Chapter 1285 You don't have a wife and don't understand
Shangguan Rou's qualifications are only slightly worse than Feng Xiyu's, so she cannot become a saint, let alone an heir, but she is still the core figure of Zixiao Dojo, and she must follow her in this battle.
When she heard this, she smiled softly and said: "It used to be the past. Young Master is thinking too much now. It's always good to take some supplements."
Beichenye still shook his head: "I can't eat it."
"What are you worried about, young gentleman? Why don't you tell me, maybe I can give you some advice?" Shangguan Rou is as his name suggests. He looks soft and frail, and his smile is gentle and soft, without any offensive power.
She is so tender, I think any man would be willing to talk to her about his feelings.
Beichen Ye didn't reject her when he saw her sitting aside. He just sighed and said, "It's nothing, I just miss my wife. I don't know if her retreat is going well."
The smile on Shangguan Rou's face froze before she said: "Your Majesty the Empress is a lucky person. I think everything will go well."
"I wrote a letter a while ago saying that it went very smoothly and that she would arrive at the battlefield soon, but I actually didn't expect her to come so soon."
"Why is this?" Shangguan Rou listened more carefully after hearing this, wondering if there was any quarrel between the young couple before.
"The sword has no eyes on the battlefield. I don't need to tell you how dangerous it is. My wife is weak and weak. How can I let her suffer this." Beichen Ye sighed again.
Shangguan Rou's delicate heart didn't even think of how to answer the question. Mu Qianyu was weak?
She has a super spiritual root, and her body is as powerful as a giant dragon. Maybe a thousand monks of the same level cannot exhaust the vast power in her body.
With such a special physique, it can be said that one person can defeat thousands of troops. It is true that one man can stand against ten thousand men, but in Beichen Ye's words, it is actually called weak?
"Senior Sister, I don't know, but my wife looks a bit fierce, but is actually kind-hearted and doesn't like killing." Beichenye continued talking without caring about Shangguan Rou's answer.
Shangguanrou's gentle and gentle expression almost lost control again. Mu Qianyu has a kind heart?
Is there an error in her memory or something? She was not the one who captured most of the genius disciples from the Immortal Sect Holy Land a while ago and put them up for auction?
How much thought goes into coming up with such an immoral idea?
And she remembers all kinds of things about Mu Qianyu. She never shows mercy when killing people, and her methods are even very bloody and cruel. It is no exaggeration to say that she is a humanoid tyrannosaurus.
Can this be called not liking to kill? Is this a joke?
"I mentioned to my wife before that I will take her and my daughter to see the Master after the Demon Sect incident this time. Senior sister, don't you know, our daughter is now as high as my chest, and she is very similar to my wife. Only
Two or three points like me."
Beichenye suddenly had a desire to share, and he talked dozens of times more than before.
"Yes...really?" The smile on Shangguan Rou's face became increasingly unbearable.
"It's really uncomfortable to keep these thoughts of lovesickness in my heart, but it's much better to say it out. Thank you, senior sister, for understanding me." Beichen Ye's expression softened a lot.
Shangguan Rouxin said: Why do you need me to open the door? You are chasing people away.
"It'll be good if you are in a good mood, Young Master. Then I won't bother you." It was the first time Shangguan Rou felt that a chair could make her sit so uncomfortable, and she got up almost immediately.
"Senior Sister, walk slowly." Beichenye looked at her with an even more indifferent look: "It's better not to waste this soup. Senior Sister, please take it back."
"Okay." No matter how deep Shangguan Rou was, he couldn't match Beichen Ye's aura, so he reluctantly took the soup away.
"Bang!"
The door closed unceremoniously behind her, and Shangguan Rou's heart suddenly felt cold.
She is now very curious in her heart, what kind of woman is Mu Qianyu, and is she so magical?
After closing the door, Beichenye took a sip of water. He hadn't spoken so much in a long time, and it was really hard.
He sat down and thought about it. The more he thought about it, the more awkward he became. Finally he frowned and said, "Shadow."
"Master." Shadow walked out from the shadows. He had been in this room all along, but Shangguan Rou didn't notice it.
"Throw out this table and the chair she sat on." Beichenye said coldly.
"Yes." Shadow answered resolutely, and then said: "My subordinates will keep it secret for you, master, and will never tell the mistress about this."
"Who told you to be so smart? I'm so open and honest, why should I hide it?" Beichen Ye said again, "But if Madam doesn't ask, there's no need to specifically say it."
He was still afraid that his wife would think that he was too solicitous, after all, there seemed to be something wrong with soliciting bees and butterflies.
Shadow lowered his head to hold back laughter. He had never thought that his master would be afraid of someone one day.
"Why are you laughing? You don't understand if you don't have a wife." Beichen Ye said coolly.
Shadow immediately stopped laughing, it was nothing more than heartbreaking.
So he didn't want to say anything, but honestly changed all the tables and chairs in the room, and then quietly stood in the shadow.
The master was so bullying that he had to complain to his mistress when she came back.
On the other side, the fighting was still raging in the middle of the night. The alchemist who came was responsible for refining elixirs on the spot for some injured patients, and even used them as a pharmacist, directly choosing the right medicine for the medicine boy to boil.
So Mu Qianyu's job became to prepare and brew medicine according to the prescription, with dozens of medicine stoves in front of him, to treat the injured of these demons.
She didn't think that this was helping the demon sect. In the face of such injuries, everyone is equal throughout their lives. If there is a war, there will be casualties. There is not much she can do. She just does the things at hand and saves everyone.
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Fatty Lan also looked at the dozens of medicine stoves. He walked up to Mu Qianyu and said, "What are you talking about? There are so many people dead and you don't know why?"
"Fat Brother, don't you know why?" Mu Qianyu asked.
Fatty Lan shook his head: "It says that he doesn't want to live in the Demon Realm and wants more and better territory, but I think it might not be that simple."
Mu Qianyu thought for a moment and said, "It's hard to say, maybe it's just for the territory and resources."
"I heard that Canglan Holy Land has an artifact specially used to deal with the Demon Sect. I think we are still in danger this time." Fatty Lan's voice became even softer when he said this.
"Really?" Mu Qianyu had a look of worry on his face. In fact, no one knew it better than her.
She helped refine the artifact, called the Demon Control Cauldron. According to Holy Master Canglan, it was to resist the Demon Sect, which had become increasingly restless recently.
It seemed that Holy Lord Canglan's prediction was correct. The Demon Sect was indeed restless and took action quickly.