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A soft sigh came from behind, frost flowers appeared for no reason, and fell in the prison, the temperature dropped suddenly, and the woman's voice was calm, "Jing Yuan, I wanted to say that you can't stop us, but now... you seem to be in league with evil creatures?"
At the end, the woman's voice suddenly became sharp.
She raised her chin slightly and looked directly at the little crow who was shrinking into his white hair because of the cold.
The little crow shook its feathers and tilted its head to look at Jingliu, "I am not an evil creature, and Jingyuan does not associate with evil creatures."
Jingliu snorted and turned his face to Jingyuan.
Jing Yuan's face darkened in an instant, and the hand holding the hilt of the knife unconsciously exerted force, and his breathing also became faster.
He stared at the woman in front of him, gritting his teeth and unable to say anything for a moment.
Xing tilted his head, his eyes swept across the white-haired woman, then looked at the blond man who secretly covered his mouth, and finally patted the little crow's head, "General Jingyuan was misunderstood because of your identity, he seems a little unhappy."
It seems that this woman is very important to Jingyuan. It is normal for Jingyuan to feel upset and unhappy because he is misunderstood.
"Yeah." Cheng Che nodded, his voice light and airy, "We Crows have always been blamed..."
Having said that, Cheng Che suddenly sighed.
He patted Jingyuan's shoulder and tilted his head to ask, "She is very important to you, so when she said that you were hanging out with evil creatures, were you unhappy?"
Guess what? People have mouths not only for eating, but also for talking.
“……” Jing Yuan was stunned for a moment, but still nodded.
Cheng Che nodded, then said, "I'm sorry that you were misunderstood because of my identity, so I'll give you a gift."
Jing Yuan paused and cast a suspicious look at Cheng Che.
Cheng Che patted his belly with his wings and said calmly, "I drank some wine before the inspiration came to me, so Jianmu is the appetizer."
As soon as the words were spoken, the breathing in the prison seemed to stop.
Luosha's eyelids twitched, and he inexplicably thought of Jianmu, who had been resurrected and disappeared again a few days ago.
I originally thought that he was sealed again by the Scale Abyss Realm, but now it seems...
Luosha pursed his lips and looked in the direction of Jingliu.
"You..." Jing Yuan couldn't believe it and couldn't help but lift the crow up by its wings. "You...so the reason you smell so rich right now is because you ate Jianmu?"
"I was waiting for him." Cheng Che glanced at Luosha and explained softly, "I was afraid that he couldn't smell it, so I ate a little..."
It was a flash of inspiration in another sense, mainly because the Jianmu seed looked so much like a pistachio.
Jing Yuan:......
Jing Yuan was at a loss for a moment, and suddenly felt that Luo Fu was now...
It's quite safe, the unrest has subsided, and even the source of the power of abundance has been gnawed away.
But why would a crow be so bold as to gnaw on Jianmu!!!
Cheng Che broke free from Jing Yuan's hand and jumped onto Jing Yuan's shoulder again, "I seem to have been blamed again today..."
Cheng Che thought about it and patted Jing Yuan on the shoulder, "You gave me a gift before, do you want to give me a gift in return?"
Jing Yuan:......
A trace of desolation flashed across Jing Yuan's eyes, "Return the gift?"
Yes, the previous one was an apology, and this time it is a return gift.
But the previous gift was Jianmu, what was it this time?
"I cursed the black pot before, do you remember?" Cheng Che's voice was very calm. He squatted on Jing Yuan's shoulder with his wings folded, and seemed very determined. "How about this gift, in exchange for me being the Emperor's bow master?"
Jing Yuan's pupils shrank as he stared at Cheng Che, "You?"
What did you just say?
"I don't know which pot is flying, but there will always be a pot flying towards the pharmacist." Cheng Che turned his head to look at Jing Yuan's face, "Eating Jianmu and drawing arrows for the emperor's bow, am I the best choice now?"
Jing Yuan's eyelids trembled and he was speechless for a moment.
They were still fighting among the envoys, but Cheng Che had already started running towards the Star God?
Besides...
"What if there is no pot?" Jing Yuan thought about it, but couldn't help asking, "What if it's just an envoy who wants to bless you..."
In this case, the blame can only be placed on the envoy, not the pharmacist.
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che half-opened his eyes, "Are you looking down on me? Or are you looking down on our boss?"
Jing Yuan pursed his lips, his face gloomy, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Feng Rao is chasing me to bless you, and the Emperor Bow is chasing Feng Rao, so..." Cheng Che looked at Jing Yuan and said softly, "Even if there is no pot, as long as I don't accept the blessing, then I am the coordinate."
I don’t know why Fengzao is so persistent, but…
Now that Aha has shown up, how far can the pharmacist be?
Before Jing Yuan could say anything, a panicked voice sounded.
A Cloud Rider ran towards this side in a panic, his voice full of panic, "General! The Qiongguan Formation has flown away!!!"
Jing Yuan turned his head sharply, "What did you say flew?"
Chapter 225 A flash of inspiration!
The candlelight in the prison flickered, and figures stood solemnly in it, as quiet as sculptures.
The man stood quietly, with his white hair tied behind his head and the fine hair on his forehead hanging down to cover half of his face.
Jing Yuan looked at the message from Fu Xuan on his phone and felt like he was holding his breath in his chest, almost getting angry to death.
After a while, Jing Yuan took a deep breath and cast his eyes on the innocent-looking black crow standing on his shoulder, "Can you explain first, why is the Qiongguan formation considered a pot?"
He could accept the flying pot, after all, whether it was the Shen Ce Mansion or his own private residence, the pot in the kitchen had also flown away.
but……
How come Qiongguanzhen's appearance has nothing to do with pot? !
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che pursed his lips and blinked at Jing Yuan, "I suddenly had a very reasonable explanation. Do you want to hear it?"
Jing Yuan:......
A flash of inspiration?
He now has a psychological shadow on the four words "flash of inspiration"!
"You...you tell me." Jing Yuan's fingers trembled, and he put away his phone, waiting for Cheng Che's explanation. "Without a reasonable explanation, you will become a pot of crow soup tonight..."
"No pot..." Cheng Che muttered, still pointing at himself and lowering his voice, "Just tell me whether the Qiongguan Formation is like a pot on my body."
He has been in the Qiongguan formation twice in a row. Even if that thing has nothing to do with the pot, it is still firmly pinned on him, right?
Other than this reason... he really couldn't think of one.
Jing Yuan choked on his breath and stared at the little crow, unable to speak.
Kind of makes sense, but it's ridiculous.
“Um… General, don’t be angry…” Xing secretly glanced at Jing Yuan’s face, stretched out his hand to grab the little crow and held it in his hand, with a righteous look on his face, “It’s worth it to use a Qiongguan formation to draw arrows for the emperor’s bow! And I saw the message sent by Fu Taibu, the formation base is still there, only some hardware equipment flew away, we can repair it and use it when the time comes…”
Jing Yuan stared at Xing, "You protected him just in time? Can I really stew him?"
"This is just in case..." Xing blinked, rubbing the feathers on the little crow's wings with his fingertips, with a smile on his face, "Calm down, General. If we can't find the ingredients, we can ask Cheng Che to look through the trash can. If we stew this..."
Although the trash can can be exclusively used by her, Xiexing, there is no more delicious food!
Jing Yuan took two deep breaths and finally calmed down.
He waved his hand to dismiss the Cloud Riders in the You Prison, and asked everyone to wait outside. Finally, he looked at Yan Qing and said, "Go out and wait for me."
Yan Qing hesitated for a moment, then walked out with the sword in hand.
Jingyuan snatched the crow from Xing, put it in his hand, and looked up at Luosha and Jingliu.
After a while, the white-haired general sighed softly, and his heart was in turmoil for a long time before he spoke softly, "Let's not talk about the grudge between the general and the wanted criminal, but..."
Jing Yuan paused, raised his eyes and looked at Jing Liu, "You and I are master and disciple, you suspect that I am in league with evil creatures, I..."
Jingliu's fingers hanging by his side trembled, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.
Okay, I did misunderstand my own disciple.
No one would have thought that there are still crows that can chew Jianmu trees these days...
"What do you want?" Jingliu took a deep breath, raised his chin slightly and looked at Jingyuan.
Jing Yuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly curled his eyes and said, "No big deal."
As he spoke, Jing Yuan patted the little crow's head and chuckled, "Are these two heads pretty?"
I'm still angry about being suspected, so... is it okay to leave a small ball?
Although I really want to stew crow soup, Cheng Che is still very useful, and Luofu really doesn’t have a pot to stew soup now.
"It looks good." Cheng Che nodded, serious, "The blond hair is the selfish desire of Walter and me, and the white hair is your selfish desire, I understand."
Jing Yuan couldn't help but chuckle and let go of his hand.
The black crow was only the size of a palm, and at this moment, a hint of scarlet light called excitement seemed to flash in its light amber pupils.
The time has come!
Jingliu and Luosha raised their eyebrows slightly, and before they could react, they saw the little crow suddenly flying towards them, with its sharp claws retracted and touching their heads and then leaving.
Immediately, the two seemed to feel the weight of their heads increase for a moment, and then gradually decrease.
Jingliu was slightly startled, then raised his hand to catch a strand of something like silk.
He rubbed lightly with his fingertips, and a familiar touch came, and the expression on Jingliu's face froze.
This……
"I'm ready!" The gray-haired girl's eyes lit up, and she quickly opened the two sacks at her feet and ran over to wait for the hair to be connected. "Two more little balls!"