Sweet Noble Heir

Jiang Wanbai did not rush back to the house, but walked outside, Qi Qingxing followed.

A moment later, Qi Qingxing stood by her side and said, "only at night will spiritual power drain away."

"Well." Jiang Wan nodded his head and said, "but there is no spiritual power here. Even if the spiritual power will not be lost during the day, it can be used up all the time. If there is no supplement, my spiritual power will be exhausted sooner or later."

After a pause, she looked in front of her and narrowed her eyes slightly. Her voice was a little light, as if she sighed, "if the spirit power and the evil spirit will be lost here, then we don't have to worry about meeting demons, but ghosts..."

Speaking of this, Jiang Wanbai's voice stopped suddenly. She looked at Qi Qingxing and saw Qi Qingxing's eyebrows twisting. She knew that he and she wanted to go together.

"Go back and ask him." Jiang Wan Bai Dao turns back to the house.

The South Gate Ziyang, who was going to leave, did not leave now. He sat there helping Qingzhu hot dry food. Seeing Jiang Wanbai and Qi Qing come in, he quickly stood up, wiped his palms on his clothes, and then grasped the hem of his clothes, "I I want to stay, I can do anything! "

"Can you cook?" Jiang Wanbai asked.

Nanmenziyang glanced at the hot pot of dry food, and his face showed a trace of hesitation, but soon he suppressed the hesitation. He spoke very fast and said, "yes!"

“……” Jiang Wanbai looks at his eyes without concealing suspicion.

Nanmenziyang soon couldn't hold up under Jiang Wanbai's eyes. His eyes flickered and looked east and West, but he didn't dare to look at Jiang Wanbai.

Jiang Wanbai knew from his hands that he was not a man who could do this, and although his clothes had been smeared in the desert, he could still see that it was a good cloth.

Even in the Nanmen aristocratic family, their status is certainly not low, at least they are always served by others.

Seeing that nanmenziyang could not stand still, Jiang Wanbai still let him go and said, "you don't have to do this. You just tell us everything you know about here, including the ghost king who took away your elder sister."

When Jiang Wanbai said those words, nanmenziyang was relieved and his expression relaxed. As a result, when Jiang Wanbai's last words were spoken, nanmenziyang's relaxed body was immediately tightened.

He pursed his lips heavily and frowned, "you Why do you want to know this... "

After saying this, he paused for a moment, thought about it and thought it was wrong. He changed his words and said, "I mean Are you not familiar with it? "

"Do you still think we are ghosts here?" Jiang Wanbai endured the impulse of rolling his eyes and was pulled by Qi Qingxing to sit in the past.

"Is it Isn't it? " Nanmenziyang's voice is getting smaller and smaller.

Jiang Wanbai took a deep breath and took a look at the green bamboo.

Qingzhu just squats beside nanmenziyang, and receives Jiang Wanbai's eyes. He turns and pours on nanmenziyang, "Ouch!"

"Ah, ah, ah!" Nanmenziyang collapsed and yelled. He fell off the stool and was pressed on the ground by green bamboo. He was still struggling, "let me go..."

"What are you shouting at?" Green bamboo put out his hand to cover his mouth, there is a kind of impulse to put this simple and easy to die, "do you think I look like a ghost? You can tell by the accent that I'm not from here at all, am I? "