Ah Jiu drank a cup of tea calmly, although grandma's matter did not get a good result, but it also made Ah Jiu feel that Xue Zhen would not have the intention to cheat.

Xu, grandma is really gone, and she has disappeared into the world since then, and maybe as Xue Zhen said, grandma's future will still continue to be obsessed with cultivation.

By that time, Ah Jiu no longer knew where he was, and this may be the fate that grandma said was over.

In the past, once Ah Jiu had a definite answer, he would never torture himself all the time.

There was light in Tuoba Yan's eyes, and he looked at this girl more and more impressed:

"Zhao Kun has already gone, he can't leave far in half an hour, if he doesn't find anyone, he will start a war."

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Yong'an City

Qi Wangfu.

King Qi Ming had already asked Xue Zhen to summon three times.

The answer is one answer.

Absence.

"Didn't he say that it would take too much energy to recuperate on the couch?" King Qi Ming's words were already deeply suspicious.

The portrait Xue Zhen shirked for more than seven days, saying that he was sick, but he was not cultivating in the Wisteria Pavilion.

At this moment, King Qi frowned in the Wisteria Pavilion.

"King Qi, Xue Zhen has never asked about the affairs of the world, if you are kind to him, he will definitely not have any dissenting intentions."

Zhou Quan, the personal guard, saw at a glance that his master had different intentions, and hurriedly spoke for Xue Zhen.

How can it be said that Xue Zhen saved his life when he was seriously injured.

King Qi has a firm position, and he has never really trusted anyone in his heart, which is the so-called indispensable heart of guarding against others.

As he was talking, Xue Zhen arrived.

"King Qi, I heard that you summoned me to drink and get drunk by the Wanhua River yesterday, and the painting has been completed."

Xue Zhen naturally knew that King Qi wanted a portrait.

After he finished speaking, he took out the scroll from his sleeve and offered it with both hands.

Zhou Quan hurriedly took it and presented it.

King Qi suddenly laughed loudly: "Hahaha, Xue Zhen, you have made a meritorious service this time, this king will come and see what a strange woman she is." ”

Xue Zhen's hands were stacked on the dantian, his eyes lowered, and his face was as calm as water.

There was a sound of paper opening the scroll, and King Qi was stunned.

After knowing the kung fu of half a cup of tea, King Qi Ming exhaled a breath of amazement suppressed in his heart:

"This woman's eyes are like stars, and she is really the beauty of the country, Xue Zhen."

"Yes." Xue Zhen replied.

"Are you sure this woman has the life of a canopy star?"

"Exactly." Xue Zhen was blunt.

The admiration on King Qi's face turned into resentment, and he paced back and forth in the front hall: "It's a pity that this beautiful embryo, if it can't be used by me, then it can't be kept after all." ”

Then he threw the portrait to Zhou Quan: "Send someone to find this woman, and bring her alive to see this king." ”

"Yes." Zhou Quan has followed King Qi for many years, and he heard that King Qi felt that it was a pity to kill him.

If you can persuade you to stay with you, then you don't need to kill it.

After Zhou Quan left, King Qi Ming happily rewarded Xue Zhen with twenty thousand-year-old ginseng.

"Thank you for the reward." Xue Zhen bowed his hand and exited the front hall in an orderly manner.

When he returned to the Wisteria Pavilion where he lived, he lifted the yellow cloth, and the trays were neatly arranged with the best ginseng.

Silently, he took out the one given by Meng Jiu'er from his arms, and he had to admit that this one was a thousand times stronger than a hundred of King Qi's high-grade ginseng.

What makes Xue Zhen even more unpredictable is this tomato.

This thing was introduced from the vassal kingdom to the Huachang Kingdom in Middle Earth three years ago, and only the inner court of the palace enjoyed it, and the Huachang Emperor was full of praise after eating it, and let his own people plant it.

But then there was a few years of drought, and the people did not have that condition to plant, and even if there were, there were very few, but this girl's hands even contained this kind of crop with a strong aura.

With his hundred years of experience in cultivation, even if he used his spiritual power to inject into the fruit, he would consume most of his vitality.

Strange, so strange.

Xue Zhen took a bite of the tomato, the juice was sour and sweet, and the aura exploded in his mouth in an instant, and a line of throat-like thin and shallow penetrated into the dantian through the midrib, and a stream of aura gathered in it but did not disperse.

But his face under his white hair was secretly melancholy.

When Zhao Kun, who was beside Tuoba Yan, chased him, he could already see that this tomato was full of aura.

At once, he guessed what Tuoba Yan's wife meant.

He was embarrassed.