She was wondering in her mind, what on earth does this Mori Jingbing want to do?
How should she deal with him to avoid this big trouble?
The dignified demon lord, why did you come to the Haoyue Empire to live for nine thousand years?
What is the position of this nine thousand-year-old man?
Jiang Nai felt a little depressed at this time.
In the past, I was too lazy to read those books with missing arms and legs. Although Chun Ya found two boxes of books to make up for it last time, she still didn't know much about the entire Yuntian Continent.
She is nine thousand years old and has no idea who she is. She has a bald head. How should she deal with this man who is as mentally ill as she is?
Jiang Nai was about to speak when he looked up and saw the 9,000-year-old man frowning and looking at him with a troubled face.
"Baby, what kind of spiritual treasure do you like? Well, you can tell me whatever you like among the top 100 spiritual treasures in the Central Continent. I can help you find them!"
Jiang Nai:……
Why do you feel so reluctant to talk to the person in front of you?
It is a rare spiritual treasure to be found in this world. How come it is so easy to find this spiritual treasure in the mouth of Senjingyi?
The nine-thousand-year-old man blinked at her and mumbled aggrievedly: "Why don't you speak?"
"I... was momentarily fascinated by Demon Lord's countless splendors, and I couldn't think of what to say." Jiang Nai held it back for a long time before uttering this sentence.
The nine-thousand-year-old man suddenly smiled brightly, "Ah, baby, do you really think I'm pretty?"
Jiang Nai reluctantly nodded.
The 9,000-year-old man immediately said, "I see that you nodded very perfunctorily, and you are not willing to admit that I am beautiful."
Jiang Nai:……
A group of subordinates behind the 9,000-year-old Lord:...
What's going on? What kind of style does the boss have?
"Baby, where are you going? I'll give you a ride."
Jiang Nai said "Thank you", and then said seriously, "I am going to Xianlaiju for lunch now. The nine-thousand-year-old man is very busy, so it won't be troublesome."
The nine-thousand-year-old man burst into laughter and reached out to hold her little hand in a very familiar manner, "I'm not busy!"
Jiang Nai:???
"But haven't I already declined you, sir?"
Jiu Qiansui blinked, "Oh, really? Why didn't I hear it? Come on, baby, what kind of food do you like to eat? Do you like carrots?"
"Who likes to eat carrots? I'm not a rabbit!"
"What do you belong to?"
A group of subordinates behind the 9,000-year-old Lord:...
What's going on? The boss is really having a seizure!
"Lord Nine Thousand Years Old, didn't you just catch the murderer and return to the capital? Shouldn't you immediately go to the palace to meet the saint and inform the emperor of the good news?"
"Oh, there's no need to rush. The murderer can't escape anyway, so what does it matter if it's earlier or later?"
Jiang Nai smacked her little hand hard, but didn't pull it back, her little face tensed up.
When we arrived at the entrance of Xianlaiju, a waiter immediately ran out to greet us.
But when he saw the smiling man next to Jiang Nai, the waiter's jaw almost dropped. His feet went limp and he called out in a trembling voice, "Nine, nine thousand years old man."
"Get up. Why are you kneeling? It seems that I am so scary. Don't scare my baby." The 9,000-year-old man cursed angrily, took Jiang Nai's little hand, and walked directly into Xianlai Residence.
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Everyone on the first floor of Xianlaiju stood up and knelt down one after another, shouting "Nine Thousand Years Old Master".
"It's boring." The 9,000-year-old man snorted, "Everyone, get up."