Looking at the books spread all over the floor, Jialan didn't speak for a long time.

He fell down on his back, his eyes empty, and he looked at the roof. It was so high and so far, as if it could never be reached.

Memories surging in his mind.

The little fox who wanted to become a human was already dead in time.

He pushed away all the books beside him and said in a muffled voice: "I'm sleepy, I won't read it."

He had already finished reading it, but he said he would not read it anymore. Tang Ning folded the books and put them on the side.

The stories on paper cannot be verified, and no one can know how true and fabricated the people and things written on it are, but the author's tone is full of personal opinions, but it is obvious.

The sky outside the door slowly turned dark again.

In the corner of Dulingsi, Ah Chui finished his snacks, washed his hands and went to Xie Xuan: "Master Wuchang?Master Wuchang?"

The door was open, but there seemed to be no one inside.

He frowned and walked in the door frame: "Where is the person?"

There was no trace of light in the dark room. Ah Chu stood at the door, turned his head and looked back. The darkness spread out, and the flowing water surged into the room.

He quickly closed the door, fumbled to the wall and lit the lights.

"So you are here!"

As soon as the light lit up, Ah Chu saw Xie Xuan.

The man in black robe lay on the couch, showing a confused look: "Why are you here?"

Ah Chu jumped and walked to him, squeezed and put half of his butt on the couch: "Everyone is a master and servant, I want to see you, do you have any reason?"

Xie Xuan pushed him, trying to push him off the couch.

But the fleshy little man is as heavy as a stone.

"You were worried when you saw me vomiting blood before, right?" Xie Xuan retracted his hand and said angrily.

Ah Chu kicked off his shoes and moved his two short fleshy legs up: "Mr. Wuchang, you are a god after all, after all, you came down from the Ninth Heaven. How could you say that you vomit blood and vomit blood without any sign of it?"

"What does it look like? What does the god look like?"

When Ah Chui heard his bad tone, he sighed and said, "Why are you angry with me? It's you who vomited blood, not me. Obviously, when I first met you, you were not like this."

Although he always thought Xie Xuan was a useless old guy, his master was much more powerful than the people outside.

But I knew that the longer the days, the more decayed the Dulingsi looked.

Ah Fu said: "I don't know how long this magnificent illusion can last."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked off the soft couch.

"I'm not dead yet." Xie Xuan sat up, his black hair was loose and his face was bloodless.

Ah Chu sat on the ground, rubbing his butt with his hands, his eyes widened: "Is it okay if I worry about you?"

Xie Xuan sneered at him: "Worry about me? You are obviously worried about yourself."

Ah Chu got up and felt a little aggrieved: "Is this a mistake?" If the master dies, the spirit of the weapon will die. Isn't it natural for him to worry about the safety and life and death of his master?

Standing straight, Ah Chu went from grievance to angry: "If you hadn't vomited blood when you saw someone, and you could not even beat a fox, would I have to worry about you?"

Xie Xuan asked him to say this and was also annoyed: "Do you still have the face to talk to me?"

"I'll just say! I'll just say!" Ah Chu buried his head and rushed to the couch, "Didn't you say that this time, you will be guarding the Dulingsi for thousands of years."

"But..." Ah Chu hugged him and buried his face in black, but he was so uneasy.

In front of Guixu Gate, the master who could not move made him feel it. The life he was used to is not eternal.

"I don't want you to die." Ah Chu cried loudly, and said, "I don't want to die either..."

Xie Xuan frowned and pulled him up: "How come you are a spirit of weapon, why are you so afraid of death?"

Ah Chui cried and his face was blurred: "Master Wuchang, the Fox and Tang Ning will leave soon. When they leave, you will not vomit blood again, right?"

Xie Xuan lowered his head slightly: "Don't worry, I can't die."

Ah Chu was half-believing and half-doubted, but his tears gradually stopped: "Even if I really want to die, I'll ask you. Will it be okay to die after I eat all the food in the human world?"

Xie Xuan agreed vaguely and lay back.

He suddenly wanted to know what A Miao was doing at this moment.

Should I fish by the pool or read in the corridor?

The flowers she cultivated have long been famous all over the world, including silver and gold. When the warehouse opened, all the treasures and silks were filled with them, but she didn't seem to like them at all.

For the outside world, these family businesses were left to her by my mother.

The Zhong family’s flower garden, the Zhong family’s restaurant, and the Zhong family’s money are all inheritance.

After her "mother" passed away, she no longer went out. She only met the managers of various families through the curtain every three months. Because she was generous, the people below also did their best. With these industries, the profits became more and more abundant.

Being her maid is the easiest job in the world.

She spent five hours sleeping, five hours fishing, and two hours left, eating, washing, reading, and not even saying a word.

She doesn't care about what to eat and what to wear.

And if you don’t go out, you won’t be a guest, and you will save a lot of trouble.

The little maids are so idle every day. They are all good people's daughters. They have been taught since childhood that they have to rely on their own hands and feet to make a living.

But under A Miao, they eat well, get more, but do less.

Her girl bought new materials she liked, but didn't want to cut clothes for herself, but she wanted to give them to wear.

Where is this kind of person?

If you have such a kind heart, will you be bullied if you marry someone in the future?

The little maids thought about it and then sent the oldest Qiuqiu to the garden to persuade her.

"Miss, then Mr. Xie is obviously not a good thing, you might as well forget him."

Ah Miao was lowering her head and hanging bait by the pond. When she heard this, her hand shook and almost stepped onto the hook: "Ah?" She turned her face halfway, "What are you talking about?"

Qiuqiu said seriously with a stern face: "He knew you like her, but he refused to come to propose marriage. It's really..."

"What do you like?" A Miao chuckled, shook her head, and threw the fish hook with the bait back into the water, "I don't like him."

Qiuqiu looked disbelief and took a step forward: "Everyone knows you like him!"

A Miao looked at the fat fish in the water and blinked: "He was not born as I like."

"Hmm?" Qiuqiu got closer, "Then what kind of thing do you like?"

A Miao thought for a while, put down the fishing rod in her hand, gestured and said, "I like this kind of man who is tall, powerful, strong, and can kill a cow with one punch."

Qiuqiu is silent.
Chapter completed!