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When everyone arrived, Cen Qingyou asked Qiao Wan: “Xin Yi, are you nervous?”
Qiao Wan shook his head.
This spring has dried up for a long time, and all she has to do is to make it re-emerge.
But she has never learned water spells. Qiao Wan hesitated a little after thinking about it: “Second Young Master, can I do this?”
“Just use your demonic energy.”
At this point, we can only bite the bullet.
Under the attention of everyone, Qiao Wan walked to the spring and looked down at the dry spring.
Since we are going to let this spring water flow out, we must have a sense of ceremony.
So, I pondered for a second, hesitated, put on a very shameful pretentious posture, and began to mobilize the devilish energy in my body, saying something silently in my heart.
Gunara, the dark **** – Uhu Lahu – transformed into a black devil.
The spring, change! !
Looking from the direction of everyone, the moment the girl stood in front of Quan, black demonic energy seeped out from her limbs and bones, wrapping Qiao Wan’s figure like mist. It literally followed the hem of the skirt and flowed into the spring.
Not long after, a clear spring emerged from the long-dried spring, moistening the cracked soil.
Wait, this spring water? !
Shui Feng Sect members’ eyes widened in disbelief.
What even the high priest and the saint could not do, this ordinary girl in front of me actually did it? !
Chu Yanfeng’s heart sank in a daze, and the back of his tongue was a little numb. He raised his eyes and looked at the spring in disbelief.
This… untouchable is really the Demon Realm Emperor?
How is that possible? !
However, even if he is not willing to admit it, the truth is clearly before his eyes.
But that’s it…
The trickster who is still fighting with him to the death is the Demon Realm Emperor Ji? !
How does this resemble Mei Xiang? ! !
The Demon Realm is famous for being a coquettish flower, but my niece actually looks like this? !
Shui Fengxiao was also shocked. He looked at the spring, and was so shocked that his hood was blown by the wind and fell down, revealing a handsome and solemn face.
Shui Fengxiao’s eyes were filled with fear.
What if the person in front of me is Di Ji? Then who were they holding in their arms before?
Shui Fengxiao couldn’t help but look sideways.
Mu Xiaoxiao, who was surrounded by maids, was dressed to the extreme, with a soft appearance, a skirt like phoenix feathers, and pearls and jade all over her body.
His divination was wrong… they… got the wrong person.
As if someone had slapped him in the face, Shui Fengxiao pursed his lips tightly.
Since he took over the Holy Religion, he has never made such a big mistake! He actually mistook Di Ji!
However, to be able to achieve this position, Shui Fengxiao is also flexible and flexible. He immediately lifted his clothes and took the lead to kneel down.
“My subordinates pay homage to Emperor Ji.”
As Shui Fengxiao knelt down, everyone looked at each other, and the next second, a large area fell to their knees with a huff.
“Emperor Ji!!”
“Meet the Emperor!!”
In this situation, some ignorant Shui Feng Cult members could not help but quietly ask their companions.
“Since the one above is Di Ji? Then who did the high priest bring back?”
The “saint” brought back by the high priest has a beautiful appearance and a friendly smile. Yesterday, they saw the “Saint Girl” holding up the hem of her skirt and playing with her feet bare, treading water.
How come someone changed within one day?
Although the sound was small, it was clearly transmitted to everyone’s ears.
Mu Xiaoxiao, who was sitting in the chariot, was stunned.
Random’s pretty face turned pale and she looked at Shui Fengxiao anxiously.
Due to the limited field of view, only half of the man’s stern profile was visible.
The high priest…
Can’t help but look at the spring again.
Qiao Wan was still standing in front of Quan, unable to see the expression on her face clearly.
The people below knelt for a long time, and finally Cen Qingyou screamed. As soon as he stood up, Shui Xian bowed tremblingly and apologized: “It is my fault for not recognizing the emperor. I beg the emperor to punish me. ”
Cen Qingyou: “I don’t blame the elder for not being polite.”
After a few words, after confirming that he could not be burned, Shui Xian stroked his beard and began to fire at Shui Fengxiao with a smile: “Since this is the Emperor Ji in front of me, then what about the saint invited by the high priest?”
It’s clear at a glance which one is true and which one is false!
Who is the real saint and who is the real empress! !
For a moment, Mu Xiaoxiao clenched her fingers uneasily.
She…she is the fake one.
I thought in despair.
The high priest…will he hate her from now on? Did she lie to him?
Having a premonition that something was wrong, Chu Yanfeng turned his head and saw the girl’s tear-filled eyes, her wet eyelashes trembling slightly.
“Holy…”
After a pause, he changed his title.
“Miss Mu? Are you okay?”
Cen Qingyou said calmly: “Can the high priest believe it now?”
Shui Fengxiao was silent for a moment: “Please punish me, Emperor Ji.”
Chu Yanfeng clenched his sword tightly, retracted his gaze from Mu Xiaoxiao, took a big step, and knelt down with Shui Fengxiao: “Please punish me, Emperor Ji.”
This is Di Ji.
No matter what order she gave, even if she wanted him to die now, he must do it.
Qiao Wan was in a bit of trouble.
She… seems to have nothing to blame? You can’t ask these people in front of you to get lunch boxes, right?
However, she still holds a grudge.
After thinking about it, Qiao Wan turned serious.
I was already prepared to be tortured, but unexpectedly, the girl in front of me thought for a moment and suddenly said with a serious look: “Your monthly salary is gone.”
Chu Yanfeng was stunned.
What?
Qiao Wan: “There are no more holidays, whether it is Spring Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, Dragon Boat Festival or Lantern Festival. There are no rest days.”
Shui Fengxiao raised his eyes in shock.
Qiao Wan continued to read ruthlessly: “You must work overtime until midnight every day.”
“There must be three meetings every day. You must be present to speak, and you must write a meeting report afterwards.”
“Every year… Shui Feng Sect must hold an annual meeting.” Qiao Wan pondered, “Do you understand the annual meeting? You must prepare a program every year.”
“Go and write a review now. I don’t care if you get off work or not, I want it now.”
Feel the angry revenge of the social beast! ! Tremble under the radiance of her princeling! Stupid wage earner!
Chu Yanfeng:……
In fact, Chu Yanfeng didn’t realize what this meant at the time.
It wasn’t until half a month later that Chu Yanfeng’s face hurt and he cried.
It really hurts.
The Demon Realm Emperor Ji is really a cruel creature, what kind of suffering is this in the world.
A few years later, Chu Yanfeng, who could not bear the oppression, defected to the Demon Realm. When he was doing errands for Mei Kangping, he discovered that this oppression was passed down from uncle to nephew! ! ~
Qiao Wan’s inner villain was silently tumbling as Party A, the capitalist boss, spoke loudly.
Damn it, it feels so good! ! She was so happy! !
After Qiao Wan finished speaking, Cen Qingyou turned to look at her: “Xin Yi, let’s go.”
“I’ll send you away.”
With the blessing of the Emperor Ji, everyone in the Shui Feng Sect was completely silent as they walked out, and no one dared to stop them.
In front of everyone, Qiao Wan walked up to Mu Xiaoxiao, stretched out her hand outside the chariot, and said in a calm voice, “Let’s go.”
Mu Xiaoxiao raised his eyes blankly.
The sun hangs high in the sky, and the sunlight is a bit dazzling. The girl standing in front of her against the light, the butterfly hair ornaments on her temples seem to be shining brightly.
Amidst the deafening shouts, the girl stretched out her hand.
It’s all over.
Mu Xiaoxiao watched silently.
These glory, these flattery, these saintly brilliance are like a dream. This is the halo that others have placed on her head. It can be given to her easily and can also be taken away easily.
Only Qiao Wan is real in front of me.
Mu Xiaoxiao lifted up her skirt and jumped off the chariot, her face burning with pain.
Hesitantly asked: “Junior sister Wan’er…you…how did you do it?”
“This must be thanks to… Gunara, the God of Darkness,” Qiao Wan twitched the corner of her mouth and added: “Probably.”
Gunara, the God of Darkness?
Mu Xiaoxiao was shocked.
What kind of fairy is this? Why has she never listened to Master?
……
As soon as they walked out of the Shuifeng Sect, they unexpectedly ran into Xiao Boyang, Liang Yiqing and Kunshan’s group.
“Senior Sister Mu!”
“Friend Qiao!”
A title can be divided into familiarity and distance.
Cen Qingyou watched silently as the Kunshan disciples hurried over and surrounded Mu Xiaoxiao.
In the crowd, Xiao Boyang glanced at Qiao Wan, frowned and looked around.
It’s okay, no damage.
“Xin Yi.” Cen Qingyou tilted his head to greet him.
Qiao Wan was stunned and scratched his head: “What’s wrong?”
This is his friend. Since no one cares about his friend, it is up to him to care about him.
At this moment, another cold and moist voice suddenly came over.
“Qiao Wan.” The voice was cold and slightly hoarse, as if he was restraining himself.
At a glance from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the young man in front of him, wearing black boots and a ponytail hanging down his back. His eyebrows were a little red, and his color was as bright as spring dawn.
The young man lowered his eyes: “You…”
It’s okay.
Three short words, as if they were stuck in my throat, neither moving forward nor retreating, and I couldn’t say them out.
Is this Pei Chunzheng?
Cen Qingyou was slightly surprised. He still had some impression that this seemed to be the fellow Taoist Pei who came to his mother for medical treatment.
Pei Chunzheng’s dark eyes were fixed on Qiao Wan’s neck, and he clenched his hands so hard that his joints turned white.
The red mark on the girl’s neck seemed to have faded a lot, but was still ambiguous and clear, but Qiao Wan didn’t seem to notice it at all, and was still scratching her head and talking to Cen Qingyou embarrassedly.
The corners of his eyes didn’t even look at anyone else.
She didn’t seem to care at all about the obvious favoritism of this group of people in Kunshan.
Cen Qingyou thought for a while, twirling the beads in his hand, and stood sideways in front of Qiao Wan, blocking the young man’s sight.
Pei Chunzheng froze slightly.
Cen Qingyou looked at his friend tenderly: “Xin Yi. I’m leaving.”
Qiao Wan was shocked: “Now?”
“Can you stay.”
Although she knew that the possibility of the other party agreeing was relatively small, Qiao Wan still asked again anxiously.
She couldn’t bear to leave Cen Qingyou.
It’s embarrassing to say it.
Qiao Wan was dejected.
But she doesn’t have many friends. Gan Nan counts one, Meng Canglang and the others count three or four, and there are not many friends who can discuss little butterflies with her.
After thinking for a while, Qiao Wan summoned up the courage to blurt out like a brave man.
“I, I, I…I can’t let you go!!”
There is nothing to be ashamed of if you can’t let go of your friends!
After saying that, she felt relaxed, and Qiao Wan looked solemnly at the young man in front of her.
She couldn’t let go of his feelings and wanted Cen Qingyou to know!
But he didn’t see the sudden change in the expression of the young man not far away at the moment those words were spoken. His whole body became colder bit by bit, and his chest was churning.
Cen Qingyou was stunned for a moment, and a subtle feeling filled his heart.
Warm, thorough and crystal clear.
Between men and women, it is inevitable to be ambiguous when talking, but he has no such thoughts towards Qiao Wan, and Qiao Wan has no such intention towards him.
They are friends.
Therefore, Cen Qingyou also cherished this feeling in his heart, his eyebrows were gentle: “Xinyi, I can’t let you go either.”
“As long as you are willing, you and I will naturally meet again. Come over here.”
Qiao Wan did not doubt his presence and moved closer.
Unexpectedly, Cen Qingyou suddenly came up to her and gave her a warm and firm hug.
This hug completely stunned Qiao Wan.
But the next second, something cool seemed to be stuffed into her hand, and then it was covered by the hug, blocked by the cuff, and stuffed into the palm of her hand.
Cen Qingyou’s voice passed through my ears like a spring breeze.
Feeling the young man’s cold gaze on his back, Cen Qingyou silently pointed to the thing in Qiao Wan’s hand: “Here is this for you. If you eat it, it will be worth a hundred years of cultivation. I think you are better than I need it more.”