The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

It's just that there is a natural barrier between them, and anyone who takes a step will end up with Yin and Yang. Yan Ye always wanted to marry, while Bei Tinghuang always wanted to grow flowers. It is almost conceivable that after two thousand years, Yan Ye was completely injured in the end, and Bei Tinghuang was also exhausted physically and mentally, so she chose to let herself be willful once, even if it was wiped out.

In fact, what she has always wanted is to be his wife and plant flowers on the other side of the place where they live. Look at this kind of enchanting flower, swaying in the morning breeze.

Bei Tinghuang was lying on the bed, her qi and blood were already flowing smoothly, but she didn't want to get up, she moved to the place where Yan Ye had been lying, and put her hand on the pillow he had slept on, and the depression hadn't healed yet.

"If reincarnation is reincarnated, I came here from the 21st century just to marry such a tall, rich and handsome man, which is actually pretty good!" Bei Tinghuang sighed and smiled.

At this time, it was already late, and the disaster she caused in the city outside had to be dealt with by her teacher. After knowing Bei Tinghuang's identity, the Duomi Chamber of Commerce not only sent the package of medicinal materials that Bei Tinghuang wanted to buy, but also added five god-level herbs. Of course, Beitinghuang didn't ask for their medicinal materials in vain, and took two bottles of earth spirit pills and two bottles of sky spirit pills to the teacher, and asked the teacher to hand them over to the Domi Chamber of Commerce.

"Hey, let's get some sleep. Get up early tomorrow to participate in the qualifying competition. Only by obtaining the qualifications of a master alchemist can you participate in the alchemy conference!" Bei Tinghuang decided not to think about the destruction of Phoenix City, nor Think about revenge again, let yourself calm down for a while, and wait until you wake up tomorrow.

After slowly falling into sleep, someone descended on the roof of Beitinghuang, sat on the roof, and locked his consciousness on the person on the bed, sitting for a whole night. The black robe was stretched out, and the other shore flowers woven with golden silk threads bloomed more and more bewitchingly in the night, and the streamer in a pair of purple pupils was warmer than the moonlight.

His consciousness was like a hand gently stroking the person on the bed, that was his girl. Once, now, still do not want to leave.

The next morning, Bei Tinghuang woke up from her sleep. The sunlight had already penetrated through the window, and fell on the table. She rubbed her somewhat stuffy head, sat up, and leaned against the head of the bed. Mu Qingling was not here, she was already taken away by Qiongqi and the others yesterday, and she went to Yancheng ahead of schedule.

No one came over early in the morning to wake her up and help her out, Bei Tinghuang was still a little uncomfortable.

Even Teacher Leng Qianmo is not here anymore, he has rushed to Huangcheng overnight to assist in the reconstruction of Huangcheng. Fortunately, before he left, he had already ordered the steward and arranged for a beautiful waiter to wait outside. Bei Tinghuang got dressed and called her in. After washing up and eating a hearty breakfast, she went out.

In one night, Danska City was almost finished. The damage caused by Beitinghuang was only a small area, and the two major chambers of commerce, Duomi Chamber of Commerce and Shangzhi Chamber of Commerce, came forward at the same time. The city lord of Danska did not pursue it too much, and only took money to appease the damaged houses. The elixir was given in time for treatment, and there were no deaths, so it was very easy to deal with.

However, soon, the news of the destruction of Huangcheng came, and Danska's people could understand why Beitinghuang was so out of control, and the only complaints about her disappeared.

She resumed her usual attire, wearing a black robe delicately embroidered with silver nine-fold other shore flowers, and her long hair tied with purple silk ribbons swayed behind her with her steps, looking coquettish and free and easy. On the face, the silver mask transformed by Xiaoteng shone brightly against the morning sun, and his black pupils were as calm as water, the ancient well was calm, but there was a dangerous aura.