We are cannon fodder, and we are leading the way in cultivating immortals.

Chapter 107 Moody

Several days passed in a flash. Wen Xiangyi had been locked in the room these days. From time to time, some beautiful maids would come in to serve her.

Those maids are naturally beautiful, but they are like emotionless wooden people. They don't say a word, and even their expressions are uniform.

Wen Xiangyi suspected that they were not real people at all, nor were they monsters. They should be spiritual puppets made by Qiu Yuan.

How worried are you that she will get information and run away from here?

And Qiu Yuan himself would come to see Wen Xiangyi at a fixed time every day. He would always talk about boring topics all over the world. Sometimes he would make one or two greasy quotes from the boss, and then attack Wen Xiangyi. Move your feet.

From the first day when she saw Qiu Yuan touching Su Yuning, touching his face and twitching his hair from time to time, Wen Xiangyi knew that Qiu Yuan, a pervert, liked to eat tofu.

So every time he spoke, Wen Xiangyi watched carefully, and once he made any movement to reach out, he would immediately hide away.

Every time he encountered this situation, Qiu Yuan was not annoyed, but looked at her with interest, as if there were a few big words written in his charming eyes: Woman, you have successfully attracted my attention.

Fortunately, he didn't force it, so after so many days, Wen Xiangyi didn't get hurt by him, but she felt very tired.

On this day, Wen Xiangyi meditated in the room as usual to see if he could try to break the spirit sealing ring.

There were waves of spiritual power fluctuations in the room, and then the restriction was opened, and a wisp of green smoke drifted across Qiu Yuan and appeared in front of her.

Looking at Wen Xiangyi sitting cross-legged on the ground, his heart moved, and he bent down and reached out to touch her cheek.

Wen Xiangyi opened his eyes suddenly, took the stool next to him very quickly and placed it between the two of them, blocking Qiu Yuan's hand abruptly.

Qiu Yuan's hand paused in the air, but he was not angry. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Wen Xiangyi with a half-smile.

Wen Xiangyi took advantage of this opportunity to quickly stand up from the ground, and with a leap he opened a long distance from Qiu Yuan.

"Aren't you a demon king? Why are you so idle and come to my place every day?"

Qiu Yuan calmly withdrew his hand and raised a playful curve on his lips, "Who said that the demon king must take care of everything every day?"

Wen Xiangyi clicked his tongue, "Then your boss, the Demon Emperor, is quite broken when he encounters a subordinate like you."

If he doesn't do anything all day long, he just looks for women, and he can't control the shit in his lower body.

Qiu Yuan smiled and shook his head, approaching Wen Xiangyi step by step, "I prefer to stay with Yi'er than doing boring things."

Wen Xiangyi was so disgusted by his voice that she almost had goosebumps falling off her skin.

She calmly took another step back, frowned and said, "I told you not to call me that name."

"Then what shall I call you?"

Wen Xiangyi wanted to reply and call you uncle, but thinking of how moody this guy was, he didn't commit suicide.

Looking at the other party's charming eyes, she had an idea and raised the corners of her lips, "It's just a title. It's so simple. Why don't you call me Ayi."

Ayi is equal to aunt.

If you don't want to be his uncle, you should first be his aunt, and then when you surpass him in cultivation, you can directly treat him as his ancestor, cut this lustful bitch into pieces, and use the fox fur to make a nest for Baozi. "Ayi." Qiu Yuan didn't seem to think anything was wrong. He looked at Wen Xiangyi and recited it softly. The two short words seemed particularly lingering on the tip of his tongue, and so did his eyes.

Wen Xiangyi sighed and suppressed a smile in her heart. This bitch kept ogling her. She probably thought she was quite flirtatious. In fact, she was already his elder.

Qiu Yuan looked at Wen Xiangyi's smiling eyes, his eyes deepened a little, and he came a little closer, reaching out his hand to pick Wen Xiangyi's chin.

Even though Wen Xiangyi was suppressing a smile, she was always on guard against Qiu Yuan. Seeing that he was about to attack again, she quickly dodged aside.

"What are you hiding from? Can't you even touch her?" Qiu Yuan did not take back his hand, he lightly curled it with his fingertips, and then looked at Wen Xiangyi playfully.

Wen Xiangyi looked at him with a dead smile, "If you like touching your face and pinching your chin, go find Su Yuning. She likes this way better."

Qiu Yuan raised his eyebrows, "Are you jealous?"

Wen Xiangyi:? ? ?

no?How could this bitch know that she was jealous?The co-author is not only humble, but also very trustworthy, right?

Perhaps her silence was too deafening, Qiu Yuan showed a thoughtful expression, then sat down at the table, propped his head and said, "I know you two are not getting along, but I believe there will always be One day you will get along peacefully, because I don’t like to see intrigues between women.”

Wen Xiangyi rolled her eyes silently in her heart, who cares whether you like to see it or not?
Moreover, Qiu Yuan, the co-author, wanted to take her and Su Yuning under his wing, so that he could live out his spring and autumn dreams!

She was half leaning against the wall with her hands on her hands, a sarcastic expression in her eyes, "So?"

Qiu Yuan's eyes suddenly darkened, and the next second he flashed in front of Wen Xiangyi, strangled her neck, and said in a cold tone, "I must have told you in the past few days, if you want to live a good life, be good." One thing, don’t make me angry, and don’t test my bottom line just because you are similar to her.”

Wen Xiangyi was choked so hard that she couldn't breathe. She struggled twice and found that she couldn't get away, so she just stared at Qiu Yuan.

She is barefoot now and is not afraid of wearing shoes. If you have the ability, kill her now, maybe she will return to modern times directly.

However, Qiu Yuan just stared at her coldly for a long time, then let go of his hand, his slender fingers gently swirling around her neck, "As long as you be good, I will give you everything you want." ."

After he finished speaking, his body turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared into the air.

Wen Xiangyi's tense body suddenly relaxed, and she collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.

The place on his neck where he had been pinched felt a slight pain. Wen Xiangyi got up from the ground and ran to the dressing table to look into the mirror and found that it was bruised.

Her skin is very white, so the fingerprints are particularly obvious.

Wen Xiangyi touched the bruised area and clenched his teeth subconsciously. Although his cultivation was sealed, his body was still that of a monk in the foundation-building stage, and his skin was as invulnerable as a copper wall.

However, now that Qiu Yuan pinched him, he was bruised. One can imagine how strong Qiu Yuan was just now, and he must have had spiritual power in his hands at that time.

If he met a mortal with low cultivation level or no cultivation level at all, he would probably have his neck broken on the spot.

After taking several deep breaths, Wen Xiangyi gradually regained his composure, and belatedly realized that the words and expression he just said should be exactly the same as Yu Ning'er's expression before her death.

Otherwise Qiu Yuan wouldn't have such a big reaction.

(End of this chapter)