After some crazy explanations from the disciples of the neighboring peak, Yu Xiangsi finally pulled away from her shattered outlook on life and realized that she had just misunderstood.

He apologized to the senior brother next door and Jin Baiyu with an embarrassed look on his face. After they left, he blushed and asked Jin Baiyu carefully: "Master, do you have anything to tell me when you came to see me?"

What he said just now struck a chord that Jin Baiyu had been avoiding.

Jin Baiyu couldn't bear to see him blush now.

"My good disciple just vomited blood in public. As a master, I should naturally come and take a look." Jin Baiyu looked at Yu Xiangsi with a faint look and sneered, "I just never expected that my master would be here."

You have always had this image in your mind!"

"No, no, no, Master, that's not what I meant. No, what I mean is that your image, Master, has always been pure and pure in my disciple's heart, and is out of reach! My disciple will never dare to have any bad thoughts towards Master.

thought--"

"Stop it, you don't have to explain yourself so hard." Jin Baiyu was so confused by his thoughts that she was afraid that if she continued like this, this traitor would really have some thoughts about her.

She said with a cold face: "Since you are fine, I will go back first."

"Master!" Yu Xiangsi was so anxious that she almost scratched her head.

Damn it, he is usually the most eloquent and eloquent, but now he can't even speak a normal word!

"Yes, you should just shut yourself up here and think about your mistakes, so as not to go crazy again in the future!"

Jin Baiyu raised her chin slightly, imitating the airs of leaders in her previous life, gave Yu Xiangsi a fierce look, and walked away.

There is too much trouble out there.

She'd better go back to her small courtyard and lie down.

However, after being out for half a day, Jin Baiyu actually felt like her whole body had relaxed when she returned to this clean courtyard.

She slumped her shoulders and slowly opened the door.

Enter the house and look up.

"Why are you here?!"

In the room, sitting at the exquisite sandalwood small round table, it was the Demon Lord who had just broken up with her on bad terms.

Oh, no, now I should say - her fake fiancé, the former eldest relative.

Yuan Changqi was wearing a light blue scholar's robe. There were no patterns on the whole body, and only a strip of cloth of the same color was tied around his waist to serve as a belt.

The material of the clothes looks ordinary. It is the kind of fabric that people in the market love to wear. It is durable.

The cuffs of the clothes and the hem of the robe are worn to varying degrees, and the collar of the robe is also slightly faded. It looks a bit old at first glance.

However, even wearing such styleless old clothes, Yuan Changqi still looked surprisingly handsome. At first glance, it seemed that he was not wearing coarse linen clothes, but a high-end handmade scholar's uniform.

--etc.

This is not the point.

Jin Baiyu pulled her eyes away from the handsome face that revealed the plump heaven, and asked again: "Why are you in my room? Didn't I ask you to go back? And - you just wore the clothes at the venue

Isn’t that what you’re wearing? Where did you change your clothes?”

tableside.

The man who was leisurely drinking tea made a movement, and the tea cup stopped in mid-air - yes, this man made himself a cup of tea very consciously.

Jin Baiyu watched the man slowly raise his eyelids and look at her intently, his dark and deep eyes slowly filled with bitterness.

I'm coming.

Here comes the fuck again.

Even though practice makes perfect, Jin Baiyu, who prides herself on her first-class acting skills, couldn't stand it anymore.

no.

Don’t you have time to get off work? You can act against the clock, and your acting skills are always online. When model workers in the entertainment industry come, they have to call you daddy!

However, people were already here, and Jin Baiyu, who knew how perverted and insane this person was, couldn't just chase them away, so she could only wait for his show with a straight face.

"Yuyu, you also know my family conditions——"

"Let me remind you, I have 'amnesia' now, so I don't know," Jin Baiyu emphasized the word "amnesia", whether the demon king has the brain of a fucking goldfish, or is he deliberately playing tricks on her, "Okay, you continue.

"

"Then I have to tell you again. I, I didn't want to say this again in front of you, but..." Yuan Changqi lowered his long and thick eyelashes. At this time, the afternoon sunshine happened to shine from the side opposite him.

The windows came in, casting shadows on his fair cheeks.

very good.

The atmosphere of the shot is full.

The atmosphere is enough, so the drama should naturally start slowly.

"Both of my parents died when I was young, and I grew up relying on food from hundreds of families. From the age of five, I helped my mother-in-law in the village grind tofu in exchange for a full meal."

become.

Listening to the beginning, you don't need to think too much to know that it is a long novel.

Jin Baiyu simply sat down, poured herself a cup of hot tea, and saw what kind of flowers he could weave.

"When I was eight years old, after grinding tofu for three years, I finally entered the village school with the little copper I saved."

"However, the good times did not last long. Just when I thought I could succeed by studying! My mother-in-law was abused by her daughter-in-law and died."

"..." Oh, there is also a family ethics plot. Jin Baiyu changed her posture and leaned against the table.

"Without that sporadic income, I was forced to drop out of the village school and once again struggled to find a job to find a way out for myself. Until I was ten years old, that day, I stood on my

In the small field, I looked up and saw several cultivators falling from the sky."

Yuan Changqi's tone was full of memories and longing, full of emotion. If Jin Baiyu hadn't read the original work a few times, she might have really believed it.

But then she started to take the path of cultivation - Jin Baiyu thought for a while, spliced ​​a chair with a backrest and two large square chairs, pulled a quilt from the bed, spread it carefully, and then lay down comfortably

Go up.

Yuan Changqi was silent for a moment.

Jin Baiyu lay down, took a sip of tea, and urged: "Go on, I'm listening."

It was as if the drama queen in front of her was not the Demon Lord, but a gadget she had hired to tell stories.

Yuan Chang Qi's eyes sunk slightly, and on his half-downturned face, there was an interesting smile on the corner of his mouth.

——This character background is one of the most pity-inducing settings for women that he asked all the bookstore owners to submit after he returned this time. Based on his character identity, he slightly modified it before telling it.

Jin Baiyu listened.

However, this woman didn't react at all?

Ah.

interesting.

Yuan Changqi had no interest in being a storyteller for others. Since it was clear that he could not impress Jin Baiyu, he simply skimmed over the thousands of words in the middle and summarized it in one sentence, and then said:

"In short, the world of cultivation has always respected strength. Due to the limitations of my talent, I have been practicing for hundreds of years and am just a casual cultivator in the late stage of foundation building. In the eyes of those sect disciples and disciples of aristocratic families, I am just like a weed on the roadside, and I can be bullied at will."

"Now everyone knows that I am your fiancé. If I continue to live in the small inn in Lingyun City, Yuyu, you may never see me again."
Chapter completed!