"Thank you for your hard work, Xiaoxuan." After a night of practice, Yun Qingyan's ankle injury has healed a little under the dual effects of ointment and Yuanli. However, it took a hundred days for her to move her muscles and bones, and now she can't walk anymore. I still have a slight limp and can't use my left foot with much force.
After touching Xiao Xuan's head, Yun Qingyan picked it up and put it on her shoulders.
"As a reward, I want to eat meat!" Xiao Xuan chimed. Under the influence of his master, this little weapon spirit didn't know what politeness meant.
"You're the one who's greedy!" Yun Qingyan smiled as she flicked its plush head and took back the bloodthirsty vine she used to wrap around the door.
The jade two-color vine quickly shrank into a ball and turned into a small bracelet wrapped around her hand.
Yun Qingyan slowly opened the door.
"Squeak!"
What faced him was Jiang Wuya's captivating eyes.
Half of his face was covered by a silver mask, but he was still an enchanting and beautiful young man squatting at the door of the room, looking at her pitifully, and said in a seductive voice, "Master, how could you have the heart to throw this slave outside the house? Let the slave blow the cold desert wind all night?"
Yun Qingyan was slightly startled when he saw such a charming face all morning.
While she was dazed—
"Uh-huh!"
A few rumblings!
The sharp silver darts came towards Yun Qingyan's face!
A sharp cold light flashed in her eyes, she turned around, dodged those silver darts, and kicked Jiang Wuya's handsome face with her right foot!
"Bang!" The silver dart plunged into the wooden bed beam with terrifying force. Soon, the wooden block was corroded with a large number of pitted marks!
At the same time, there was a loud bang, and a purple figure retreated like lightning and landed firmly on the ground, bringing up a cloud of sand!
Under the haze of yellow sand, his rosy thin lips were slightly raised, and he stretched out his hand to pat the yellow sand on his body gracefully.
Looking at Jiang Wuya who was safe and sound, Yun Qingyan spoke venomously.
"What a shame.
How come the cold wind in the desert didn't kill this scourge last night? "
After absorbing the fire attribute energy last night, Yun Qingyan's strength has now recovered a bit. Facing this perverse and violent Jiang Wuya who doesn't play by the rules, Yun Qingyan feels a bit more confident.
Facing Yun Qingyan's ridicule, Jiang Wuya looked unconcerned.
He raised his lips with a smile, stretched his limbs lazily, gave Yun Qingyan a wink, and continued to disgust her,
"The master has not asked the slave to warm the bed. If the slave dies like this, doesn't he feel sorry for the master's love and cultivation?"
Facts have proved that God really prefers Jiang Wuya.
Even stretching and ogling, such inelegant actions carried by him carried an air of elegance and nobility, and did not make people feel vulgar or effeminate at all.
Putting his slender fingers on his chin, Jiang Wuya looked eager for discussion, "Master, the temperature difference between day and night in the desert is huge, and the nights are cold. Do you need a slave to warm your bed at night?"
"You?" Yun Qingyan glanced at him sideways, "If you don't take the opportunity to poison me and kill me with a knife at night, I will thank God."
"Master, you misunderstood me." Jiang Wuya seemed to be trapped in role-playing and couldn't extricate himself.
He said softly and gently, "How could I be such a cruel and cruel person
The most a slave can do is... pick on your tendons or break your feet while you sleep. "
Gently licking his red lips with the tip of his tongue, Jiang Wuya said with a smile, "For the time being, I can't bear to take your life..."
(End of chapter)