"Yes, yes, yes." The girl pouted, showing no interest. Her father always liked to reason with her, but over the years, she was tired of hearing it.

She tilted her head and asked what she had been wondering all along:

"Dad, why did you bring that silly boy with you?"

"Silly?" Xie Xin'an smiled and shook her head:

"Zhao Wuyang is not stupid. He is alert when he goes out and is good at taking advantage of the situation. How can he be called stupid when he has hidden cleverness?"

"But over the years, we have seen dozens of people like this. There must be eight, nine or ten of them. But daddy, you obviously treat him a little differently this time."

The girl held her pretty face in her hands, puzzled:

"In the past, if we met on the road, dad, even if you wanted to give someone a ride, you would definitely have to collect spiritual stones or other rewards. This time, you didn't even collect a single spiritual stone."

"Don't you always want to have a junior brother?" Xie Xin'an tapped her finger on the table and looked at her daughter with a kind smile.

"He?" the girl exclaimed, rolling her eyes:

"whispering sound.

He's just a dull gourd, but his cultivation seems to be ordinary."

Xie Xin'an laughed dumbly:

"The main thing is that he's not as handsome as your senior brother Ye, right?"

The girl was speechless, her pretty face turned red with embarrassment, and she muttered:

"This is true, of course, there is a little reason..."

"You, you." Xie Xin'an shook his head:

"To know people, you need to know their hearts, and look at people less by their faces."

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Zhao Wujiang opened the window.

The items in the guest room are old and ordinary, and they are reasonably clean, but there is always a smell of dust.

I guess no one has lived there for a while.

As soon as the window is opened, the fresh night breeze blows into the house.

He also heard rustling and followed the sound. Through the window bars, he saw the bamboo forest with dancing shadows in the night.

And there is a well in the courtyard in front of the bamboo forest.

The well has no cover, and the mouth of the well is extremely dark at night, and it looks hazy like a huge mouth that bites people.

"Hey, what are the night rules of Xi Ling Inn that the waiter mentioned just now?" Zhao Wujiang scratched his head, unable to remember for a while.

Since I stay indoors, there will be nothing to do at night, right?

Zhao Wujiang sat on the chair with an upright posture, and he began to slowly adjust his breath and meditate.

After coming out of the Qingqiu Fox Clan's island, he walked steadily along the way. Although he was running around, he was not tired.

The only thing that made him a little tired was seeing Xuanyuan Jing's shadow in the pouring rain.

So real and untouchable.

The chill of the rain penetrated his mind, making him slightly tired.

As soon as Zhao Wujiang closed his eyes, there was a knock on the door, and a soft female voice came from outside the door:

"Guest Officer Zhao Wuyang, are you here?"

He didn't answer, but stood up and walked to the door. With the vast demonic energy surging in his body, he calmly opened the door.

It was pitch dark outside the room, with only the faint candlelight swaying gently, and no other figures.

Zhao Wujiang glanced at the dark place and closed the door.

"Bang bang bang."

There was another rapid knock on the door.

"Is guest officer Zhao Wuyang here?"

Zhao Wujiang opened the door, and a gust of wind suddenly blew from the darkness. It was still dark outside the room, and the source of the female voice could not be found.

He took out the hatchet stuck behind his back, glanced indifferently outside the room, and slashed with the knife, and the light of the knife broke through the darkness outside the house in an instant.

The sword light reflected the tables, chairs, benches, counters, etc. in the inn, but no abnormalities were found.

Zhao Wujiang glanced coldly and closed the door with a bang.

"Is guest officer Zhao Wuyang here?"

The soft female voice came again.

Zhao Wujiang clutched the hatchet tightly.

He is very annoyed by this kind of person. He keeps asking if he is there, and if he has something to do, he will just say it directly. If he is here, he will usually reply.

What a nuisance.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and did not open the door, because this time, he could tell that the soft and soft female voice was not coming from outside the door.

The direction it came from was the small courtyard outside the window behind him.

He turned around and saw the well in the small courtyard.

A pale hand came out of the well and rested on the edge of the well.
Chapter completed!