Today, the local immortal has been in the mortal world for too long, and the immortal energy will inevitably be reduced sharply. At this moment, we must first cultivate our vitality before we can defeat the Water Demon King in one fell swoop."

The villagers felt that Murong Qianqian's words made sense and immediately nodded in agreement, and then someone prepared a bedroom and came out.

Although the village was poor, Murong Qianqian saw that the dormitory prepared for her was very clean and comfortable. She couldn't help but smile and said: "You can just retreat, the local immortal wants to retreat for cultivation."

After hearing this, the villagers stopped at the door one after another and watched respectfully as Murong Qianqian entered the bedroom.

Murong Qianqian felt that she didn't have this sense of respect and pampering when she was the queen. Now being worshiped by so many people, she couldn't help but feel like a fairy.

She thought that since she wanted to play the role of a deity, she had to show some demeanor, so she couldn't help but puff out her chest and walk in gracefully.

But just as she stepped onto the steps, someone behind her seemed to trip her. She leaned forward and threw herself out, rolling directly into the bedroom.

Murong Qianqian fell so hard that stars appeared in her eyes. Just when she was about to yell at whoever tripped her, the villagers' voices of amazement rang out from behind her, "Gods are different. Even the way they enter the door is different."

"..."

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the autumn wind made the fallen leaves rustle.

Murong Qianqian sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, covering the lump on her forehead with one hand and holding her cheek with the other. Judging from her frowning and twitching expression, she was in a very tangled mood at the moment.

She thought she was just pretending to be a land father-in-law, satisfying the villagers' curiosity to see the gods, and also satisfying her poor stomach, but she didn't expect that there would be such a big thing behind it.

Not to mention that she is not the land, even if it is estimated, it is impossible to risk going into the water, otherwise the land old man will have appeared long ago.

She remembered that when it rained heavily last night, she happened to meet a group of people welcoming a bride. Looking back now, she probably ran into the Water Demon King who was raping a common girl.

Fortunately, she fell down at that time, otherwise with her beauty, the butler-looking water ghost would have dragged her into the water to be his concubine.

Thinking of this, Murong Qianqian instantly felt that the water ghost's scolding of her as ugly was very pleasant and very good. However, although she escaped last night, she would be chased away by the villagers today.

She began to struggle, and now divided the possibilities into two. The first possibility was that she continued to pretend to be the father-in-law of the land and went to kill the water demon with righteousness, but the result was her death;

The second possibility is that she confessed and leniently admitted that she was just an ordinary woman, and the result was that she was beaten up by the villagers and thrown into the water to vent her anger.

It seems that these two possible outcomes are inevitable. Murong Qianqian thought that God had given her such a good appearance, so naturally she had a big responsibility to entrust to her.

Thinking about her future responsibilities, she only had the thirty-sixth strategy as the best option, but before she left, she had to think carefully about it, and she could not go on the road penniless again.

After making such a decision, Murong Qianqian clapped her hands together. When she was about to stand up, she caught a glimpse of the place beside her and was so frightened that she fell off the bed.

Just now, there was a silver-haired old man in white squatting next to her, and his small eyes were looking up and down at her.

Murong Qianqian climbed up while holding on to the corner of the bed, twitching her lips and saying, "Old uncle, when did you come in? Why don't I know at all?"

The silver-haired old man said: "I..."

Murong Qianqian continued: "Old uncle, are you the owner of this room? But now that the clan leader has temporarily lent it to me to rest, should you avoid it for now?"

The silver-haired old man stroked his long beard and said again: "I..."

Murong Qianqian sat on the stool, straightened her sleeves and continued: "Old uncle, although it is my fault that the dove occupied the magpie's nest, I stayed here for the safety of your entire village.

With such great dedication, shouldn't you be moved and give up the room?" He then raised his eyebrows, expecting the other party to answer.

The silver-haired old man continued to stroke his beard. Perhaps he was thinking deeply about Murong Qianqian's meaningful words, and accidentally pulled off a lot of his beard without noticing it. He was silent for a moment and said: "I..."

Murong Qianqian raised her head, stared at the silver-haired old man and frowned: "Old uncle, I think you are a little too unhuman. You said I said so many things, why didn't you say a word?

Maybe you are mute, but if you are mute you should at least nod or shake your head, otherwise it would be very rude of you.

Didn't your mother teach you manners when you were a child? Didn't your mother teach you manners? Didn't your father teach you too? Hey~ Looking at your expression, I understand that you must have been miserable as a child.

But old uncle, you must not resent your parents. After all, they have been dead for many years and turned into a pile of bones. But you don’t have to worry. You can learn to be polite as you live."

After saying such a long thing in one breath, Murong Qianqian felt a little thirsty and poured a cup of tea. Just after finishing the cup, she looked up and saw that the silver-haired old man's face turned green and red for a moment.

Especially those little eyes that were wide-eyed, those hands that were trembling exaggeratedly, and that silver-flowered beard was about to be plucked out by him.

Murong Qianqian felt that the old uncle's expression at this moment vividly interpreted the idiom "blowing his beard and staring".

She thought that the old man should not be too angry, so she explained: "Old uncle, don't be angry~ It's not your fault that you are rude. It's just that you didn't have the chance to learn. I forgive you~"

As soon as he finished speaking, the silver-haired old man fainted with anger.

Murong Qianqian was startled, thinking that this old uncle wouldn't be so fragile. She just said a few meaningful words and got very angry. What should she do?

At this time, the silver-haired old man coughed twice, woke up in a daze, and then said a second before Murong Qianqian opened his mouth: "You are not allowed to speak, you wait until I finish speaking before you speak.

First, I am not mute, second, I am very polite, and third, I am the real father-in-law of the land." As he said this, he patted his chest angrily.

Murong Qianqian was surprised that the old man in front of her was not mute. When she heard the next words, she thought about it for a moment, and then fell down from the chair as expected.

This person never imagined that the old man in front of him, who had no fairy spirit, was actually the father-in-law of the land. This fairy was really bullying people.

"Um...you said you are the father-in-law of the land, you are the father-in-law of the land. Why should I believe you? You prove it~" Murong Qianqian climbed onto the chair with trembling feet, but said with great disbelief.
Chapter completed!