When An Xixia returned to her room, she found that it was just a firewood shed with no furniture at all. The place where she slept was a firewood pile on the ground.
She clasped her hands half on her chest and shook her head.
This condition and environment were almost the same as sleeping on a wire rope when she was on a mission.
She hummed softly and sat down without dissatisfaction, but as soon as she sat down, she found a book under the pile of firewood.
The book was covered with a thick layer of dust. She took it out and shook it, only to find that the page of the book said "Beast Controller's Manual". She knew that people who practice magic can control beasts, but they also need to
After reaching the fourth level, for a waste like her who doesn't know what level she is, the fourth level seems a bit out of reach.
She remembered that this book was given to her by her grandfather. Although she could not practice magic, her grandfather loved her very much. She remembered that when her grandfather gave her this book, he said to her: "Xia Xia"
, you have to remember that you are the best in the world, and you don’t have to take worldly views to heart."
Not long after her grandfather gave the book to her, her grandfather died in the war, and this book became Anxi Xia's most precious thing.
When An Xixia was sent to Qingjianmen by Priest An, she brought this book with her.
She was a little bored while sitting around, so she picked up the book and read it. In An Xixia's view, those so-called beast-controlling techniques were just using mental power to communicate with spiritual beasts, which was not difficult at all. It was difficult to control immortals.
The cultivation level of the art is improved.
She bent down to make her bed more comfortable, and Ye Youran's portrait fell out. She kicked the painting aside with some disgust.
But just after she finished kicking, she saw Ye Youran standing behind her in white clothes like snow, which startled her immediately. She asked in surprise: "Why are you here?"
"Come to see my wife!" Ye Youran said calmly, stretching out his hand and picking up his portrait from the ground.
An Xixia felt a headache when she saw him. This guy was as elusive as a ghost.
"Who are you?" An Xixia finally couldn't help but ask.
Ye Youran raised an eyebrow and looked at Anxi Xia with a half-smile and said: "Madam, you finally remembered to ask your husband's name."
After An Xixia had a verbal battle with him at the hot spring, she realized that it was unwise to argue with him. She didn't speak and just looked at him.
However, Ye Youran leisurely hung the portrait in his hand at the position closest to Anxi Xia and said, "This is a good place. It is suitable for you to burn incense and worship every day."
An Xixia said speechlessly: "Uncle, if I worship you like this every day, you are not afraid of shortening your life!"
"I can still bear your worship." After hanging the portrait, Ye Youran sat down next to An Xixia and said, "Anxi Xia, listen up, my name is Ye Youran."
An Xixia felt a little familiar when he heard his name, but for a moment she couldn't think of where she had heard his name before. She said very calmly: "Ye Youran, Yiye Youran, the surroundings are clear, the artistic conception is good, and the name is also
Yes, your father is very good at choosing names for you."
Ye Youran felt that she had to react a little when she heard his name, but she didn't expect that she acted like a normal person and praised his name. She was indeed the woman he fell in love with and her magnanimity was extraordinary.
He rarely announced his name, because every time he announced his name, he would scare a group of people. He didn't want to scare her, and it seemed that he really didn't scare her.