The First Dude: Dark Emperor, Come To Fight!

Ning Xi and Nangong Tingyu casually discussed cooperation that day and then returned to Dugu's house.

After entering the door, I happened to meet the chief steward.

The injuries on his face have been healed with elixir, but his body is still a little turbulent and his face is a bit pale, indicating that the injury is not serious.

When he saw Ning Xi, he felt a secret hatred in his heart, but it didn't show on his face this time, "Miss Ning is back, did you have fun?"

"Very happy."

Ning Xi always felt that something was wrong with the big steward. In the past, he would not have looked good on her, so she asked which pot she would not touch. "Is the big steward's injury okay? My spiritual pet has always been willful, and I don't know where to start. It doesn’t matter, don’t hate me for this!”

The chief steward sneered in his heart. He had already written down this account, and still had a smile on his face: "It's just a small injury. Of course I won't hate Miss Ning."

He spoke the last few words with emphasis.

"You didn't go to Senior Dugu to complain?" Ning Xi felt more and more that there was something wrong with this guy, so he asked bluntly.

The chief steward really wanted to slap Ning Xi away. Is there anyone so arrogant? The dead girl is so abominable!

He could no longer maintain his previous attitude and said with a smile: "How can such a trivial matter be worth complaining to the master?"

"Master wants to retreat. Don't disturb me if you have nothing to do recently." He thought for a while and reminded.

The news that his master was leaving was not released, but was covered up under the pretext of seclusion.

He was afraid that the girl would suddenly run to find her master on a whim, and it would be bad if old guy Nangong and other powerful people knew about it.

Ning Xi saw the chief steward's eyes twinkling with excitement and made a guess, "It turns out that Senior Dugu is going to retreat! Of course I won't disturb him, don't worry."

If he was just in seclusion, the smiling tiger wouldn't behave like this. The old guy must be doing something important.

"The spiritual crystals in my room are almost used up. Please arrange for someone to replace them."

Ning Xi took two steps and seemed to remember something. She turned around and said to the chief steward: "By the way, I want to refining the formation. You can send me some white spirit jade and gold spirit jade."

The big steward almost couldn't hold back the blood in his breath. The dead girl said it so lightly. Did she think Bai Lingyu and Jin Lingyu were just cabbage?

"Miss Ning, it's okay to send the spiritual crystals to you for practice, but we don't have much stock of white and golden jade in our house. I will send them to you when we have them later."

He said meaningfully: "Besides, you can't use spiritual jade for your cultivation."

The dead girl completely regarded them as being taken advantage of!

Ning Xi sneered: "Who said I don't need spiritual jade to practice. The formation I refined can assist my practice, but it requires a large amount of spiritual jade to support its operation."

"Your master should have given instructions before he left, so that you can meet my request to be promoted to the Mysterious God as soon as possible. My spiritual pet did not intend to hurt you. Boss, you won't want to avenge your personal revenge, right?"

Ning Xi continued with a half-smile: "If you don't send it over, then I will have to go to Senior Dugu to discuss it."

This is not only a threat, but also a temptation from Ning Xi.

Sure enough, the big steward instinctively ignored the word "leave" in Ning Xi's question. After all, his master did go looking for an opportunity.

"Miss Ning's cultivation is really expensive." The big steward was so angry that he was holding back the blood in his heart. After sarcastically saying something, he could only compromise, "Why bother Master with such a trivial matter? I'll have someone send it to you later."

He himself never wanted to see Ning Xi again. He was afraid that if he dealt with the dead girl every day, he would be so angry that he would die young.