"Your Majesty the Emperor of Heaven, let's give up. ”

Jian Zhixi turned his head to look at Cang Ling, and his eyes flashed with gratitude.

Cangling God, what a good person!

"Oh?

"I've heard that Si Ming has nothing but scribbling his life. There is no need to let her clumsy skills spoil the atmosphere of this banquet. ”

Cang Ling finished his words in one breath with an expressionless face.

Jian Zhixi blocked his throat in one breath, unable to relax, and unable to swallow.

Cang!

You poisonous tongue iceberg cold-faced man!

Lao Tzu and you don't share the sky!

Anyway, she was also a social elite in modern times in her previous life, why did she have nothing to do here in this life!

Jian Zhixi desperately went crazy in his heart, and changed the protagonist who dissected the living person in his mind from His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven to the God of Cangling.

Jian Zhixi was resentful, but there were bursts of praise from the banquet.

"Cangling God really sees it thoroughly!"

"The god of Cangling has simply spoken our hearts!"

"Heroes see the same thing!"

Hearing these words, Jian Zhixi spit out in one breath, like a deflated ball, and a burst of frustration.

"Interesting, interesting, hahaha, Cangling, it's been a long time since you've said such a long sentence. His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor laughed.

Cang Ling's face did not change, and he raised his hand and took a sip of tea.

At this time, the eyes of the Wushan Goddess Yaoji fell lightly on Jian Zhixi's body.

Jian Zhixi chose to turn a blind eye, anyway, after this meal, she decided that she would never go out of the yard again for nearly a hundred years.

Just laugh, just talk, anyway, after that, who will remember her?

She's not a witch of Wushan, she's just a little transparent priest.

A banquet has finally passed, and Jian Zhixi's torture has finally ended.

Jian Zhi walked back to his Tianfu Palace, and hung a few big words at the gate of the palace: Closed door to thank guests.

Then she closed the door and cut off everything outside.

Back in his Tianfu Palace, Jian Zhixi lay down on the couch in the courtyard, picked up the book on the couch, and looked at it with relish.

It's still my own nest that is the warmest.

Live your life and let others say go.

After a while, Jian Zhixi threw away his troubles.

She is the best at this, with a big heart and no love to worry about others.

What's more, no one maliciously targeted her, so she didn't remember the villain.

After reading the book for a while, her attention was attracted by the heart-wrenching stories in the book.

"Knock Knock"

There was a knock on her door.

Jian Zhi was stunned for a moment, didn't he post "Closing the door and thanking guests"? Why would anyone still knock on the door?

Jian Zhixi didn't answer, pretending that he wasn't there.

"Knock Knock"

The people outside the door didn't seem to have given up.

"Si Ming, it's me, open the door quickly, I'm here to plead for you!"

That's Wangshu's voice!

Jian Zhixi snorted and continued to flip through the book.

"Si Ming, if you don't open the door, I can't afford to kneel here. ”

Jian Zhixi snorted again, still flipping through the book.

"Si Ming, if you don't open the door again, if others see Wangshu kneeling at your door and pleading guilty, your notoriety will drift farther and the smell will be stronger. ”

It was the voice of the Nine Heavens Xuannu.

Jian Zhixi twitched the corners of his mouth, his own affairs should be solved by himself behind closed doors.

Jian Zhixi put down the book and opened the door of Tianfu Palace.

As soon as the door opened, she saw Wangshu really kneeling at the door, with thorns on his back, his face full of guilt, and his eyes were full of tears.