"Look, there's a shooting star!"

"Really, but I don't know if I was dazzled just now, how do I feel that there is a black pillar of light on the side of that meteor?"

"You seem to be true when you say that!"

It has been three days and three nights since Ji Deken went out, and on this quiet and peaceful night, many people who stayed up late to cultivate immortals or were blind outside were fortunate to see the "shooting star" that crossed the sky.

Ji Deken came back with the ghosts, and he came back in a hurry, without a moment's delay.

To use a very cliché phrase, it is a bit like rushing to reincarnate.

It was as if he was chasing time.

However, after these two pillars of light returned to Wucheng, Ji Deken slowed down his "pace".

Now, his spirit was wrapped in the black fire of the ghost, quietly suspended in the sky above Wucheng, and he was not in a hurry to return to his original body.

He seemed to be perceiving something, observing something.

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Wucheng, the answer bar.

The little maid Ye Yiyi is entertaining guests on the first floor of the bar at the moment, wearing a black uniform that I don't know where to find it, and black stockings, which looks very attractive.

It's just that since she met her boss and Little Seventh Sister, she has washed her hands in a golden basin and has become a girl from a good family.

Answer: Business at the bar is pretty good, she's a bit busy alone, but she enjoys it.

Since she no longer has to worry about yang energy, she can finally live a life that is not much different from ordinary people. She knows that she is weak, but as a member of the answer bar, as a member of this big family, she will do her best every day and do the best she can.

I don't know what she thought of, so she couldn't help but gently stroke her pair of pendants in front of the uproar.

It was a dragon scale.

Dragon's Reverse Scales.

Such a treasure should not belong to a small night demon, but it was assigned to her.

Reality is not a game, if it is a team in the game, the best equipment should be distributed to the strongest person, so that he can lead the team to victory with his sassy operation.

In reality, or in a big family, the best protection should be given to the weakest members.

Is the Night Demon worthy of dragon scales?

Answer: The crowd at the bar didn't think about it at all.

At least Ye Yiyi deserves it.

After putting her ornaments in front of her, Ye Yiyi began to wash the cup, and after wiping the cup clean, she hummed a little song and looked for something in the wine cabinet.

After searching for a long time, she took out a well-hidden bottle of red wine.

She has always been in charge of the stocking of the answer bar, and she spent her own money to buy this bottle of red wine the last time she went to buy the wine.

In the whole bar, only Ji Deken likes to have a drink when he applies a mask, because there is a saying that red wine has a beauty effect, and I don't know if it's true or not.

"It's rare for Mr. Ji to come back, and I don't know if he will like it. ”

"It's so expensive!" Ye Yi leaned on the table, stretched out her fingers and tapped the wine bottle lightly, muttering to herself.

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The second floor of the answer bar, Ji Deken's bedroom.

Lin Xiaoqi walked in humming a little tune, his ponytail swaying from side to side, looking energetic.

She held a brand-new pillowcase and quilt cover in her hand, ready to change into Ji Deken's big bed.

Pillowcases and quilt covers have been bought for several days, but the objects just bought must be washed and reused, and I don't know what happened in the recent period, the crazy rain in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai is inconvenient to dry.

"Hey!" Lin Xiaoqi casually threw the quilt cover and pillowcase aside, and then clumsily began to change it.

This monster can break a wall with her hands, but her ability at home is really poor.

She is destined to have no chance with a good wife and mother, and her biggest advantage may be her breasts, thighs, long buttocks, and, of course, beautiful.

"Whew! It's finally changed!" After a long time, Lin Xiaoqi crossed his hands on his hips and said with a long sigh of relief.

It's really more tiring than killing demons!

She stretched out her right hand and ran it through the sheets, smoothing out the folds, and snapped her fingers: "Perfect!

"Lin Xiaoqi, you are really capable!"

“emmmm...... Reward yourself with a cup of milk tea!"

Brand new pillowcases, brand new quilt covers, all of them are the most comfortable materials, Lin Xiaoqi squatted down and touched it again, feeling very satisfied.

"I'm old, and I don't know how to enjoy life. After Lin Xiaoqi muttered, he walked out of Ji Deken's room.

The ponytail still swayed from side to side as she walked, and she occasionally paddled her toes.

"Make milk tea~"

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At the door of the answer bar, a fat cat is lying on the branch of the locust tree, and on this fat cat lies a little girl who is extremely cute.

Poor Black Fat is not only a means of transportation for a small waist, but also serves as a "cat meat sofa" in special cases......

What a sin that made it!

However, as the small waist grows up visibly to the naked eye, the black fat has changed from the initial resistance to the more cherished this time.

Maybe next year, I won't be able to run around with the little girl.

Maybe when she grows up, she will lie on her shoulder!

Xiao Waist pillowed his head on the black fat head, pulled its cat ears, and shouted loudly at the black fat behind the ears: "Xiao Hei, why haven't Grandpa Ji and Yibai's father come home yet, how many days have it been!Hmph!"

"It's not a good boy to stay home at night, right?"

Black Fat: "......"

As he spoke, he turned over on the "cat meat sofa" and took out two lollipops from his pocket.

One is orange-flavored.

One is strawberry-flavored.

"Grandpa Ji, why don't you go home yet, if you don't come back, Xiaoxiao may not be able to help but eat up the two lollipops!

The little fox lay on the black fat body, drooping the pair of fox ears, looked up at the night sky, pouted and said: "Grandpa Ji, the small waist is so greedy, the little waist endures so hard......"

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Wucheng cemetery, under the crooked neck tree.

I don't know what's wrong, while waiting for Ji Deken, Lu Yibai actually fell asleep.

He had a dream, a long, long dream.

He dreamed of five teenagers and a middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man has a two-headed dragon, his shadow can also talk, and he is particularly fond of swearing.

The middle-aged man was his master.

In the dream, he was very thin and weak, and his health was very poor. He seemed to be racing against death every day, so the master and the brothers loved him very much.

He knew very well that if Master hadn't changed his life against the sky, he might have died a long time ago.

Master is really strong, very strong, but this kind of thing is really not so easy to change.

How many times did Master save him from the hands of death?

He couldn't count them.

He was happy to be alive.

It's just that he can't learn all kinds of spells like several senior brothers, his body is too bad, and he can only cultivate his divine sense.

Luckily, he's talented at it.

Once, his body went wrong again, so serious that the master almost didn't pull him back from the ghost gate.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that Master was pale and sweating profusely.

In fact, he really should have died this time, but because the master didn't die.

In this exhausting situation, the master smiled at him as if flatteringly.

He asked Master, "Master, do all people die?"

Master nodded.

He asked again, "Will a person as powerful as Master also die?"

Master said, "Of course. ”

The master urged him to rest quickly, he was obviously so tired, but he was still at the head of the bed.

In his sleep, he faintly heard:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Xiao Wu, Master couldn't give you a healthy body. ”

How can there be such a gentle person in the world?

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