing to meet the upcoming gluttonous pioneers.

The small adobe house, due to its geographical location and heating, is as warm as spring when you stay in the room, and you don't feel the dampness and coldness outside at all.

The long and wide wooden bed has a small kang table in the middle.

There is a chessboard on the table, and a man and a woman are sitting opposite each other.

The two of them were wearing cotton pajamas, looking like a young couple relaxing at home during the holidays.

The cotton pajamas just fit the body, completely highlighting the girl's graceful figure.

Sitting cross-legged, with his snow-white ankles and jade feet exposed to the air, Xu Weixiong twirled Bai Zi with his fingertips, frowning, and fell into deep thought.

On the wooden chessboard, the black and white pieces are intertwined, making it difficult to separate them.

Decades have passed, and Tilapia is no longer the same being who used maids as chess pieces.

In addition to practicing, he plays music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and medicine and astrology. The latter is proficient in Fenghou Qimen, and with his twenty-year career as a Taoist priest in Longhu Mountain, he is not inferior to Xu Weixiong.

The former, after fifty years of hard work, has reached a certain level in terms of painting, chess, and calligraphy.

Especially when it comes to playing chess, Tilapia has been doing a lot of hard work because she has been tortured to pieces by Xu Weixiong.

With Xu Weixiong, who is a major national player, as a sparring partner, decades of time are enough to transform Luo.

Although she is still not as good as her own maid, she is not as beaten as she was in the previous thirty years.

After thinking for a while, Xu Weixiong relaxed his frown, looked at his master with a smile, and then settled down gently.

Immediately after the move, it was Tilapia's turn to frown.

His expression was as if he had been constipated for a week, glaring fiercely at the woman opposite him.

Dissatisfied and complained: "Weixiong, after decades, I am still your master, let me win a game and you will lose a piece of meat!" At a glance, the chess piece Xu Weixiong just dropped is extremely inconspicuous, as if it is anxious with the chessboard.

Doesn't matter.

But as the person who made the layout, Tilapia knew it better than anyone else.

Xu Weixiong made an inconspicuous move and grabbed his own throat.

The early layout, along with this seemingly insignificant move, was all in vain.

Faced with the dissatisfaction and questioning of the cheap master, Xu Weixiong laughed, as if he didn't hear, and started to pack up the chess pieces.

At the same time, he said with a smile: "Master, you said it yourself, we don't have to let you play chess, otherwise it would be boring.

As a slave, I will act according to your original instructions."

"Okay...! You're good, okay." Like a child, Tilapia sighed and said something he didn't mean.

Then, he fell back, half leaning on the head of the bed.

As the chess skills become deeper and deeper, it takes longer and longer for the two to determine the winner.

In order not to affect my practice, I have long developed the habit of playing no more than one round a day.

The winner has been decided, and it’s hard for Tilapia to cling to Xu Weixiong endlessly.

After putting away the chess pieces, Xu Weixiong waved his hand at the table.

Following the movement, the small Kang table was lifted up by an invisible force and slowly dropped to an inconspicuous corner underground.

Over the past few decades, Xu Weixiong put aside all the calculations in his heart and devoted himself to cultivation, and his strength was no longer what it used to be.

Not to mention physical training, even in terms of martial arts cultivation, he is not as good as Wang Xianzhi and Deng Tai'a, nor is he inferior to Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who was forced into the land gods.

When it comes to longevity, a flower will fade after it blooms, and Xuanyuan Jingcheng's youthful beauty is incomparable to her.

Hongshu and Xu Weixiong are not weak in talent.

Xu Weixiong in the original work was only worried about Xu Fengnian, and his mind was too complicated, so his martial arts talent was naturally not reflected.

After following Tilapia, she was determined to become stronger and concentrate on training, but she was not comparable to her original self.

The table was firmly placed in the corner. Xu Weixiong adjusted his body and half-snuggling on Tilapia's chest.

Seeing this, Tilapia was not polite and naturally put his big hand on the maid's shoulder.

"Master, I noticed from the moment you came out that you were not in the right mood.

That kind of vague murderous intention has been with you for decades, and this is the first time it has appeared.

If it doesn't matter, you can talk to the slave."

Putting his little hand on the belly of the tilapia and gently rubbing it, Xu Weixiong sighed and finally couldn't help but ask.

I have followed Tilapia for decades, and I am surrounded by a group of bold female pirates.

Xu Weixiong, a man of great wisdom and almost a demon, finally lived like someone else.

Although she doesn't fight for so-called favor, it has become a habit to subconsciously please the men around her.

After all, she had only been with Tilapia for less than twenty years, and her eyes and ears were showing off, but she had been there for more than fifty and almost sixty years.

"Say?" Shrugging his shoulders, Tilapia lay flat and muttered: "What to say, it's just a war. A war arranged by the gods, what's there to say?"

"I don't understand." Shaking his head, Xu Weixiong turned over slightly, placed his chin on Tilapia's chest, and looked up at his cheap master.

Their eyes met, and it was obvious that Xu Weixiong had curiosity in his eyes.

Seeing this, Tilapia simply used a little force to put her personal maid's whole body on top of him.

With the beauty's soft body in his arms, Tilapia curled his lips and said: "It's a game between the gods, and the earth is the battlefield.

I want to watch the excitement, I’m feeling emotional and there’s nothing to say.”

"Bringing emotions, I believe you are a fool." Seeing Tilapia perfunctory with him, he cursed in his heart, suppressed his curiosity, and was smart enough not to continue asking.

The air fell into silence. One person lay on his back, another leaned over, and moved up and down. The room gradually heated up.

Especially when they felt the deformation on both sides with their bodies, their mouths became even more dry.

Tilapia stretched out her hand, thinking something was going to happen.

The sudden roar caused Tilapia's outstretched hand to pause in mid-air.

The sound of the air exploding came from far away, and the windows and doors buzzed and vibrated.

"Weixiong, your future mistress is here, stay out of the way." Patting Xu Weixiong's butt slowly, Tilapia turned to look out the window and said.

"Future Mistress?" Frowning slightly, Xu Weixiong subconsciously looked out the window, showing off his emotions.

The powerful energy being sensed made even Xu Weixiong, as calm as he was, couldn't help but be shocked.

The thought in my mind was: "The future mistress may be a monster."

In her perception, the legendary future mistress was being wrapped in huge energy.

Even if you just sense it, you can detect how terrifying the energy is.

After thinking for a while, Xu Weixiong honestly got off the tilapia and returned to the bed, letting the other party take him back into his pocket.

Xu Weixiong put it into his pouch, rubbed his body against the tilapia, crossed his legs, and half-leaned on the head of the bed again.

"Bang...!"

The door of the room was opened from the outside, and as the cold winter air blew into the room, the little queen, who had not seen her for many days, walked into the small adobe house with her sinfully attractive black stocking legs.

The door slammed shut, and the little queen turned her head to look at the big bed, looking at someone with cold eyes.

His lips moved, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the man who was half leaning on the bed suddenly jump out of bed.

He stepped into the large slippers accurately with both feet and walked to himself in a few steps.

Then...the coldness in the Queen's eyes disappeared, replaced by a black line on her forehead.

"Are you stupid if you expose your thighs in the winter?

Is it cold?

Come in quickly and get warm under the covers."

His little hand was held by someone, an arm was wrapped around his shoulders, and he was about to be pulled to the bed.

After reacting, the little queen quickly struggled to take out her little hand, opened her arm and hugged her, and cursed angrily: "The goddess is the main god of the blazing sun, the goddess of the sun.

Next time you try to trick me into getting into your bed, please use your brain and come up with a better excuse."
Chapter completed!