The broken hair on Rong Ji's forehead poured down, which happened to cover the emotion in his eyes.

"Tolerance?" I shook him gently, "the queen mother is so depressed, we can't ignore it!"

With a dazzling smile on his mutton fat white jade cheeks, he changed the topic lightly, "Ge'er cares so much about the queen mother, is it because she loves the house and Wu?"

"Definitely. I just felt that she was pitiful alone. I flatly denied it, and easily did not mention the word love.

After all, I have lost three souls and six souls, and it is too hasty to talk about love casually.

Rong Ji relentlessly asked me, "Why don't you want to admit it?"

"Admit what?"

After waiting for a moment, I suddenly opened my eyes, only to realize that I had once again lost my temper in front of him, and retracted my mouth in embarrassment.

Rong Ji hooked his lips and smiled, and the looming pear vortex seemed to contain a mellow and fragrant wine, three points of ruffian, seven points of drunkenness.

Ge'er's pouting appearance is charming. ”

He was too much! And he didn't move, and he looked at me with a pestle and laughed at me!

I was so angry that I hurriedly ordered him to be evicted, and pushed him out of the dormitory, "You go! ”

When I was about to close the door, Rong Ji propped his hands on the crack of the door, he restrained his face with a somewhat playful smile, and said quite seriously, "You don't have to worry about the queen mother's affairs, I will handle it." ”

This is his purpose! He was afraid that I would be too reckless and slander the queen, so he wouldn't let me interfere.

"I don't have a position to take care of your housework!" I replied sullenly, slamming the door shut.

"Hmmm......"

Outside, there was a muffled grunt of Rong Ji.

I didn't want to pay attention to him, but I couldn't hold back for a while, and I leaned on the window again, watching his every move through the thin window paper.

Outside the house, Rong Ji covered the bridge of his nose, which was smashed red by the door frame, and burst into laughter.

He turned around and muttered, "Dead duck has a hard mouth! Looks like I'm going to have to change tactics..."

He must be trying to plot against me again!

Thinking so, I rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, and finally found a roll of military books pressed at the bottom of the box.

Brushing away the thick layer of dust from the war book with my hand, I quietly unfolded the scroll with a damp breath, although I don't know if this long-cherished military book in Northern Liyue can restrain the extreme black belly tolerance, but it would be excellent if it could make me suffer less loss.

The moment I opened the scroll, I sensed that something was wrong.

This book of war is not an ordinary book of war, but more like an ancient dossier. I used my palm skate blade to pick out the blurred ink on the title page of the soldier's book, and in a few moments, a row of beautiful relief letters came into view.

"The Ancient Dossier—Mourning God Sealed in the Scroll!" I silently read the small block on the title page of the dossier, and cold sweat broke out in my palms.

"Host, quickly throw away the file in your hand! This should be the entrance to the ninth ancient battlefield!" the black box roared anxiously, and burst out with a powerful divine power, enveloping me in the enchantment.

I hurriedly took out the file in my hand, and now I was very uncomfortable, I almost didn't close my eyes last night, I was so tired that I just wanted to sleep with my head covered, and I was not interested in going to any ancient battlefield.

Unfortunately, the barrier created by the black box did not stop the devastating power of the dossier from eroding my body.

"Ahh

The powerful suction first swept away my shoes, and then my whole body shrank so quickly that it was completely lost in the file.

Wow –

I emerged halfway out of a mossy lake, glancing warily at the silent world of dossiers.

The moon is bright, and the stars are scarce.

The crows crow, the stagnant water is slight.

I faintly regret it, so I should turn to the end of the file page and see what the final destination of Feng Yu is!

"Little friend, long time no see!"

A cheerful male voice came from the depths of the lake with light and dark.

I turned my head, and a fisherman, dressed in a cloak and a hat, stood on top of a flat boat and slowly sailed towards me.

"Uncle Wuyan, where is this?" I swam in the direction of the flat boat, and climbed up a flat boat along the wood pulp that hung low to the surface of the lake.

The boundless red light is full of light, and the bean-sized eyes are as black as ink.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and flicked my head with such force that it was overwhelming.

Although I kept an eye out for him, I didn't expect him to swoop into my head, and I almost fell into the lake again due to an unstable center of gravity.

"Uncle Shi, what are you doing!"

Wuya sneered, "It's been a long time since I've seen a black box that is in harmony with your sense, and I miss it very much, I wanted to play it in the head, but I never wanted to hit it through your hard skull!"

My head is full of black lines, and Wuya is exactly the same as Master, and if I don't tease me for a day, I will panic!

Wuya held the wooden paddle in his hand, and the bean-sized eyes shone with a cunning light.

He spun around me several times, then slammed his hand and raised the oar high in the air to burst the back of my head.

I had expected him to make a move on me, so I turned sideways, snatched the paddle from his hand with one hand, and kicked him into the water.

Puff –

Wuya smashed into the water fiercely, the bones on his body were broken in many places, his bean-sized eyes narrowed into a slit, and an intermittent low moan overflowed from his mouth, "You dare to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestor!"

As soon as I thought that he wanted to hit me with a wooden oar, I was angry, so I slapped the water with the wooden oar, splashing him in the face, "You did it first!"

Wuya was embarrassed and silent, coughed a few times, and then said unwillingly, "How can I get such a qualified apprentice as you, I can't?"

"What do you want your apprentices to do? No matter how many apprentices you give, you can't stand beating your head with a wooden oar! No matter how good your qualifications are, I'm afraid you will be beaten into a mess of brains!" I sat cross-legged on the flat boat, and for a while I slapped the water with the wooden oars, rubbing his face with water, intentionally or unintentionally.

Wuya put his hands on the flat boat, panting and begging for peace, "That's it! The old man doesn't eat his brains anymore!"