Jiang Xue: Humph, I haven’t paid enough deposit, so my little brothers won’t show you! He naturally said hello, remembering that although the person in front of him was no longer in the warehouse like he had just arrived, he often came to the warehouse, and he was more familiar with it.

With a try-out mentality, the fairy, Jewelry, asked with a smile: "Your Highness, your lord, do you know where the persimmon tree seeds are placed in the warehouse?"

Dadian Taiguangshi glanced at him, with a gloomy and powerful aura, which made Gexian Jianding unconsciously want to retreat, restrain his impulse, Gexian Jianding raised his eyes and looked at Dadian Taiguangshi and walked towards a corner, as if searching for something, and hurried over, "Is it here?"

The ceremony was so bright that the second ninth ninth was said lightly: "Shaoye and Zong San came to take it before, and there seemed to be a little left."

"Thank you very much." Gexian Jianding held the seed in his hand and bent down to thank him.

"Tsk, stay away from me..."

Before the Taiguang Shishi was finished, the song fairy made a good person card: "Your Highness of the Great Emperor is such a good person. If you have time, come to the kitchen to try new desserts together!"

The Grand Trinity Taiguangshi was silent for a moment, without refusing, nor did he agree, just turned his head away.

The fairy, Kenting, directly said goodbye and turned around to find Jiang Xuezuo's words when he agreed.

The breeze blew across the face, and the flowers floated across the river, and the words and the words of the few beads and beads were long. They scattered along the soft heads on the ground. The two closed their eyes, turned their beads, and silently recited the Buddha's Dharma. Even if the clothes on them were in the inner clothes, it was difficult to hide their untainted temperament.

As clean as a lotus, you can only see it from afar, and you cannot talk about it like them.

The fairy, Jewishen, stood not far away, holding the box containing seeds in her hand. Looking at their vast figure, she always felt that even the fields that had just been cultivated and the farm tools that were placed beside them could not dye these two people who looked like they were about to be immortal.

As soon as the corner of his mouth twitched, the immortal and the destiny couldn't help but think of someone in the same Buddhist existence in the Pill. In contrast, that person is really "practice" all the time...

Thinking of this, he suddenly widened his eyes and took the other party to carry out the "terrible" practice shortly after Shuzhumaru Hengji arrived. It seemed that Jiang Xuezuo's words could not escape the catastrophe!

He was thinking about going to find Zong San and Xiaoye to give some advice, asking them to keep an eye on Jiang Xue and not let him be accidentally abducted under low practice.

Songxian Jianding paused not far away for a long time, thinking about some things that were not there, and finally raised his foot and walked slowly to the other side.

Bent over slightly, the fairy, Jeong-sing-Ding resisted the guilt in his heart of "disturbing the Dharma of those who worship Buddha". His mouth opened and closed a few times before he said something: "Jiang Xuejun, Juzhuwanjun..."

Jiang Xuezuo raised her eyes with her blue eyes as clear as the lake water, but she was calm. He just gently swept the song fairy and calm, swept her long eyelashes and said lightly: "That's it."

"It's true." Shizhumaru Hengji also responded with a smile on his lips.

The fairy, Kenting San, was confused, ha? What are you talking about? Why can’t I understand? Did I miss something?

There was no too much entanglement here. Gexian Kenting put the box in the palm of his hand into Jiang Xuezuo's hand, "These are the remaining seeds in this pill, and the others have been taken away by everyone..." Although most of them were taken away by your brother, it is difficult to say this.

"Ah, thank you." Even though the fairy of Ge Ding did not say the words behind, Jiang Xuezuo still guessed a few points. His eyes paused on the fairy of Ge Ding's head for a second. I remember that the other person's shape was not like this in my dream last night, but put it down, and the long strand of head drooped on his forehead and fluttered with his movements.

In front of the question marks on Gexian Jianding's face, Jiang Xuezuo's words did not ask for doubts, but just nodded and turned back to his courtyard, probably for the sake of being more convenient in normal times. He thought about it so much, so he didn't care about such a simple thing.

Looking for a corner in the courtyard, he buried the seeds in the soil. Jiang Xuezuo Wenzi held a kettle and watered it. Seeing the soil becoming wet, he took it back and smiled.

It would be better to wait until they sprout in the future and then tell Zong San and Xiaoye. As a surprise, Jiang Xuezuo thought so and decided to water and fertilize himself when they are away to let them grow healthily. In this way, Xiaoye will eat the persimmons I planted in the future!

Thinking of this, he turned around and walked towards the corridor, holding a few stones in his hand, and hitting out from his fingertips with his own feelings. With only a few sharp sounds, the several traps set by Tsurumarao Kōrumaru was undoubtedly exposed.

Jiang Xuezuo's words secretly complained about the other party's bad habits, and slowly passed through it, calm and calm. He arrived at the corridor safely, raised his hand and opened the sliding door, and saw that there was already a person sitting there.

The witch's suit, which was red and white, was covered with black, and was wearing a folding fan on her body. She was calmly holding a tea cup to taste tea. She was the second floor who was said to have been sealed by Shenyin but broke through a small number of seals on her own!

"Who are you?!" Wu Ji Zhenzong drew his sword backwards and blocked Jiang Xue and the others. He looked at the smiling man in front of him vigilantly. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the sword in the other party's hand. This was a too-sword that was a little longer than Jiang Xue's left text. The engraved sword inscribed was "authentic". He thought about it for a moment, but he didn't think of the other party's identity.

Besides, how can a human maneuver be so fast? It is definitely a blessing in disgrace, but the maneuver of the sword... I silently reviewed the other party's speed as fast as a silhouette. It was as if riding a little skylark. Wuji Zhenzong's face turned black. This was definitely his own dark history. The sword that was about to reach the maximum level could not protect his partner!

The man did nothing more, but just frowned slightly and looked at Jiang Xuezuo's words who had put on the wound medicine again after putting on the wound, and chuckled, "I didn't expect you to be so weak. You shouldn't have grown so big, why didn't you even train your ability to fight?"

Jiang Xuezuo pulled the corner of her mouth, unable to tell what she felt at this moment, but just looked at the other person and moved her eyes. She saw that the Nabi Okamyosui, who was still watching, had walked slowly down, with only a sword left on her waist. She was silent for a moment, and finally, as if she had accepted her fate, she lowered her head and said lightly: "Hello, Master..."

"Master?!" The three of them turned to look at Jiang Xuezuo's words in surprise, and then looked at the man again. They really couldn't understand the reason for this title.

"That's what it is." The man smiled with satisfaction, his figure flashed, and he touched Jiang Xuezuo Wenzi's head, rubbed his head, "Be good."

Even Taro Tadao's eyes widened, probably because Jiang Xuezuo's writing usually looks like a brother in Honmaru, and he actually has such obedience.

With the title of Master, is he said to be a professor of Jiang Xuezuo's writing? He should be one of the swords of Oroka Esue Snowsai, and is it...?!

Shiro Hakata opened his eyes wide, raised his finger and pointed at the man, and said tremblingly: "Are you...Are you...Authentic Exue?"

The man, Jiang Xue genuinely smiled, "Yes, it's me, my little apprentice, please take care of you." As he said that, he pulled Jiang Xuezuo's words and looked at it carefully, and confirmed that he had no problem. He nodded with satisfaction, "It's fine, why is it so weak? I just slashed it with the back of the knife, and you actually flew out."

Jiang Xuezuo Wenzi raised his hand and threw it down on his head, "I'm relatively low in practice, and Master, you have always been stronger than me." After moving, you could still feel the tearing from the wound behind you. He was silent for a moment and whispered, "Are you satisfied like this?"

"Ha?" Jiang Xue was innocent and looked at Jiang Xuezuo's words in front of her blankly, "What did you just say?"

The people around him, Zhenzong raised his hand reflexively and wanted to cover his face. Oh my God, Zuo Wenzi's family's sadness came out.

"This world is full of sadness..." Jiang Xuezuo sighed slowly, shook her head lightly, and looked at Jiang Xue in front of her with a bit complicated look, containing emotions that the other party could not understand.

Jiang Xue Authentic: My apprentice is probably broken, right? What is this sadness? What is satisfaction? Explain it clearly, who taught my apprentice to ruin!!!

"Trouble." Thank you softly. Jiang Xuezuo's words left the knife forging room with the pressure cut Hasebu. Before leaving, he turned his head slightly and looked at Tsurumarae Kōmaru who was standing against the wall outside the knife forging room. His body was as white as a crane. His head was lowered, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but the breath around his body was full of depression.

The god-studyer slowly walked out of the knife forging room, skipped directly past Tsurumaru Kunao, and left here under his follower.

"What's wrong with Jiang Xuejun?" Yake Hasebe turned his head and asked in confusion, glanced at the figures of the god-studying master and Tsurumara Kōramaru Kōnaga not far away, "Today, Ji Jun's close servant is Tsurumara, let's go first."

Nodded slightly, Jiang Xuezuo's words did not miss the ominous aura he felt when he was born. Although he could not feel it now, he did not show too much emotion, and still maintained that cold look. His fingers turned the string of Buddhist beads and slowly followed the slashing of the chagu in front of him in another direction.

"Jiang Xuejun, please come in." Yu Jieqianba smiled and slowly pushed open a door. The dark aura inside the door made Jiang Xuezuo, who was standing outside the door, frowned unconsciously, with an unclean breath...

He tilted his head slightly, not sure if it was an illusion. Jiang Xuezuo's words seemed to see the blood color flashing in the eyes of the shackled Haguri. It was probably an illusion. He didn't feel anything wrong with the shackled Haguri. Jiang Xuezuo's words suppressed the doubts about this and walked into the room.
Chapter completed!