Pluto's Favorite: Miss Nine

Chapter 237
Yuan Ji ignored her, and the speed of her subordinates became faster and faster. She dared to take the three real fires that Qingluan spewed out as a joke. If the fire poison broke out, even the gods would be hard to save.

Seeing her slouching all the time, he thought she was not injured, but he didn't want her to be stubborn, so he just endured the pain and wanted to get back what he had suffered.

"Yuan Ji, did you hear me, I'm cold." Yun Chuxi protested.

"You're so cold that you won't have a long memory." His expression was grim, and he seemed angry.

Yun Chuxi opened her mouth, not wanting to speak anymore.

At this moment, she saw that the leg exposed to the air, except for a piece of skin, the flesh inside was all rotten.

However, before she could finish being surprised, her whole body suddenly hung in the air, and with a bang, it fell into a warm pool.

The warm water covered the top of the head, and the wound, which was numb from the pain, suddenly became extremely sensitive, excruciatingly painful, and his complexion suddenly changed.

In a blur, she watched Yuan Ji standing on the surface of the pool, his white clothes billowing in the wind, his face as cold as a spring.

The overload of pain overwhelmed her, and the figure above her head became more and more blurred.

After an unknown amount of time, I vaguely heard a noisy sound, opened my eyes, and saw a grand lobby with singing and dancing, and drinking and drinking.

There were people coming and going at the banquet, saying nothing more than: "Little God congratulates Shenji Xiyue for becoming Emperor Zun's disciple."

Every time at this moment, Xiyue raises her glass from a distance, raises her head and drank it down in one gulp.It could be seen that she didn't like such an occasion, so she stayed for a while, got up and left the banquet.

She was holding a cloud, her figure was unstable, and she looked like she had drunk too much.Suddenly, something bumped into the cloud she was stepping on, and her figure staggered, falling directly from the cloud head.

all the way down, down
Amidst the flying grass, the thatched cottage was smashed into a huge hole, and Xiyue fell into the arms of a man.

Wearing a mask, the man was lazily lying on the bed, propping his head with one hand and holding a bamboo slip with the other.

On the wooden table a shot away from the bed, the charcoal fire in the small red clay stove flickered on and off, and the copper pot was steaming.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I accidentally smashed your hut."

The man looked at the beautiful woman in his arms, without raising his eyelids, he got up and walked to the wooden table, and poured a cup of tea: "It's okay."

After taking a sip, he glanced at the windy roof, and said in a neutral voice, "Don't worry about it, girl, you just need to fix the hut for Xiaosheng."

Xiyue supported her forehead, with guilt all over her face, she hurriedly said: "It must be."

After the man left, Xi Yue staggered out of the bed, raised her hand to pinch her, the thatched roof was not repaired, the house shook twice, and the whole thatched house collapsed.

A cry of pain came from the next room, Xiyue staggered and ran out, and finally found the masked boy in a pile of grass clippings.

"Young man, are you alright?"

The man didn't speak, flicked the grass clippings on his body, and glanced around: "Someone demolished your house, do you feel better?"

Xi Yue blushed slightly, coughed dryly, and said apologetically, "I'll build you a new one."

The man didn't say a word, which was a tacit consent.

In the next few days, Yun Chuxi saw such a scene.

A pretty woman was busy with tools, while a lazy man lay on the bed and gesticulated.

"The house you built is too big for my liking."

"The house you built is too small for my liking."

"The house you built is too low, I don't like it."

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After more than ten days of tossing like this, the thatched hut that Xiyue built finally satisfied the man.

On the day the thatched hut was built, Xiyue bid farewell and left.When she left, it was snowing, and the man held an umbrella and watched her disappear on the horizon.

The dream came to an abrupt end, and the smell of meat wafted over.

Yuan Ji stood in front of the bed with a slight smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)