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Her reaction made Zhou Feng a little confused.

It was Li Xiangming who asked him to help suppress Wei Xiaoxi in the first place.

Qi Yang was just helping.

She must not like Wei Xiaoxi.

Now that she heard that Wei Xiaoxi might be dead, why was she...sad?

He also felt a little magical.

But this has nothing to do with him.

Zhou Feng bowed slightly and said:

"It's not too much. It's just that since that incident, the situation has become much more difficult. I still hope that Fairy Xiangming..."

"Come on, I understand. You go back first and I will tell my senior brother." Li Xiangming was a little impatient.

This Zhou Feng is really impatient.

Also annoying.

Every time he saw her, he would intentionally or unintentionally mention how much he had lost in order to help her, and secretly or explicitly ask her to make up for it.

She clearly made it up to him.

It was insatiable.

Not long after he committed the crime, he wanted his senior brother to find something for him to do. It was so obvious. What if someone thought of her and her senior brother?

The senior brother's reputation was bad, which was not a good thing for her or Zhou Feng.

Seeing the impatience in her eyes, Zhou Feng lowered his eyebrows to hide the unpleasantness in his eyes.

Who is it because of who he is like today?

Still bossing him around and treating him like trash?

Ah!

If it weren't for Qi Yang, Li Xiangming, a little village girl, would be nothing!

The hands hidden under his sleeves clenched unconsciously. He bowed slightly, said goodbye and left.

Zhou Feng left, and Li Xiangming's eyes fell on the flowers again.

There is an ant nest on the ground among the flowers, and the yellow mud ground is dotted with many small holes.

It was probably going to rain. The ants lined up in long lines, walking back and forth. Some were carrying white eggs on their backs, and some were carrying food. They were very busy.

Li Xiangming looked at it blankly, with mixed feelings in her heart.

Since her rebirth, she has enjoyed suppressing Wei Xiaoxi and stepping on her.

Leng Buding lost the target of suppression, and felt a little empty for no reason.

Without Wei Xiaoxi, she would be less able to show off her authority in front of anyone.

So unhappy.

What a pity, why did such a good partner die?

But think carefully...

Since her rebirth, she has actually never found much sense of superiority in Wei Xiaoxi.

Thinking of this, the corners of her mouth drooped.

Humph, this dead girl is so rich, it would be better if she died, so as not to say anything unpleasant like a bitch in the future to offend her.

In this life, Wei Xiaoxi is just an ant. If he dies, he will die. Next time, he will die far away.

Why should I waste my time here over the life and death of an ant?

Wouldn’t it be nice to go back and lie down to sleep?

She jumped off the swing and said to the servants outside the courtyard:

"Golden Chrysanthemum, flooded the ant hole under the flower bush!"

The mountain behind the sect.

The airflow in the Raging Valley is not only violent, but also very dirty.

The warm orange sunset cannot even penetrate this Death Valley.

Over the canyon.

Jiang Qianshu, dressed in a moon-white robe, stood in the sky.

If Wei Xiaoxi saw this scene, his jaw would probably drop.

Without it.

Those who can fly in the air without the help of any magic weapon must at least be in the Golden Core realm.

In the eyes of the world, Jiang Qianshu was only a ninth-level Qi refining master.

Not to mention standing in the air, he couldn't even fly with a sword.

Jiang Qianshu also understood this, which was why he took out the flying boat on Baicao Peak before.

He dispersed his consciousness.

In the vast Raging Valley area, the tip of every grass, the number of petals and calyx of each flower, and the number of edges and corners of each stone are all invisible to Jiang Qianshu's spiritual consciousness.

Here, except for the rampaging monster beasts, there is no breath of living people.

Jiang Qianshu frowned, and it was difficult to distinguish between happiness and anger on his porcelain-white face.

After a moment, he turned his eyes slightly and took a step.

When he appeared again, he was already standing on a cliff covered with purple orchids.

There are several trees here, and one of the tree trunks has an outer disciple's uniform tied to it.

Well, to be precise, one and a half.

He stepped forward slowly, raised his hand and grabbed it in the air.

The clothes were flying, and the disciple's robe crashed into his broad palm.

One was still intact, but the other had been destroyed, with only half of it left, stained with a lot of blood.

The crack looked like it had been pecked by something.

The threads on both sides are caused by tearing.

He raised his eyelids slightly, took two steps, stood outside the cliff in the air, and slowly descended.

On the cliffs, all the way down, there are dense traces.

Several spiritual plant potholes were shoveled out.

Bloody peck marks.

Traces of the toes of shoes slipping out of holes.

The knife made two scratches all the way down the cliff...

The thrilling scenes that the little boy experienced on this cliff gradually took shape in his mind.

There was a glimmer of light in his calm eyes:

"A brave and resourceful little girl."

After murmuring, the person has reached the bottom of the valley.

My feet didn't touch the ground.

It's so dirty here, with broken meat, dried blood, and rotten bones everywhere.

Jiang Qianshu glanced at him and his eyes suddenly focused.

There is a small half head in the corner.

The size of the head is very small, and it can be seen that it is a human cub.

The skull was trampled to pieces, and the remaining half was stained with dried flesh.

"Is it really dead?"

Jiang Qianshu carefully inspected the area around the cliff again, his brows gradually turning dark.

After thinking about it, he released his spiritual consciousness again and enveloped the entire valley.

It was probably the appearance of a person with pure spiritual energy that made the monsters ready to move.

Or maybe the aura of the person who suddenly appeared in the valley was too strong, and the monsters were uneasy under the pressure.

"Hoohoho-"

"Oooooooo-"

"Hiss—"

The roars of the monster beasts come and go one after another, making people feel irritated for no reason.

Jiang Qianshu's face was expressionless, and he stepped forward in the air.

The roar of the monsters in the valley suddenly stopped.

The surroundings fell into a strange dead silence, only the violent air flow was left.

A certain section of the road from Violent Valley to Wandao Sect.

Wei Xiaoxi sat on the back of a donkey, humming and singing children's songs, holding a stick in one hand and hanging a carrot, adjusting the direction at any time.

Yes, it’s a real carrot.

She felt that using the streamer to deceive the stupid donkey was a waste of spiritual stones, too extravagant, and too ostentatious.

So when I passed a carrot field at noon, I decisively dug out several carrots.

Silly Donkey didn't know whether it was because he had been in Raging Valley for a long time, or because he had been frightened several times by her with Xiao You after he came out. Now he was dumbfounded and only knew how to run after the carrots.

It saved Wei Xiaoxi a lot of things.

I have to say, the feeling of walking without feet is really wonderful.

She decided that she would ride a donkey and return to the sect in glory.

Under the setting sun, the shadow of the mountain forest where the sect is located can be vaguely seen.

Wei Xiaoxi smiled happily:

"I was holding a small leather whip in my hand, and I was feeling very proud of myself. I didn't know why, but it was making a noise... uh-uh-huh-huh!"

Quickly reining in the silly donkey, Wei Xiaoxi stared at the moon-white figure in front of her with wide eyes, unable to speak clearly:

"Jiang, Senior Brother Jiang, why are you here?!"

Jiang Qianshu put the flying boat away and looked at the little thing in front of him. He didn't know what to say for a while.

The Wei Xiaoxi in front of her was only wearing a middle coat, with dry grass on her head casually tied into a high ponytail, carrying a stick, and her posture was leisurely, just like an old man chattering and bragging under the tree at the head of the village.

He dared to say that if he gave her a rocking chair now, she could swing her legs up all day long.

Jiang Qianshu's expression was complicated.

Did she know that some people were so anxious that they were scratching their heads because of her?