Qingjiu touched her particularly uncomfortable chest and turned around. She turned around and strode towards her host. While looking at Qing Huan's face, she repeated in an urgent tone: "Ah Huan, how are you feeling?"
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At first glance, I was shocked. The face in front of me was too immature. It was at least three or four years younger than the previous face. Moreover, the charm and beauty on the face had also disappeared a lot, and it was replaced by Ru Lang.
Her clean temperament is as clear as the moonlight breeze, and even though the ends of her eyes are slightly rouge-colored, she is even more bright and beautiful, charming but not vulgar, gorgeous but not enchanting, just like a fairy child alive!
Moreover, Qingjiu didn't know if it was her own illusion. She suddenly looked at the host, but she didn't dare to look into the host's eyes. Even after looking at the face for a few more times, her eyes felt stinging.
This is???
"I got my body back..." Qing Huan frowned, looked at her fair and slender hands, and continued: "However, the Dantian is locked by an invisible force, and the spiritual power cannot be used."
However, although the spiritual power could not be used, it accidentally pierced the membrane of the spiritual sea, and the unknown golden spiritual power in the body was also fully controlled, which was a blessing in disguise.
The reason why he knew so much about mental power was that Cheng Muyan had often used it in front of him before, and had also given him a lot of information in detail. He had not considered this level before, but now that layer of light-shielding cloth was suddenly pierced, everything suddenly became clear.
Be cheerful.
Even the invisible inheritance he had received in the underwater world was accepted by a strange combination of circumstances and successfully mastered. Even with the dense golden spiritual power accumulated in his body, he knew that this was not spiritual power, but the purest and cleanest dragon power.
gas.
This time he was attacked and it came to his rescue!
Qing Huan raised her eyebrows slightly, and then she had the time to look at Qing Jiu. She was happy at first glance. With the inherited memory, Qing Huan certainly knew what the black mist floating around Qing Jiu was - it was demonic energy, and
It was only hovering around Qingjiu, even attached to her clothes, but there was no trace of it in her body, which was also weird!
However, even so, Qingjiu felt uncomfortable. He felt as if he had been beaten with a sack last night. His whole body was sore and painful. If there were no scars and bruises on his body, he would really doubt whether someone entered the house last night.
Got the thief.
Speaking of the thief, Qingjiu thought of what she had just seen. She held her waist and arched her back to pack the bedding on the floor: "Forget it, is it your own body? Your situation is not bad anyway, it's just me who just
I see that the formation seems to have been broken and everything is broken, so I have to arrange it early tonight when I come back."
As he said this, he cried out in pain, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," Qing Huan really couldn't bear to see how pitiful and obedient he was. There was no expression on his face, but there was a bit of disgust in his eyes, "Go out and wash up.
I'll just take care of it."
I just folded the bedding, then folded it again, picked it up and threw it into the cupboard.
Qingjiu not only held her waist, but also limped and walked out like a sickly and delicate young lady.
Tu Heping came in with a few maids to serve the two of them, and asked them to get up. As soon as they reached the door, they saw Qing Jiu walking out with such an awkward look.
Putting the wooden basin on the washstand, Tu Heping turned around and looked at Qingjiu's painful expression. His face was a little dazed, and he asked with concern: "Did you fall when you went to the latrine last night without looking at the road?
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Qingjiu: "..."
Fortunately, he just came out and saw someone and sat on the chair. Otherwise, he staggered when he heard these words. I am afraid that his old waist, which is already sore and painful, would break. Look, look, look.
Look, is this girl speaking human language?
Qingjiu sat depressed for a while. She didn't want to answer his question, but she was afraid that this unfounded incident would spread to the outside world and ruin her reputation. She said angrily, "I didn't go to the latrine last night."
As a result, as soon as this sentence was said, the eyes of others became more complicated. Even Tu Heping's expression was incomprehensible. He sighed, patted Qingjiu's shoulder, turned around and walked towards the inner room. How could he have such a waist at such a young age?
Isn’t it okay? I just slept on the floor for a few days? Young people are pampered, and their bodies are weak!
Look how strong I am, every night...every night I can punch several sets without even breathing!
Tu Heping knocked on the door gently and walked in after hearing the answer. The young man inside was already fully dressed and was holding a lot of smooth black hair. When he saw Tu Heping coming in, he only glanced at it and then looked after himself.
Self-consciously doing his own thing: "Ask two trustworthy people to come in and clean the inside carefully, especially in the corners. Don't leave any dirt behind. Change the sheets and bedding. I had a nightmare last night."
Drenched in sweat..."
Tu Heping stood quietly, listening to the young man's explanation in an orderly manner, with a bit of inquiry and suspicion in his eyes. He just saw that Brother Su's face seemed to have become tenderer? Wasn't the sweat he had last night caused by the breakthrough?
Dirty stuff, right?
He has seen how hard Brother Su has been training and studying during this period. He must have worked hard to achieve a breakthrough last night. Thinking of this, Tu Heping's eyes widened with a smile, and there was a bit of a smile on his face.
"Yes, I heard everything clearly. Brother Su, do you have other matters?" When no one is around, Tu Heping always calls him Brother Su. Tu Qiansu will not refute, and sometimes Tu Qiansu even makes people nervous by playing pranks.
Eyes, angrily and furiously calling Tu Er, there are many times when he is a waiter, but if there are outsiders around, Tu Heping still has to do his duty and call him Er Shao, or Young Master or something like that.
However, the relationship between the two is not bad. It is not as serious as the general relationship between master and servant. It would be fine if it is a little more formal.
"Well, it's almost done. I think there's nothing going on here. You can go call Taiwei, Haozi and the others." Tu Qiansu turned around after tying up his hair, looked into Tu Heping's eyes and frowned, then was unsure.
He turned to the dressing mirror on one side and muttered with some suspicion: "Is it because I wake up early and go to bed early recently? I always feel that the skin on my face has gotten better recently."
As he spoke, he gently pinched the flesh on his face.
Tu Heping secretly smiled, his brother Su was quite narcissistic.
He shook his head, turned around and walked towards the door. However, he never expected from the beginning to the end that this Brother Su was not that Brother Su.
From the dressing mirror, she saw Tu Heping's face turning away without any doubt. Qing Huan's eyes were always calm. She even glanced at her own face a few more times, vaguely seeing the golden light that occasionally flashed in her eyes.
He frowned and quietly closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again.