Under the Blood

The room was empty, except for a lonely sword inserted in the center of the room, the blade glowing with cold light, which made Yun Weihua feel awe.

"It's Yun Tingchun's predecessor's sword. "

As he pondered, a geist broke away from the clutches of the devil and transformed into the form of a grower in the room.

Yun Weihua couldn't believe his eyes, and when he saw Yun Tingchun looking back at him, he arched his hand and said, "Senior!"

The elder didn't pay attention, but came to the Gu Qing Sword, he bent down and stroked the blade of the sword.

Yunwei Huawei was moved and didn't dare to speak out. When he came back to his senses, it was empty, and the sword had lost its luster, like an ordinary iron weapon, randomly stuck in the ground.

Yun Weihua was surprised, but he remembered that he still had important things to discuss with Anji, so he didn't stay.

Going up one floor, he came to the conference room on the second floor.

The room is also lit up, with cowhide chairs arranged in two rows along long tables and can accommodate up to thirty people.

The white-haired witch sat in the main seat in the center of the room. Yun Weihua paid his respects and sat in the second seat at the very end.

"How did Xianggong know that the slave family was here?"

"It's just a matter of luck. Yun Weihua said with a smile.

In fact, he knew that the woman was around most of the time, and the difference was only whether he wanted to show up or not.

There is no noise in this space, even if you only use the volume of whispering, the sound can be clear to the ear, and it doesn't matter how far or near it is.

"I heard that the prime minister has something to discuss with the slave family. "

"That's right, good girl. Can you let me go back to the Cloud Mountains once. "

The woman wore glasses and looked serious, "Why?".

Yun Weihua looked fixedly, and the other party was actually wearing a suit, but the teacup was a white mug of an old cadre, with a solid saucer.

The mouth of the cup is steaming, and Anji can drink a little in two sips, like the leader of the company.

Yun Weihua saw that she was imitating a clear eye, and secretly sighed: "It seems that this guy has not observed the whole world." "

"Ahem. He also cleared his throat, and then said solemnly: "The subordinates promised Sister Nianxue one thing, and she needs to return to complete it." "

"But Xianggong also promised the slave family not to return to the Immortal Friends Association first. "

The woman pushed her glasses and said coldly

"Then the question is, why does Xianggong think that it is more important to promise her than to promise the slave family?"

"Is it the slave family that is more unpleasant, or is the stubborn woman more attractive?".

"Or do you want to stop by to see the woman who pees her pants and say something witty?"

The woman was able to see through all of Yun Weihua's thoughts, so Yun Weihua's willingness to talk to Qiu Xia was also spied on.

She said angrily: "Really, how can the prime minister casually agree to marry someone?"

"Good girl, you also saw it at the time, little sister, she is pitiful, I have no choice but to comfort her as much as possible. "

"So Xianggong has to go back and ask, if she takes this seriously, you also plan to keep your promise?"

Angel shook her head again and again, and continued: "That Xianggong doesn't take Lilian too seriously!".

"And Lilian is looking for you by the slave family, doesn't the husband take the slave family seriously?"

Yun Weihua couldn't answer a series of questions, so he got up and said goodbye.

As soon as he looked up, Anji had already stopped at the door, Yun Weihua took a deep breath and smelled the perfume.

"Don't you fight for it?".

"Girl, you're right, I won't fight for it. "

"Xianggong can ask the slave family to help, so that Xianggong doesn't have to go back, and he can keep his promise to them. "

Listening to the woman's words, Yun Weihua's eyes lit up.

What he promised to Ying Nianxue was to repair the broken sword, which was easy for the witch.

As for Qiu Xia, the two said that if they encounter a trial with the risk of death again, the girl will stop participating and go back to get married, and Yun Weihua is willing to be the girl's retreat.

It's not that Anji married the little sister on his behalf, but let her arrange it. In this way, Qiu Xia will naturally not face the risk of death, and he will not leave the West Bank to go home.

Yun Weihua asked the woman to do it for him, and seeing that the other party was indifferent, he bowed three more times.

The woman sat back on the sofa, crossed Erlang's legs, and said, "Xianggong, has your forehead been broken with blood?"

Yun Weihua was stunned for a moment, and then kowtowed vigorously.

The woman had a life-saving grace for him, and besides, it was a matter of the life of the little sister, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with doing so.

Who knew that his brain was buzzing, his forehead was just swollen, and there was no bleeding, so he glanced at the pointed heels that Anji was wearing, and said, "Good girl, kick me." "

"Xianggong is very open-minded. Anji stretched out her foot with a smile and tapped Yun Weihua's forehead.

Yun Weihua actually wanted to scratch it secretly, but he felt a little despicable, but if he really wanted him to continue, hurting his body was secondary, and he really felt that it was meaningless.

Anji really gave him the steps, and when the kick was a little heavier, he kicked the hole, Yun Weihua knocked again, and stood up excitedly, "It's bleeding!".

"My good girl, I beg you for your help again, and I will give up the idea of going back and devote myself to getting along with Lillian. "

The woman gently wiped his forehead with a tissue, and suddenly smiled again, "Why?"

"Hahaha!".

Laughing profusely, Anji took a puff of cigarette, and the cloud that spit out was huge, filling the entire conference room.

The outfit on her body faded quietly, and the smoke was just enough to hide her body.

"Didn't the slave family give much to Xianggong? Save Xianggong's life, give Xianggong an arm, and give Xianggong a good woman ......."

"Teach Xianggong spells, give Xianggong a ring ......".

Anji stepped forward to ask, and Yun Weihua kept retreating.

He felt that he was being toyed with, and he was angry, but what Anji said was the truth, so he could only forcibly hold back and said calmly: "Blame me for misunderstanding." "

"Yes, Xianggong, the slave family didn't say that he would agree to Xianggong if he broke his forehead. "

"Okay, perverted girl, you use Lao Tzu as a pastime, Lao Tzu is also a little hairy. "

"Yes. Anji looked at Yun Weihua with interest, his body was still advancing.

Yun Weihua had no way to retreat, so he could only turn sideways and walk back into the room, "Lao Tzu is not afraid of you, what I am afraid of is that you don't wear clothes." There is a difference between men and women, do you know it?!".

Anji was amused and giggled, Yun Weihua felt helpless, and continued: "Also, your cloud and mist covering spell is a little more clever, but you still can't afford to take a closer look. "

"Girl, guess why clothes were invented? It's not that you have strong mana, you can't wear them if you don't feel cold!".

Anji approached at once, and Yun Weihua was a stone's throw away, "Xianggong is interesting like this, what the slave family liked at the beginning is Xianggong's appearance." "

Yun Weihua swallowed, "Really...... Are you going to change your clothes?".