Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Yao Shen was so angry that he kept taking deep breaths, for fear of losing his composure in front of the young master.

He was so angry that his beard stood up, and the grass on his head stood up straight, with white smoke rising faintly.

It can be seen that he was very angry.

Opposite him, the god whose emotions rarely fluctuated had a calm expression.

Putting the chess pieces back into the chess box, he picked up the tea cup and took a slow sip.

The lip color is light red, under the soft eyelashes, the expression of the deep eyes is unclear.

There was silence.

It wasn't until the Medicine God finished listing the evidence of the little demon that made him so angry that he raised his tea cup and took a sip to calm down the fire.

After a pause, he continued: "Sir, that little demon is too vicious and evil. If he continues to indulge like this, he will definitely be a disaster."

He took all the trouble to come here this time, just hoping that the young master would give an order to let the heavenly soldiers and generals capture the monster and punish it severely.

Let her not dare to do it again.

He lifted the teapot and poured tea.

"Sir, you don't know, if it's only a small injury, then forget it, but these days, not only our Medicine Temple, but also the West Sea Dragon Palace, Kunlun Palace, Flower Temple, Qiankun Forest..."

"That little demon is really making trouble everywhere, making it difficult to live anywhere."

"Sir, if this continues, I'm afraid that the demon will become even more arrogant and unscrupulous. If the time comes, it becomes bolder and rides on your head - "

"..." The peerless god calmly raised his eyes.

The deep purple eyes were as quiet as a deep pool, covered with mist and unable to see anything clearly.

There was an inexplicable silence.

The God of Medicine fell silent slightly, "Sir, what do you think..."

What he said just now was that he was too angry after all, and his tone was a little harsh.

There was a slight collision.

The God of Medicine carefully put down the teapot and handed it over, "I was rude just now, please forgive me."

The godly young master dressed in a snow-colored body, with warm and bland eyebrows.

The gentle wind under the peach tree didn't know when to stop, and the petals melted into the soft earth, quietly.

The light pink color complements the flawless white of the god.

The warm white hand fell and rested on the pure black chessboard.

It was quiet for a long time.

Then, he raised his lips slightly.

"That monster...is it really that powerful?"

His voice was still warm and gentle, so calm that one couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Xu is making a decision and weighing it.

Upon hearing this, the Medicine God quickly replied: "Yes, sir."

"That monster is from hell. It is a flower monster and is very good at using fire."

"I don't know where the fire on her body started. Any magic weapon that touches it will be burned out. It's very weird and difficult to deal with."

"I have no choice but to come here to ask you, sir, to see if I can find a way to capture the flower demon..."

Master Shenming seemed to raise his eyebrows slightly, "Fire?"

"Yes, fire."

"..." The man in snow clothes had dark, dark eyes.

"Hell..."

While muttering to himself, his voice was extremely soft.

"It's been so long, I didn't expect..."

That little life back then was really tenacious.

He once went back to look at it. He thought it was gone, but he never thought...

The corners of his lips moved slightly, and his tone was deep, "Is it a girl?"

"Yes, sir."

The God of Medicine was a little confused as to what he meant.

"My lord, you..."

The god tapped his knuckles slightly but said nothing.

For a long time.

He didn't know what he was thinking about, but he raised his purple eyes slightly and looked into the distance quietly.

His face was as usual, deserted and bland.

"Since she is a little girl..."