Chapter 40

In the process of two people coming and going, Jixiang didn't ignore a small detail, that is, no matter how he dodges, xuanyuanyao won't step on the charcoal handwriting she wrote on the ground. He's even afraid that she will step on it and can take her away.

It turned out that what he really cared about was the precious refining methods for the ancients.

In that case, hum, don't blame her. 

After writing it out, she has recorded the important parts in her heart. It doesn't matter to her whether there are those or not.

Auspicious speechless smile. 

He picked up the teapot and lifted it high. Before xuanyuanyao knew her intention, he fell to the ground by gravity.

Half a pot of hot tea, plus boiled tea, mixed with the broken pot body, soon blurred the handwriting on the ground to one side.

Xuanyuan wanted to go up for rescue. This time it was Jixiang's turn to stop him with a smile.

It's not impossible for him to pass. He just needs to be 'gently' punched by her.

"There's nothing left now. The Lord can invite you. Don't give it away." Waving a small handkerchief to see him off, the depressed mood was completely released.

Especially when xuanyuanyao was too excited, the muscles on his cheeks trembled, and there was an unnatural iron blue, let alone the pride.

Hum, I want her skills and fight against her everywhere. I think it's beautiful.

"These things are very important to me." He uttered every syllable very clearly, for fear that she would be deaf and could not hear clearly.

"It happens that these things belong to me." She writes and erases whenever she wants.

Even if she didn't wipe it, xuanyuanyao couldn't understand it without her explanation word by word.

"Don't forget, you also belong to the king." Indifferent to the sun, he doesn't care. As long as luck is around him, what he wants will belong to him sooner or later.