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1573. A guest from afar

He secretly took a breath and calmed his voice: "Xiyan, you know my past. If I only care about my children, why would I go through all the troubles to travel through time? In that era, any fairy king

can give birth to my child..."

This was reasonable, but Fang Xiyan still felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. She pursed her lips and said, "You...how on earth did you get here?"

"Hua Baoyue left behind a reincarnation disk, but it's not complete. You need to do three thousand good deeds to complete your merits..." Feng Xiaoxun grinded his teeth. He now knew that Hua Baoyue had tricked him.

Sure enough, Fang Xiyan opened her eyes wide, opened her mouth, and finally swallowed back the question "Why haven't I heard of such a reincarnation disk?" "Have you really done three thousand good things?" She still understood him relatively well.

, it is easy to ask him to do three thousand evil things, but it is too difficult to make him do three thousand good things! It is more difficult than asking a pig to climb a tree...

"That's right, I didn't dare to miss anything. I finished it in forty-five days, almost non-stop." Feng Xiaoxun answered calmly and told the truth. He didn't need to hide this kind of thing from her, and he didn't want to do it from her.

Without concealing anything, he briefly talked about the process of doing good deeds...[

Fang Xiyan could hardly imagine that the devil in front of her who had killed many people would one day become a doctor...

While Feng Xiaoxun was talking, he was cleaning up the house, cleaning out the cat corpses and broken glass and porcelain first.

His method of cleaning up garbage was very special. With a wave of his sleeve, the garbage took on a parabola shape and flew straight out of the dilapidated house and disappeared into the night.

Fang Xiyan was startled: "Hey, don't litter..." What if the cleaner saw a layer of dead cats and broken glass on the grass below tomorrow morning...

"Don't worry, it's not littering. It's all taken to the garbage dump. I've also disposed of the cat corpse. No one will notice anything unusual." On the way there, he saw a garbage dump. It was so smelly.

That’s where the garbage goes…

His majestic demon king is naturally familiar with the technique of moving objects through the air, so he did this little trick.

Fang Xiyan finally felt relieved and felt a little sorry when she saw Feng Xiaoxun busy there: "This is my house after all..."

"Isn't your house my house? What difference do you and I have between you?" Feng Xiaoxun didn't have the slightest sense of being a softie, and said confidently: "Okay, you are still injured, just rest on the bed.

He looked around and said, "This room is too small. It's too cramped! I'll get you a bigger one later."

Fang Xiyan: "..." Is this still small? One hundred, seventeen or eighty square meters!

Does this guy think this is his magic palace? Besides, you have to buy a house here. Does this guy have money when he first comes here? I'm afraid he hasn't seen a U.S. dollar yet...

Fang Xiyan originally wanted to slander her, but she accidentally said it.

Feng Xiaoxun's eyes flashed: "U.S. dollars? Is this it?" He casually dug around on his body and took out a wad of U.S. dollar bills.

Fang Xiyan opened her eyes wide and checked the authenticity: "Where did you get this?" It's actually real!

Feng Xiao smiled. He had been in this country for two or three days, so he naturally knew the currency of this country. He waved his hand casually: "Well, it was conjured."


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