Cultivator In Martial God World

This night, Yang Xuan was holding Xiaojing quietly, cuddling together, quietly and motionless.

In the end, Yang Xuan didn't tell Xiaojing the truth, because his real experience was too horrifying, too horrifying.

He just told Xiaojing that he had a car accident, lost his memory, then wandered for three years, and only recently recovered his memory.

Xiao Jing lay on his chest like a cat, gently stroking his chest with her fingers, her long eyelashes and tears stuck together.

"Three years, how much bitter you should have endured." Her voice was trembling, and her heart was trembling.

How did she unimaginable Yang Xuan over the past three years?

Yang Xuan puts Xiaojing in his arms, apologetically in his heart.

In fact, he wanted to tell Xiaojing the truth, but he opened his mouth and finally didn't say it.

He has too many things on his back, and he doesn't want Xiaojing to get involved.

In the next two days, the two of them didn't go anywhere, so they stayed in the room. You and me, like a conjoined person, wherever you go, I will be there.

Until the 3rd day, their sweet and happy days were finally broken by a rush of knocks on the door.

"The rent is paid, the rent is paid." A shrill voice yelled outside the door.

Yang Xuan looked at Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing stuck out his tongue, and explained: "The previous Zhang Ping deliberately made things difficult for me and prevented the finance from paying me wages. I quit my job in a fit of anger. The rent for last month has not been paid yet."

Yang Xuan knew it, and hugged Lou Xiaojing hard, giving her a relieved look.

After opening the door, a fat lady instantly occupied Yang Xuan's eyes.

When the fat lady saw Yang Xuan, she was taken aback for a moment, and then asked: "Who are you?"

"I am Ren Jing's boyfriend." Yang Xuan said generously.

The fat woman does not doubt that he has him, stretched out her big hand, and said sharply: "That's right, last month and this month's rent, a total of 6,000, pay it."

Yang Xuan smiled and said: "Auntie, can you give me a few days of grace?"

"Who is your aunt? Who is your aunt?" The fat lady exploded, and her sharp voice resounded through Huanyu.

Yang Xuan's shocked head was sore, he couldn't help but took out his ears, helplessly said: "I'm short-sighted, sorry, let me take a closer look."

Speaking, he deliberately approached a large number of fat women, and after a long while he said: "What kind of rent are you a little girl, let your grown-up come."

The fat woman rolled her eyes and smiled openly. Said: "Aiya, young man, I like to hear these words, but you still have eyesight."

Yang Xuan looked back at Xiao Jing triumphantly, Xiao Jing pursing her mouth and smiling.

As long as Yang Xuan is there, she feels that even if the sky falls, it will be nothing.

"Well, tomorrow, tomorrow at the latest, you have to pay the rent to me, will it work?" The fat lady thought for a while and said.

"Don't worry, by the way, your skin is like a baby, how do you take care of it?" Yang Xuan hummed.

"Ai, you can ask the right person, so, let me tell you...Balabara..." The fat lady became interested and talkative.

After finally supporting the landlord, Yang Xuan is very proud.

After a battle of saliva, he not only smoothly pushed back the rent payment period by one week, but also saved 500 yuan.

If the Martial Artist star of Martial God knows that a generation of troll Bai Qi can say so much for this little money and a fat woman who is as fat as a pig, his eyes will fall.

But for Yang Xuan, it's fun.

Back to his hometown, he didn't want to do any Demon God anymore, so he wanted to be a mortal in peace for a few days.

"Look at you beautiful." Xiao Jing smirked, her eyes bend.

"That is, your husband and I are not ordinary people, don't you? The king with a strong mouth." Yang Xuan fiercely kissed Xiaojing and said.

"Well, what should I do now? I have only one thousand dollars left here." Xiaojing hid in Yang Xuan's arms and didn't want to come out. She always felt that there was something in Yang Xuan's arms. It feels particularly comfortable and safe.

"That's nothing." Yang Xuan didn't care.

If you want money, is it not easy for a Divine Transformation cultivator?

"Why should I find a friend to borrow something?" Xiaojing still hesitated, hesitated.

"An la." Yang Xuan lifted Xiao Jing sideways and walked over to the bed.

"Aiya, what are you doing? Bad guy, help." Xiaojing blushed and yelled deliberately.

Boom!

Just as the young couple was arguing, the weak wooden door suddenly made a loud noise, and the dust was flying.

Xiao Jing jumped out of Yang Xuan's arms and looked at Yang Xuan anxiously.

Yang Xuan's originally smiling face became cold. He coldly said: "Heh, can't tell good from bad."

Looking at Yang Xuan's cold eyes, Xiao Jing I couldn't help but shudder, and his face became pale and bloodless.

For some reason, from Yang Xuan's eyes, she seemed to see a sea of ​​blood on the mountain.

"Xiao Fan..." She gave a promise, and cried out a little nervously.

Yang Xuan was taken aback, looking at Xiaojing's pale face, only then did he realize that something was wrong.

He quickly curbed his murderous intention and said with a smile: "It’s okay, it’s okay."

The cold feeling disappeared, Xiaojing breathed a sigh of relief just now. Yang Xuan really scared her.

After Yang Xuan gave Xiaojing a okay look, he walked over and opened the door.

At the door, Zhang Ping sneered at Yang Xuan. Behind him, there were five or six brawny man.

Yang Xuan rolled his eyes and suddenly turned to ask Xiao Jing, "How much does he owe you?"

Xiao Jing didn't understand what Yang Xuan meant, and said in a daze: "Two months, ten thousand yuan."

Yang Xuan nodded, and then said to Zhang Ping: "Well, even for Xiaojing's mental loss, you can bring one hundred thousand yuan, and I will let you one. Horse."

"What?" Zhang Ping was almost stupid at the door, he didn't even realize what Yang Xuan was saying.

After a while, he wanted to understand. He was furious and stopped talking nonsense. He yelled: "Call me!"

After speaking, he drew back. Five or six brawny men filed in behind him, and fiercely rushed towards Yang Xuan.

Bump pa pa!

After a few light sounds, five or six brawny men lay on the ground like dead fish, foaming at the mouth, crawling does not raise.

Xiao Jing covered her mouth in surprise, her eyes widened, she couldn't believe it.

Zhang Ping's face turned pale with a sigh, not even a hint of blood.

He often does this kind of thing, how can he not have the price of vision.

He didn't even see Yang Xuan's movements clearly, and a few bodyguards just lay on the ground. He didn't know whether he had encountered a stubble.

"You...I..." Zhang Ping didn't know what he wanted to say. Before he could speak, he turned and ran.

But at the next moment, he felt that his neck was caught by someone, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of it.

"Rao... forgive..." He turned around laboriously, looked at Yang Xuan who was close at hand, and almost knelt down.

"Hundred thousand!" Yang Xuan lightly punched him in the abdomen.

Oh!

Zhang Ping felt a cramp in his abdomen, and almost vomited it out. Big beads of sweat flowed down his forehead.

"Give...Give...I give..." He finally kept a little clarity, struggling to say.

Yang Xuan dragged him into the house and threw him on the ground and said: "Go, let your bodyguard go and collect the money."

"No...no...there is on the car "Zhang Ping said laboriously.

Yang Xuan looked towards a bodyguard at the door, the bodyguard shuddered, and quickly climbed out of the door, struggling to run downstairs.

Not long after, he returned and gave a leather bag to Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan opened it and saw that there were a dozen red tickets, exactly one hundred thousand.

"Okay, you can go to the police." Yang Xuan kicked Zhang Ping up and said deliberately.

"No...Don't dare, don't dare." Zhang Ping shook his head quickly.

"Go away!" Yang Xuan spit out two words coldly.

When Zhang Ping received the amnesty, he ran away with a few bodyguards.

"Ha, I have money." Yang Xuan turned around and smiled at Xiao Jing.

Xiao Jing didn't smile, her eyes widened, she looked at Yang Xuan strangely.