Chapter 33 You laugh at you Male Gobi
The tree spirit roared: "Who allowed you to flirt in front of me?!"
Xiao Baojing: "Who is flirting? I want to kill him!"
"Hitting is love, scolding is love, you two are clearly having an affair behind my back!"
The dryad went berserk.
Countless tree roots spread across the floor, and dense and sharp branches instantly stretched to the beams.
The originally exquisite boudoir had turned into an airtight tree house.
Xiao Baojing and Shang Bingjiu were like prey trapped here, about to be eaten and digested by the tree spirit.
Shang Bingjiu said regretfully: "Can't you kill him?"
Xiao Baojing was about to cry: "Brother! My eldest brother! Open your eyes and take a look. Do you really think that a little spirit like me who can't even transform can kill a big monster like him?! Do you want to I can tell you directly if I die!”
Shang Bingjiu: "Okay."
Xiao Baojing went crazy: "Okay then" what does that mean? !
She's not a demon subduing master. Can he save her?
The tree spirit swung Xiao Baojing, swinging it around the room like a washing machine.
Xiao Baojing pulled tightly on the branch that was strangling her neck, and her brain was almost shaken!
The voice of the salesman Qingyue came from below: "Go on."
He pulled out a sword that adorned the wall of his boudoir and threw it to her.
Xiao Baojing quickly caught the sword and cut off the branches that were entangled with her.
Shang Bingjiu raised his palm.
The fingertips tugged on the red silk thread connecting the joints of the girl's limbs, as if Yanshi was about to perform his most proud work.
As he fiddled with the red silk thread, the girl turned into a light and fluttering butterfly in mid-air. She obviously didn't know how to dance a sword, but under the control of Shang Bingjiu, she used a beautiful sword technique.
The girl's moves were fierce, her red wedding dress flew freely, and her slender white wrists rolled out countless beautiful sword flowers with a casual twist, like a rain of pear blossoms falling in a dim boudoir.
Xiao Baojing was pleasantly surprised: "Oh my God, I can dance with a sword!"
The tree spirit sneered: "What a flashy thing!"
He flicked the branch.
The branch swept across Xiao Baojing's waist, knocking her directly against the wall!
Xiao Baojing bared his teeth, and his pretty face behind the golden bead curtain was rather twisted and ferocious.
Shang Bingjiu laughed softly.
Xiao Baojing covered her waist: "You laugh at your Male Gobi——"
Before she could finish cursing, a warm and slender hand covered her eyes.
The fox-faced boy in Taoist robes looked at her through the curtain of golden beads, his fox eyes full of affection: "The little princess is of high status, how can she say dirty words?"
Xiao Baojing was anxious: "No, if you don't let me speak, then you cover my mouth. Why are you covering my eyes?"
Shang Bingjiu lowered his eyes.
He was very close to her, so close that if he moved forward half an inch, he could kiss her lips.
He stared at her petal-like lips and asked, "Are you sure?"
Xiao Baojing clearly noticed that the young man's breath was very close at hand.
This man was not following common sense. Could he be planning to seal her mouth with his?
Just like those TV dramas she had watched, once the heroine broke her tongue, the hero would corner her in a corner, punch her viciously, and kiss her so hard that she blushed and couldn't say a word.
But the two of them just met tonight. They kissed each other when they were just here. How presumptuous!
She coughed lightly, and a suspicious blush appeared on the tips of her ears: "What, I suddenly felt that it was good for you to cover my eyes."
"You two!"
The dryad was really angry.
He has been standing here like a living tree for a long time, but this couple of bitches don't care whether he lives or lives!
He raised the sharp branches high and rushed over with a roar: "I will kill you!"
Shang Bingjiu turned his back to him and told Xiao Baojing: "Close your eyes, don't open them."
Xiao Baojing was excited and kept talking with his eyes closed: "I understand! You demon subduing masters all have your own exclusive secrets and ancestral methods, and you don't want others to steal them! Don't worry, I won't peek!" The princess is so good.
Shang Bingjiu chuckled.
The dog shadow grew bigger behind him.
The loquat tree spirit came to kill him fiercely, and was swallowed before he could even see his moves clearly.
The terrifying coercion permeated the entire boudoir.
He swallowed all the wildly growing branches and roots into his mouth, leaving only one leaf falling leisurely, proving that the loquat tree spirit once existed.
The dark clouds dispersed, and the bright moon hung in the sky.
The extinguished lantern was lit again, illuminating the mess on the ground.
The boudoir was quiet.
Under the shadow of the lamp, Xiao Baojing slowly opened his eyes tentatively.
No tree spirits were seen.
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She was stunned: "You killed that big monster so quickly?!"
Shang Bingjiu was clasped in his hands, his fox eyes showing obvious sarcasm: "Great demon? Is he worthy of being called a great demon?"
Regardless of whether he is a great demon or not, to Xiao Baojing, the loquat tree spirit is quite powerful.
But being able to defeat the tree spirit, the salesman is obviously even more powerful.
She said happily: "Then let's leave this garden quickly and send Ji Zhengyan to Yuhua Lane!"
She skipped outside, but the salesman didn't follow her.
She looked back curiously.
The fox-faced boy in Taoist robes yawned and lay on the bed.
His voice was lazy: "I'm full and want to sleep."
"But now is not the time to sleep!"
Xiao Baojing trotted over anxiously, trying to shake Shang Bingjiu awake, but he had already fallen asleep.
Xiao Baojing suddenly remembered that when he returned to Furong Town from the Sheriff's Mansion, the salesman slept for three days and three nights.
Could he...should he have to sleep for that long this time?
She had no choice but to sit on the edge of the bed and take out the persimmon string bag from Shang Bingjiu's sleeve.
She pulled out "The Analects of Confucius": "Ji Zhengyan!"
No answer.
She didn't give up and called out again and again: "Ji Zhengyan! Ji Zhengyan!"
Finally, there was a slight movement on the page of the book, and a thin wisp of green smoke floated out, transforming into a scholar in elegant clothes.
Ji Zhengyan's figure was more transparent this time, and the small fish lantern crown on his bun was almost extinguished, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
Xiao Baojing quickly closed the window: "Ji Zhengyan, do you still remember that you are going home?"
Ji Zhengyan slowly raised his eyelids.
After a while, he suddenly hurriedly raised his sleeves to cover his face: "The Master said: Do not look at anything inappropriate, hear nothing that is inappropriate, and say nothing that is inappropriate. Girl and I are strangers, why do we have a private meeting in the middle of the night? It is an insult to politeness!"
Xiao Baojing felt very tired.
She didn't expect Ji Zhengyan to remember anything more, she just asked: "Do you still remember Yun Niang?"
"Yunniang? Yunniang..." Ji Zhengyan murmured a few words, and suddenly his face showed sadness, "Yunniang is still in her hometown, hoping that I will be named on the gold medal, and we will spend the full moon with her and stay together forever! However, Ji Huaisheng, the son of the traitor, stole my article Zhang, the official of the Ministry of Rites changed the examination papers for him privately, but called my name Luosunshan! If you don't ask for justice, you will be ashamed of me for ten years of Yingchuang Snow Case, and of Yun Niang's ten years of making lamps for me to study! "
His eyes were red as if dripping blood.
He was obviously angry, but because his figure gradually dissipated, he only attracted a slight breeze.
The shaky figure is like a half-done candle in the cold wind. If you are not careful, you will end up in a state of despair.
Xiao Baojing was stunned.
Rather, his life story can be pieced together from his words in the past few days.
(End of chapter)