My Simping System

Youshui Village is located in a remote corner of Beisheng . There is a river in the village called Youshui , and the village is named after it.

All the villagers here live on quiet water, the water is clear and unpolluted.

They don’t have to suffer untold hardships to dig wells and carry water, and they don’t have to suffer headaches because of water sources.

So until one day more than ten years ago.

A certain daoist robe immortal came here and predicted the arrival of the day of Yin Demon, propagating that only the sacrifice of girls can resolve this tribulation.

Some more spells made the villagers believe in these things.

Qi Xi followed Yu Qian back to the village to rest.

Listen quietly and take the lead to finish these brief summaries.

She couldn't help sighing in her heart.

After a short stroll and rest, she is already much better, and her eyes are restored to the noble and arrogant bright golden.

"Strange."

"Most demonic cultivators escaped in the sand sea of ​​Western Desert. How can anyone go to Beisheng."

Qi Xi fell into contemplation, which is strange to everyone as a Holy Temple empress.

Western Desert Sand Sea is a vast forbidden area, there are no rules at all, there are ominous beasts or drama poison qi everywhere.

All hiding here is outlaw.

And the demonic cultivators who have fallen into the evil way, unless they escape to the Western Desert sand sea to struggle on whilst at death's door, they will definitely be killed by the people of the Holy Temple.

Even in the Northern Sacred Wasteland, there are still people from the Holy Temple stationed there.

For Qi Xi, this is very difficult to understand and very unreasonable.

If so, that's all. But when she knew that there was even a tomb of a demonic cultivator under the ground, she felt even more absurd.

"We are here."

Just then.

Yu Qian stopped suddenly and said.

Qi Xi slightly startled, look up ahead.

"en?"

"Here...oh, is that your home?"

At the end of the dirt road, there is a 2-Layer A high-rise red brick building.

From the perspective of Zhong Prefecture and Dongyue, it may be shabby. But if it's in the North Holy Wasteland, it's not bad.

"Huh?"

Yu Qian shook the head, pointed to another place, and said: "No, that's where grandma lived..."

"My house is there."

She was referring to the neighboring thatched cottage.

"..."

Qi Xi was speechless, and Xu felt a little embarrassed.

The thatched house trembled, as if a strong wind could blow it down with no difficulty.

In fact, it is true.

In the past, every day when there was a strong wind, the thatched house was blown down; if it encountered heavy rain, the house would inevitably leak.

The two continued to walk forward and soon came to the door.

At this moment, the sky has cleared up. Although it had just rained heavily, the house did not collapse.

"Immortal elder sister, you first have a rest in the yard."

Yu Qian moved a chair over and said, "I'm going to make a cup of tea."

I'm used to listening to sarcasm, fear, or eccentric words like "chitose old woman".

Hearing the word "elder sister" at this moment, Qi Xi can't help feeling numb all over.

Too sensible.

Qi Xi lay on the chair lazily, with a comfortable face, his slightly raised chest accompanied by rhythmic ups and downs of breathing.

Under the leisurely white clouds, she only feels sleepy.

"Huh..."

Close his eyes and yawn leisurely.

Half-dreaming and half-awake, she noticed the movement from the graveyard in the distance, and she didn't need to think too much to know that Ye An had vacated it.