Chapter 187: First

Chapter 187: First

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

When everyone had arrived, Cen Qingyou asked Qiao Wan, "Xin Yi, are you nervous?"

Joe shook his head.

This spring has been dry for a long time, and all she has to do is how to make the spring come out again.

But she has never learned water spells. Qiao Wan thought about it a little hesitantly: "Second Young Master, am I able to do this?"

"It's enough to use your magic energy."

As of now, I can only bite the bullet.

Under everyone's attention, Qiao Wan rushed the ducks onto the shelves and walked to the spring, and looked down at the dry spring.

Since we want to let the spring water come out, we must have a sense of ritual.

So, after thinking for a second, hesitated for a while, put on a very shameful and coercive posture, and began to mobilize the demonic energy in the whole body, and meditated a sentence in my heart.

Gunara, the **** of darkness - Wuhulahu - black demon transformed.

Quanyan, change! !

Looking from the direction of the crowd, the moment the girl stood in front of Quan, the black demonic energy penetrated from the limbs, covering Qiao Wan's figure like a fog, and the black demonic energy seemed to be substantive. As if along the skirt, all the way into the spring.

It didn't take long for the long-dry spring to come out with a clear spring, moisturizing the dry and cracked soil.

Wait, this spring? !

The Shuifeng Sect disciples widened their eyes in disbelief.

What even the high priest and saintess can't do, this ordinary girl in front of her can do it? !

Chu Yanfeng's heart sank, and the base of his tongue was a little numb. He raised his eyes and looked at Quanyan in disbelief.

Is this... the pariah is really the emperor of the demon domain?

How can it be? !

However, even if he is not willing to admit it, the truth is clearly in front of him.

But that's it...

The forefoot is still knocking with him. You are a life-and-death scumbag. Is it the Demon Domain Emperor Concubine? !

How does this look like Mei Xiang? ! !

Demon Domain is famous for being a coquettish flower, but her niece actually looks like this? !

Also shocked was Shui Fengxiao, who looked at Quanyan and was so shocked that the hood was blown off by the wind and fell down, revealing Zhang Yingjun's cold and solemn face.

Shui Fengxiao's eyes were filled with fear.

If the person in front of you is Di Ji? Then who were they holding before?

Shui Fengxiao couldn't help but look sideways.

Mu Xiaoxiao, who was surrounded by maids, was dressed to the extreme, with a soft and beautiful appearance, a skirt like a phoenix feather, and bead and jade all over his body.

His divination was wrong...they...wrong person.

As if being slapped on the face, Shui Fengxiao pursed his lips tightly.

Since taking over the Holy Religion, he has never made such a big gap! He even got Di Ji wrong!

However, Shui Fengxiao was able to bend and stretch even if he was able to achieve this position.

"My subordinates meet Di Ji."

As Shui Fengxiao knelt down, everyone looked at each other in dismay, and in the next second, hula la knelt down a lot.

"Di Ji!!"

"Meet Di Ji!!"

In this case, there are ignorant followers of the Shuifeng Sect who can't help but quietly ask their companions.

"Since this is the Emperor Ji? What did the high priest bring back?"

The "Holy Maiden" brought back by the high priest has a beautiful face and a friendly smile. Yesterday they also saw the "Holy Maiden" holding the corners of her skirt, bare feet, treading water to play.

How did it change in one day?

Although the sound was small, it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Mu Xiaoxiao, who was sitting upright in the carriage, was stunned for a moment.

Random pretty face turned pale, and looked at Shui Fengxiao nervously.

Due to the limited field of vision, I saw a small half of the man's stern profile.

high priest he...

I couldn't help but look at Quanyan again.

Qiao Wan was still standing in front of Quan, unable to see the expression on his face.

The people below knelt down for a long time, and finally Cen Qingyou cried out. As soon as he stood up, Shui Xian bowed down and saluted, begging for the crime: "I failed to recognize Di Ji, it's my subordinate's fault, I beg Di Ji to punish."

Cen Qingyou: "The elder is exempt from the ceremony. It is not the elder's fault for this."

After a few words, he was sure that he couldn't burn himself. Shui Xian stroked his beard and started to fire at Shui Fengxiao with a smile: "Since this is the Diji in front of me, what about the saintess invited by the high priest?"

What is true and what is false is clear at a glance!

Who is the real saint, who is the real emperor! !

For a moment, Mu Xiaoxiao squeezed her fingers uneasily.

She...she is fake.

Lost in thought.

High priest, he...will he hate her from now on that she lied to him?

Feeling that something was wrong, Chu Yanfeng tilted his head and saw the girl's tearful eyes, her wet eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Holy..."

After a pause, he changed his name.

"Miss Mu? Are you okay?"

Cen Qingyou said lightly: "Now, can the high priest believe it?"

Shui Fengxiao was silent for a moment: "Please punish the emperor."

Chu Yanfeng clenched his sword tightly, withdrew his gaze from Mu Xiaoxiao, took a big step, and knelt down with Shui Fengxiao: "Please punish Di Ji."

This is Di Ji.

No matter what order she gave, even if she wanted him to die now, he had to do it.

Qiao Wan was a little troubled.

She... doesn't seem to have anything to blame? You can't ask these people in front of you to pick up the lunch, right?

However, she is still very vengeful.

After thinking about it, Qiao Wan's expression became serious.

I was already prepared to be tortured. Unexpectedly, the girl in front of me thought for a while, and suddenly said with a serious expression: "Your monthly salary is gone."

Chu Yanfeng was stunned.

What?

Qiao Wan: "There are no holidays, whether it is the Spring Festival or the Mid-Autumn Festival, or the Dragon Boat Festival and the Lantern Festival. There are no rest days."

Shui Fengxiao raised his eyes in shock.

Qiao Wan continued to read ruthlessly: "I have to work overtime until midnight every day."

"You have to have three meetings a day, you have to be there to speak, and you have to write a meeting report afterwards."

"Every year... the Shuifeng Sect must hold an annual meeting." Qiao Wan pondered, "Do you understand the annual meeting? You must prepare a show every year."

"You go to write a review now, I don't care whether you get off work or not, I will do it now."

Feel the revenge of the social animal's anger! ! Tremble in the light of her princelings! Stupid wage earner!

Chu Yanfeng:  …

In fact, at that time, Chu Yanfeng had not yet realized what this meant.

Until half a month later, Chu Yanfeng's face hurt and cried.

It really hurts.

The Demon Domain Emperor Ji is really a ferocious creature, what kind of human suffering is this.

A few years later, Chu Yanfeng, who could not bear the oppression, defected to the Demon Territory. While doing errands under Mei Kangping, he discovered that the oppression was passed down by his uncle and nephew! !

The capitalist boss Party A spoke at the mouth, and Qiao Wan's inner villain rolled silently.

Damn, so cool! ! She is cool! !

After waiting for Qiao Wan to finish speaking, Cen Qingyou turned to look at her: "Xin Yi, let's go."

"I'll send you away."

With the blessing of Emperor Ji's identity, when going out this way, the Shuifeng Sect was silent, and no one dared to stop him.

Under the watchful eyes of all the people, Qiao Wan walked up to Mu Xiaoxiao, stretched out her hand outside Bu Nian, and said calmly, "Go."

Mu Xiaoxiao raised her eyes.

The sun hangs high in the sky, the sunlight is a bit dazzling, the girl standing in front of the backlight, the butterfly hair accessories on the temples seem to be twinkling.

In this deafening cry, the girl stretched out her hand to her.

It's all over.

Mu Xiaoxiao watched silently.

These glory, these flattery, and the brilliance of these saintesses are like a dream. This is the halo that others have placed on her head, which can be easily given to her and easily taken back.

In front of him, only Qiao Wan is real.

Mu Xiaoxiao lifted the hem of her skirt and jumped off the chariot, her face burning with pain.

He hesitated and asked, "Junior Sister Wan'er...you...how did you do it?"

"Thank you... the God of Darkness, Gunara," Qiao Wan twitched the corners of her mouth and added, "Probably."

Gunara the **** of darkness?

Mu Xiaoxiao was shocked.

What kind of fairy is this? Why did she never listen to the master?

...

As soon as they walked out of the Shuifeng Sect, they unexpectedly bumped into Xiao Boyang, Liang Yiqing and Kunshan.

"Senior Sister Mu!"

"Friend Joe!"

A title that has been separated.

Cen Qingyou watched silently as the Kunshan disciples hurried over and surrounded Mu Xiaoxiao.

In the crowd, Xiao Boyang glanced at Qiao Wan, frowned and looked around.

Okay, no injuries.

"Xinyi." Cen Qingyou tilted his head to greet him.

Qiao Wan was taken aback and scratched his head: "What's wrong?"

This is his friend, and since no one cares about his friend, it is up to him to care.

At this moment, another cold and moist voice suddenly came across.

"Qiao Wan." His voice was cold and hoarse, as if restraining.

Glancing out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the young man in front of him, with black boots tied around his waist, his ponytail hanging behind his back, a little red between his brows, the color of a spring dawn.

The boy lowered his eyes: "You..."

It's alright.

The three short words seemed to be stuck in the throat, neither advancing nor retreating, unable to say anything.

Is this, Pei Chunzheng?

Cen Qingyou was slightly surprised, he still had a little impression that this seemed to be the fellow Daoist Pei who came to his mother for medical treatment.

Pei Chunzheng's black eyes landed firmly on Qiao Wan's neck, his hands clenched tightly, and his knuckles turned white.

The red mark on the girl's neck seems to have faded a lot, but it is still ambiguous and clear, but Qiao Wan doesn't seem to notice it at all, and is still scratching her head embarrassedly talking to Cen Qingyou.

The corners of his eyes didn't show the slightest glance at the others.

She didn't seem to care about the obvious eccentricity of the Kunshan group.

Cen Qingyou thought for a while, twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand, and turned to block in front of Qiao Wan, isolating the young man's sight.

Pei Chunzheng froze slightly.

Cen Qingyou looked at his friend tenderly: "Xin Yi. I'm leaving."

Qiao Wan was shocked: "Now?"

"Can you stay?"

Although knowing that the possibility of the other party agreeing is relatively small, Qiao Wan asked again nervously.

She couldn't bear Cen Qingyou.

It's a shame to say it though.

Joe was downcast.

But she doesn't have many friends, Gan Nan is one, Meng Canglang and the others are three or four, and there are not many friends who can discuss Little Butterfly with her.

After thinking about it for a while, Qiao Wan's strong man plucked up his courage and blurted out.

"I, I, I... I can't bear you!!"

There is nothing to be ashamed of to be reluctant to be friends!

After speaking, he was relieved, and Qiao Wan solemnly looked at the young man in front of him.

She couldn't bear his intentions and wanted Cen Qingyou to know!

But I didn't see the sudden change in the young man's expression not far away at the moment when he said these words, his whole body became cold little by little, and his chest was churning constantly.

Cen Qingyou was stunned for a moment, and a subtle feeling spread in his heart.

Warm, clear and crystal clear.

Between men and women, it is inevitable that they will be ambiguous when they talk, but he has no such thoughts about Qiao Wan at all, and Qiao Wan does not mean this to him.

They are friends.

Therefore, Cen Qingyou also cherished this feeling in his heart, and his eyes were solemn: "Xinyi, I can't bear you either."

"As long as you have the heart, you and I will meet again. Come over here."

Qiao Wan did not suspect him, and leaned forward a little.

Unexpectedly, Cen Qingyou suddenly came up to her and gave her a warm and firm hug.

This hug completely fooled Qiao Wan.

But in the next second, something cold was stuffed into her hand, and then the hug was covered up, blocked by her cuff, and stuffed into her palm.

Cen Qingyou's voice swept past his ears like a spring breeze.

Feeling the cold gaze of the young man falling on his back, Cen Qingyou silently pointed to the thing in Qiao Wan's palm: "This is for you, eat it, it will be worth a hundred years of cultivation, I think you need it more than I do. it."