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When An Zhi came out, Shang Ye had already left, presumably he didn't want to see him, his words just now blocked his last hope of escaping, without documents, without money, where could he go?

Looking at the box of seafood porridge on the table that was about to turn cold, An Zhi pouted angrily, but didn't touch it, don't think he is spineless, he just doesn't eat what the big beast brings, hum!

But when he lay on the bed, he was really hungry. He hadn't eaten anything for a whole day, and his stomach was burning, which made him unable to sleep.

Thinking of the glass of water that appeared out of nowhere, An Zhi bit her lip.

"I'm so hungry, I want to eat Jin Kee's eight-treasure porridge!"

Thinking of Shangye's sarcastic way when he talked about Jinji, An Zhi became very angry, as if someone couldn't afford it, disgusting!

An Zhi concentrated her mind, thinking about this sentence over and over again, and a minute later, a box of steaming eight-treasure porridge appeared in his hand.

Shangye was taking a bath in the bathroom of the master bedroom, and when he was rubbing the foam on his head, suddenly a strong mental force swept over him, making all the hairs on his body stand on end.

It was a warm and gentle spiritual force, even with the milky aroma of food.

Shangye took out a bath towel to wrap around his lower body, and opened the bathroom door regardless of the foam on his head. The mental power that could affect him must be above S rank, but as far as he knew, the entire empire's mental strength above S rank There will be no more than 10 powers, and most of them are gathered in the military department, government department, and military academies of the imperial capital. It is impossible for him to have spiritual powers that can affect him in the dragon city where he lives.

The appearance of spiritual power disappeared in a flash, and it disappeared in a flash before Shangye could explore it, and he could no longer catch the trace. Shangye frowned and went back to the bathroom, recalling his previous life, he was the marshal of the empire for many years For various reasons, I have come into contact with many people with spiritual power above S level, but I have never had such a warm, tolerant and soothing spiritual power in my impression.

The eight-treasure porridge was boiled soft, glutinous, fragrant and sweet, and it melted in the mouth. After drinking it, An Zhi's stomach finally ironed. He was in urgent need of replenishing his strength and fell on the bed. When he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly remembered what if Can he get himself something to eat and drink?So what about the identity chip that the merchant said?

An Zhi suddenly became excited, all drowsiness flew away, she sat on the bed and clasped her hands reverently: "Please give me an identity chip!"

An Zhi read silently for 1 minute, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose, but nothing appeared. Instead, his body seemed to be hollowed out, limp and unable to exert any strength.

An Zhi nestled back into the quilt as if she had no bones, and closed her eyes in frustration.

Early the next morning, An Zhi was roughly lifted from the bed.

"What are you doing? Let go!"

An Zhi closed her eyes and struggled wildly, but her right wrist was roughly grabbed.

"pain!"

An Zhi opened her tearful eyes, gasped for breath, and looked at her wrist.

The big beast was grabbing at his wound, blood was oozing from his tender wrist again.

Shangye also frowned and looked there, the inside was covered with bruises and bloodstains, it was simply horrible.

Forget it, Shang Ye told himself silently, this An Zhi is too delicate, she will die if she is treated like this? !