Ouch, what's so scary about this?

When going out to hang out, having a thick skin is the most important thing.

Luo Jiang smiled evilly and touched Yanchen's handsome face: "It's just some unnecessary past events. I'll deal with them right now. Don't take it to heart. Don't take it to heart!"

Yanchen raised his eyelids, glanced at her coolly, pursed his lips and said nothing.

A witch is just a witch, and there is no truth in her mouth.

I'm really too lazy to pay attention to her, it's so hard.

Luo Jiang was already immune to his indifference, so he shrugged and turned to leave.

As soon as the person crossed the threshold, someone rushed towards him.

Out of instinct, Luo Jiang quickly stretched out his hand to catch the person coming towards him.

The visitor groaned and complained in a hoarse voice: "Sect Master, you haven't visited Mao'er for a long time. Is it because Mao'er's service is not good and you are tired of it?"

Luo Jiang took the person in his arms out of his arms and said, "Stand still first and say what you have to say."

However, the person in her arms not only failed to stand upright, but also leaned into her arms.

Emma, ​​where did the original owner get such a clingy little puppy?

Luo Jiang was speechless, but he knew very well that he must use a gentle policy to deal with the little puppy.

She touched his head and coaxed softly: "Good boy, if you throw yourself into my arms like this, I can't see you, right?"

As soon as these words came out, the other party was startled.

Then he withdrew from her arms obediently, stared into a pair of watery eyes like a little rabbit, and looked at her pitifully: "Sect Master, you don't hate Mao'er, do you?"

"Yes." Luo Jiang nodded firmly and said firmly: "Our Mao'er is so cute, how could I hate you."

"Then why don't you come to see me, Sect Master?"

"Uh, um... I'm busy!" Luo Jiang raised his hand and turned his body: "So, now you go back to the room and wait. After I'm done, I will naturally go over to see you, okay.

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"Sect Master, are you serious?" Cheng Mumao turned around, his eyes full of reluctance.

With Luo Jiang's repeated assurances, Cheng Mumao finally left without looking back.

Luo Jiang touched the cold sweat on his forehead and let out a long breath.

Oops, I finally sent this ancestor away.

Turning around and walking towards the house, out of the corner of his eye he noticed that the little maid just now had not left.

What's her name?

It seems to be called He, oh, yes, it is Qing He.

Luo Jiang quickly turned around and walked towards the little maid, and asked: "Qinghe, I was injured some time ago and forgot some trivial things. How many of my servants are there?"

When Qing He heard this, his pupils shrank sharply.

The sect leader asked, are you tired of the people in the harem, or are you disgusted with the fact that there are too few people in the harem?

According to the urinary nature of the sect leader, the reason is mostly the latter.

After some calculations, Qinghe quickly responded: "Sect Master, do you think you have too few servants? Qinghe will go and catch a few more for you."

"Don't, don't, don't, that's not what I meant." Luo Jiang quickly stretched out his hand to catch the girl who said that wind is rain: "I just want to know the number of people and calculate how much settlement allowance I need to give them."

"Sect Master, what are you..."

Luo Jiang rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment and said in embarrassment: "Most of them were forced by me. I don't want to waste their youth and future."

Qinghe squinted his eyes and looked at her, quite fascinated.

Why does the sect master seem to be a different person? He is not dandy, arrogant or domineering at all...

However, it seems that such a sect leader is easier to get along with.

She hurriedly suppressed the excitement that was about to run away, and counted on her fingers: "Master, you don't have a real husband, you have twenty first-grade servants, second-grade servants..."

Luo Jiang's patience was completely worn out by her slow manner: "You go and get their information, and I'll wait for you in the study."

"Okay, Master."

For the next four or five days, Luo Jiang spent time in the study.

Send away those warblers and swallows in the mansion.

After some sorting, it was discovered that not all of these servants had been forcibly snatched back by their original owners, but many of them had come here because of their fame, which also made it more difficult to send them away.

Looking at the handsome men crying so hard, Luo Jiang was very annoyed.

During their crying, making trouble and hanging themselves, Luo Jiang spent a lot of money and finally sent everyone away. However, the Hehuan Sect's warehouse was also empty, so empty that even mice were unwilling to visit it.

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Luo Jiang looked at the empty warehouse and felt that one was as big as two.

Just when she was at her wits' end, Ji Nanyuan ran over screaming: "Sect Master, it's not good, it's not good..."

Luo Jiang was depressed in his heart, so he turned around and gave the person a kick: "I am very kind to your sect master. Come and say some auspicious words quickly, otherwise this sect master will lock you in the blood prison."

"No, sect leader, something serious has really happened." Ji Nanyuan stretched out her knees with both hands and gasped for a long time before revealing her purpose: "That kid Zhong Lishuo ran away!"

"What?!"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Luo Jiang Wuming was furious and had the urge to kill the person in front of him.

There was no time to beat up Ji Nanyuan, so Luo Jiang rushed to Lishui Pavilion with his feet up.

Sure enough, the room was empty, not even a fly.

She clearly placed a restraint on that boy Zhong Lishuo and blocked his spiritual power. How could he still escape?

At this time, Zhong Lishuo, who had been far away from her, ran up to her and said out of breath: "Sect Master, that boy Zhong Lishuo is such a thief. He pretended to be faint and deceived the disciples who came to deliver food to him.

He took advantage of his unpreparedness and injured the disciple, put on his clothes and ran away."

"No, this kid must have gone to find his senior brother."

After saying these words, Luo Jiang hurriedly rushed to his bedroom.

Yanchen was seriously injured, but in order to gain favor in front of him, she did not set up a defense against him.

When I felt like sleeping in the palace, only the remaining spiritual power of the teleportation array was left in the room.

Now it’s better, you can’t steal the chicken but lose the rice!

Is she shooting herself in the foot, or is she compensating her wife and then losing her troops?!


Chapter completed!