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No, the God Slayer will appear like this......

Death?

The corners of his mouth raised in mockery.

Ink Dust Owl lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, the smoke from his mouth filled his sparkling eyes in an instant, making it impossible to see the true emotions inside.

His silence made Cheng Yanzhi a little uneasy.

"Grandpa......"

"You don't have to worry about this matter, I only have to arrange."

"Master!"

Guessing his plan, Cheng Yanzhi was completely panicked.

In other words...... How long have we lived? ”

Interrupting him, Ink Dust asked in a hoarse voice.

"988? Or is it a millennium? I'm sorry...... Master, it's been too long......"

"Yes, I've lived for too long, and the memories of the past have gradually blurred, and sometimes, death is not a relief."

With a light laugh, the ink dust owl muttered.

"Master, don't do stupid things, you are dead, what should Miss Chi Wan do!"

In an instant, Cheng Yanzhi felt as if he had returned to that state of no desire, no desire, no sorrow and no joy.

can even vaguely perceive that not only does the master not have any fear of death, but on the contrary, he has some ...... Expect?!

"It's just a matter of talking, in other words, you don't know what a bad joke is? Let's go, there's still a lot to do today. ”

With a chuckle, the ink dust owl teased, extinguished the cigarette, stood up and walked out of the study.

Cheng Yanzhi behind him couldn't laugh.

Because, he couldn't detect the slightest joke in this sentence.

What the hell do you want to do?!

"Good morning, sir."

Downstairs, everyone got up, because of the matter of Shengde Academy, Qiao Sheng also said goodbye to the holiday in advance and returned to the castle to take care of Ji Wan.

The crowd finally stopped eating the unpalatable meal.

At today's dinner table, there was no juice that Ying Shi usually forced them to drink, and Mo Chenxiao's brows frowned.

"Didn't get juice ready today?"

I don't know when he started to become more and more dependent on the scarlet juice, and if he didn't drink it for a day, he would feel as uncomfortable as if he was addicted.

This is not a good phenomenon, but he has long been unable to quit, just like a baby, which has already penetrated into his bone marrow, so that he cannot be removed, and he is reluctant to pull it out.

Although it is a bit exaggerated to compare a glass of juice with Chi Wan, the status of that glass of juice in his heart is not low.

I don't know if it's because of some reactions that have occurred with Ji Wan for a long time or because of his mental effects, the curse in his body has never happened again.

So long that he had even forgotten his terrifying appearance of being a human being and a ghost.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to prepare, I'm going to do it for you now?"

Qiao Sheng scratched his head in embarrassment and asked.

Except for the Ink Owl, it is estimated that no one will consider a dispensable glass of juice as a necessity on the cooking table.

"No need, let's have breakfast, you take the baby to Gray's shop when she wakes up at noon, and I'll pick her up when I'm done."

Waving his hand, the ink dust owl signaled that Qiao Sheng didn't have to be busy, just a glass of juice, and he couldn't die if he didn't drink it for a day.

Cheng Yan in the seat was a little worried.

On weekdays, Miss Chi Wan gets up early and hands over the blood to him to take care of.

But last night, the master was overindulgent, and Miss Chi Wan had not woken up for a long time, so he naturally didn't dare to tell Qiao Sheng to prepare juice, for fear that Mo Chenxiao would find out the clues.

He didn't eat much, and the ink dust owl put down his chopsticks.

"Master, unappetizing?"

Qiao Sheng was puzzled, her cooking skills have not declined, although she is not as good as the top ten brothers, but it will definitely not be difficult to swallow.