"Yes, yes, yes." The girl pouted, showing no interest. Her father always liked to reason with her, but over the years, she was tired of hearing it.
She tilted her head and asked what she had been doubting all along:
"Dad, why did you bring that silly boy with you?"
"Silly?" Xie Xin'an smiled and shook her head:
"Zhao Wuyang is not stupid. He is vigilant when he goes out and is good at taking advantage of the situation. How can he be called stupid when he has hidden cleverness?"
"But over the years, we have not seen dozens of people like this. There must be eight, nine or ten of them. But daddy, you obviously treat him a little differently this time."
The girl held her pretty face in her hands, puzzled:
"In the past, if we met on the road, dad, even if you wanted to give someone a ride, you would definitely have to collect spiritual stones or other rewards. This time, you didn't even collect a single spiritual stone."
"Don't you always want to have a junior brother?" Xie Xin'an tapped her finger on the table and looked at her daughter with a kind smile.
"Him?" the girl exclaimed, rolling her eyes:
"whispering sound.
He is a dull gourd, and his cultivation seems to be ordinary. "
Xie Xin'an laughed dumbly:
"The main thing is that he is not as handsome as your senior brother Ye, right?"
The girl was speechless, her pretty face turned red with embarrassment, and she mumbled:
"This is true, of course, there is a little reason..."
"You, you." Xie Xin'an shook her head:
"To know people, you need to know their hearts, and look at people less by their faces."
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Zhao Wujiang opened the window.
The items in the guest room are old and ordinary, and they are reasonably clean, but there is always a smell of dust.
I guess no one has lived there for a while.
As soon as the window is opened, the fresh night breeze blows into the house.
He also heard rustling and followed the sound. Through the window bars, he saw the bamboo forest with dancing shadows in the night.
And there is a well in the courtyard in front of the bamboo forest.
There is no cover to the well, and the well entrance is extremely dark at night, and it looks hazy like a huge mouth that bites people.
"Hey, what are the night rules of Xi Ling Inn that the waiter mentioned just now?" Zhao Wujiang scratched his head and couldn't remember for a while.
Since I stay indoors, there will be nothing to do at night, right?
Zhao Wujiang sat on the chair with an upright posture. He began to slowly adjust his breath and meditate.
After coming out of the Qingqiu Fox Clan's island, he walked steadily along the way. Although he was running around, he was not tired.
The only thing that made him a little tired was seeing Xuanyuan Jing's shadow in the pouring rain.
So real, yet untouchable.
The chill of the rain penetrated his mind, making him slightly tired.
As soon as Zhao Wujiang closed his eyes, there was a knock on the door, and a soft female voice came from outside the door:
"Guest Officer Zhao Wuyang, are you there?"
He didn't answer, but stood up and came to the door. With the vast demonic energy surging in his body, he calmly opened the door.
It was pitch dark outside the room, with only the faint candlelight swaying gently, and no other figures.
Zhao Wujiang glanced at the dark place and closed the door.
"Bang bang bang."
There was another rapid knock on the door.
"Is guest officer Zhao Wuyang here?"
Zhao Wujiang opened the door, and a gust of wind suddenly blew from the darkness. It was still dark outside the room, and the source of the female voice could not be found.
He took out the hatchet stuck behind his back, glanced indifferently outside the room, and slashed with the knife, and the light of the knife broke through the darkness outside the house in an instant.
The sword light reflected the tables, chairs, benches, counters, etc. in the inn, but no abnormalities were found.
Zhao Wujiang glanced coldly and closed the door with a bang.
"Is guest officer Zhao Wuyang here?"
The soft female voice came again.
Zhao Wujiang clutched the hatchet tightly.
He is very annoyed by this kind of people. He keeps asking if he is there. If he has something to do, he will just say it directly. If he is here, he will usually reply.
What a nuisance.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and did not open the door, because this time, he could tell that the familiar and soft female voice was not coming from outside the door.
The direction it came from was the small courtyard outside the window behind him.
He turned around and saw the well in the courtyard.
A pale hand came out of the well and rested on the edge of the well.
A soft female voice came from the well.
