The boss who came from the end of the world, she is sick and needs to be cured

It's just that the supernatural lake is already like a sea, and there is a continent in the middle of the sea. There are mountains, forests, flowers, birds, insects, and fish on the continent. The spiritual power sea is still as small as a bowl, with nothing in it. It looks a bit incongruous.

The spiritual sea is already boiling, the mist is thick and bubbling. A fission beyond mass is waiting at any time.

"Orchid Palace? Oh, the power of those men in black. They come as they come, don't care about them. If I'm not here and you're not close to An Yi, just hide in the house and pretend you didn't hear what he said. If you're far away , just don’t come back. He can’t possibly set the mountain on fire.”

He Zheng just kept his mouth shut, and kept all his thoughts in his heart. He clearly wanted to ask her for help, but he didn't say it clearly, and he wanted to let her think of that meaning by herself.

This man has a lot of ideas.

But, strength is just like that.

Zhao Jing slept until dawn, got up, and looked at the steaming fish soup and roast rabbit on the table, feeling particularly good.

She washed up, drank the warm boiling water in the pot, brought the fish soup, took a bite of the roasted rabbit leg, and went to the yard, "Brother Zheng, using your sword to chop firewood, are you overusing your talent?"

He Zheng's upper body was bare. He had tight muscles, fair skin, and graceful lines. He was originally a fair face, but now he looked a little more wild. "Aren't you going out today?"

Zhao Jing shook her head, "I want to go out. But I won't go far."

A warmth surged in He Zheng's heart, and a knowing smile appeared on his lips, "Then I'll catch pheasants, and we'll have chicken soup at noon."

"Ah."

On a certain tree, a man in black used a bamboo telescope to look at He Zheng, who was chopping firewood in the yard, and then at the portrait on the scroll.

The person in the portrait is a handsome young man, seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing beautiful clothes, with a few braids tied behind his head. His face is clean, his facial features are handsome, and his face is expressionless.

The man chopping firewood in the yard had his upper body bare, his hair messily pulled into a bun and tied on the top of his head with a chopstick. Countless tiny hairs stretched out in all directions, looking like a wild man with fried hair.

Is this really the same person?

Another man in black looked at Zhao Jing sitting under the eaves eating, and was extremely confused. Is this the monster Jiang Jintong said? He took out a special piece of talisman paper from his arms and looked at Zhao Jing through the talisman paper.

The talisman paper is still the original talisman paper, and the person behind the talisman paper is still the same as before. There is no deformation, and no black or other colored evil spirits appear.

Not a monster?

However, Jiang Jintong was obviously overly frightened. When he thinks of that scene, he still has a headache, is extremely frightened, and even speaks tremblingly.

Jiang Jintong is already in his twenties and thirties, and has been a protector for many years. He has been in Youlan Hall for many years and has never seen anything in the world. How could he be frightened "stupid" by such a harmless little girl? Woolen cloth?

There is definitely something wrong with this little girl.

What is her relationship with this He Zheng? Why help him?

In the Orchid Palace, on the dark golden throne, a man wearing a mask - the Master of the Orchid Palace - listened to the reports from his subordinates, "Who is that woman? You haven't found out yet! What do I need from you? ?”

The entire hall immediately knelt down, trembling and afraid to express their anger.

After a while, someone trembled and said: "Report to the palace master, that woman is dressed in a strange way. My subordinates have sent people to inquire about this in the area. There should be news soon!"

"Should? What I want is not should, not maybe, but definitely!" Lord Youlan crushed the letter into ashes, his voice as sharp as a knife, "I will give you ten days, I want to know her origin, her What is the relationship between her cultivation level, her intentions, and that person named He!"

"Yes! Palace Master!"

After the subordinates who were performing the task stepped back, Master Youlan flicked his sleeves angrily, lifted the table in front of him, and glanced at the four personal guards who were still kneeling next to him, "You guys should also check for me, I, Youlan, The palace cannot be bullied in vain!"

The four personal guards looked at each other and said, "Yes!"

In the backyard, He Yao, who had five fingerprints on her face, was lying on the bed with her feet bare and loose clothes, and her body was covered with red marks that could not be concealed.

When she saw Master Youlan coming in angrily, she quickly sat up and moved to the bed pretending to be extremely weak, "Master, I'm sorry, my stomach still hurts..."

The master of Youlan Palace stepped forward and pinched He Yao's neck, "Tell me clearly, whose child is in your belly?"

He Yao was weak and helpless, holding the wrist of Master Youlan pitifully, "Master, this is your child. I am the only man..."

The master of Youlan Palace slapped He Yao away again, "It's already this time, and you're still lying! They've already done it! How long will you continue to be stubborn?"

He Yao slowly got up and knelt down towards the Master of Youlan Palace. Her tears fell down like broken beads and she sobbed: "Master, what I said is true. That fool doesn't like me at all. , I drugged him, but he didn’t even touch me, I..."

The Master of Youlan Hall saw He Yao crying so much that she was so sad and aggrieved, and felt that the slap just now was too hard. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulled He Yao into his arms, and softened his tone, "A Yao, It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that you are so beautiful that I always suspect that you don't just belong to me..."

He Yao leaned on the chest of Youlan Palace Master, her drooped eyelids were filled with fierceness that she had never seen before, and she continued to sob and said feebly: "Palace Master, although I, Ayao, was born in a brothel, I am also a scholar like those literati. For those of you who have learned the etiquette of poetry and calligraphy, you also know that when I took that fool’s task, I wanted to use that task to escape from the brothel and only be with you. Palace Master, you still doubt me, wuwu…”

In An Yiju, Zhao Jing almost vomited from the saltless fish soup, "Brother Zheng, this is always fish soup, tasteless. Is our place far from the sea?"

He Zheng was stunned, "The sea? It's not far away, just a few hundred kilometers."

"Then pack your things. We will go to the sea immediately to dry the salt. Don't put anything in the space ring yet. We will use the ring to hold the sea salt."

Zhao Jing turned around and quickly collected a small baggage and put it on her back. Looking at He Zheng who was still stunned, she said, "Let's go."

He Zheng looked at the small bundle on Zhao Jing's back, "Well, aren't you going to move your house?"

At the beginning, he was chased by He Jingcheng of Youlan Palace. During the fight, there was no house here. The battlefield moved away for about a tea time, and when I returned here, there was a house and her.

She also said that the ring was too small and she didn't like it, so she gave it to him.

It means that she has more space and can fit into the house. But now, why carry the burden? Don’t put baggage in space.

Zhao Jing looked at the house and Zhao Zheng, who turned away from her, and probably understood, "This house is too heavy and it will be troublesome to move it around. We will come back in a few days and wait until we leave here." It’s time to move. Let’s go.”