Chapter 860 Reluctance~
"It's been hard work, Xiaoxuan." After a night of practice, Yun Qingyan's ankle injury has been healed a little by the dual action of the ointment and Yuan Li, but it has been a hundred days since she was injured, and now she can walk. Still a little lame, can't use too much force on the left foot.
Touching Xiaoxuan's head, Yun Qingyan picked it up and put it on his shoulders.
"As a reward, I want to eat meat!" Xiaoxuan chirped. Influenced by his master, this little artifact didn't know what to be polite.
"It's your gluttony!" Flicking its fluffy head, Yun Qingyan smiled and retracted the bloodthirsty vine that she used to entangle the door.
The jade two-color vines quickly shrank into a ball and turned into a small bracelet wrapped around her hand.
Yun Qingyan slowly opened the door.
"Squeak!"
Facing him, is Jiang Wuya's soul-sucking eyes.
Half of her face was covered under the silver mask, but still the enchanting and beautiful young man squatted at the door of the room, looked at her pitifully, and the ecstatic voice was aggrieved and confusing, "Master, how could you have the heart to throw your slave outside the house? Let slaves blow the cold desert wind all night?"
Seeing such a charming face in the morning, Yun Qingyan was slightly taken aback.
While she was stunned—
"Shh!"
A few bursts of wind!
A sharp silver dart came towards Yun Qingyan's face!
The sharp cold light flashed in her eyes, she turned around, flashed the silver darts, and kicked Jiang Wuya's handsome face with her right foot!
"Bang!" The silver dart plunged into the wooden bed beam with terrifying force, and soon, the wooden block was corroded with a large number of pits!
At the same time, there was a loud bang, and a purple figure stepped back like lightning and landed firmly on the ground, causing a blast of sand!
Under the hazy yellow sand, his rosy thin lips twitched slightly, and he stretched out his hand to pat the yellow sand on his body gracefully.
Looking at Jiang Wuya who was safe and sound, Yun Qingyan said with a venomous tongue.
"It's a pity.
Why didn't the cold wind in the desert blow this scourge to death last night? "
Last night, he absorbed the fire element energy of the night, and now his strength has recovered a little, and now facing this arrogant and violent Jiang Wuya who plays cards according to the rules, Yun Qingyan's heart is full of confidence.
In the face of Yun Qingyan's ridicule, Jiang Wuya didn't care.
He raised his lips with a smile, stretched his limbs lazily, threw a wink at Yun Qingyan, and continued to disgust her and said,
"The master hasn't called the slave to warm the bed, and the slave died like this. Isn't it sorry for the master's favor and cultivation?"
Facts have proved that God really prefers Jiang Wuya.
Even stretching and winking, such indecent actions are performed by him, with an elegant extravagance, which does not make people feel vulgar or feminine.
With slender fingers on his chin, Jiang Wuya looked eager for discussion, "Master, the temperature difference between day and night in the desert is huge, and the night is cold. Do you need a slave to warm your bed for you at night?"
"You?" Yun Qingyan gave him a sideways look, "I will thank God for not taking the opportunity to kill me with a poisonous knife at night."
"Master, you misunderstood the slave." Jiang Wuya seemed to be caught up in role-playing and couldn't extricate himself.
He said softly and softly, "How could this slave be such a vicious and cruel person?
The slave is at most... while you are sleeping, picking on your muscles and breaking your feet and feet. "
The tip of the tongue lightly licked a circle of red lips, and Jiang Wuya said with a smile, "It takes your life for this kind of thing, but I can't bear it for now~"