"It seems that everyone in our demon tribe is not that strong..." Chu Xia smacked her lips and finally gave up the idea of letting Ji Qinghe take him with him to fly together.
After packing a few things, he followed Ji Qinghe and walked into the snow.
"Sister-in-law, I can't say that. Everyone in the demon clan has his or her own talents, just like us humans. Not everyone is a pianist, nor is everyone a dancer. We are each good at different things. Same, so I can't generalize. Anyone who knows everything is a member of the royal family." Ji Qinghe explained to Chu Xia aggrievedly while slowly flying forward with Nie Hanqiu on his back.
"Oh..." Chu Xia nodded with some understanding, then looked at his figure floating in the air and asked casually: "Then what am I good at??"
"Close combat." Ji Qinghe said to Chu Xia proudly: "Is he responsible for protecting their boss?"
"..." Chu Xia was slightly startled, hesitated for a while, and then said to him: "It seems that those stupid humans can also do close combat skills, right? That kind of thing can't be considered a specialty of the demons, right? ?”
Ji Qinghe's face froze for a moment with a proud expression, and then he smiled at Chu Xia and said: "But his close combat skills are better than humans, his speed is faster than them, and his ability to dodge is better than them. Are you even more powerful than them?"
"Oh, to be honest, I just rely on the racial talent of the demons and have the skills of humans." Chu Xia curled her lips and said with some disdain.
“…”
Sister-in-law, I must not ask for sharp words.
Ji Qinghe's heart suddenly burst into tears.
"He said, Qinghe..." After Chu Xia walked behind Ji Qinghe for a while, she suddenly said to him: "I beg you, Donglai is walking on the ground. He sees me floating in the air. The height and speed put him to shame, and it was hard to keep his feet on the ground."
"Sister-in-law..." Ji Qinghe turned around, looked at her with tears in his eyes, and said pitifully: "Do I honestly despise his skills?"
"Uh... haha..." He greeted Ye Yidong for the first time, and then smiled awkwardly and said: "No, isn't he worried that I will consume my magic power? What if those traitors come to trouble them again?"
"No." Ji Qinghe said with certainty towards Chu Xia: "Did those traitors come to the port to confirm the identity of Yidong and their boss? It would not be that easy to kill their boss. According to the legend, he must be killed. If you want to lose the Demon King, you must ask..."
His voice suddenly paused, and then he smiled at Chu Xia and said: "It's nothing, anyway, if they don't have foolproof legs, they won't hit their boss."
"Oh..." Chu Xia nodded, then hesitated for a while, and muttered in a low voice: "No, then I hope Nie Hanqiu didn't kill their legs, but instead had a fever and was sick. It seems to be more convenient."
"..." Ji Qinghe's smile suddenly froze.
Sister-in-law, I am so sharp, is it really okay?
Although the boss really won’t die that easily, it seems hard to say whether he will get sick or not...
Sigh... What's more, in a few days, their boss will have the most important moment in his life.
(End of chapter)