The leisurely pastoral life of Xiao Shannong

Hearing the rustling sound coming from around the bed, Zhang Zian looked at his nose, nose and heart, not daring to have any inappropriate thoughts.

On the bookshelf at the side, there is a strange ornament, which looks a bit like a tiger but not exactly. It has a pair of dark black eyes, and its hair is a kind of tan.

Zhang Zian walked over and took a closer look. It was carved out of high-quality spar, and it was lifelike.

Starting with Wen Liang, Zhang Zian held it in front of his eyes and observed it carefully.

After a while, Xu Qiong's shy voice came from inside the bed.

"Zian, come in."

Come in, how provocative.

Zhang Zian put the ornaments back in place, turned around and walked towards the bed.

Walking to the side of the bed, he smelled a scent, stronger than the one in the room. Zhang Zian swallowed, gently opened the side of the bed with trembling hands, and looked inside.

His eyes widened suddenly, the scene in front of him almost made Zhang Zian run away.

It was too exciting, and the exciting Zhang Zian was a little scared.

He was afraid that he wouldn't survive tomorrow, and he didn't even have the life to get out of this secret room.

I saw that Xu Qiong's shirt was half untied, and a silk shirt gently slid down her fragrant shoulders, revealing a neck and back as white as jade.

Zhang Zian stared blankly, unable to move.

A blush quickly crept up on Xu Qiong's face. As a martial artist with the strength of the third rank, Xu Qiong had never acted like this in front of anyone, even in front of women.

Seeing Zhang Zian standing outside and staring at him motionlessly, a sense of strangeness mixed with shyness welled up in his heart.

The heart lake that has been calm has set off layers of waves.

"You... come in."

Xu Qiong urged again, like a young daughter-in-law who has been single and guarding the house for a long time, finally waiting for her husband who has returned from working outside.

Long drought meets rain.

Zhang Zian came back to his senses, moved his steps slowly, and walked to the bedside. He didn't expect Xu Qiong to say that the need for treatment was so ambiguous.

I didn't have any precautions in my heart, it must have been embarrassing just now, Zhang Zian was thinking wildly.

Xu Qiong turned sideways to Zhang Zian, and when Zhang Zian walked to the bed, she stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do next.

The blush on Xu Qiong's face has decreased a lot. As a master of earth-level strength, he is best at controlling his mood.

"You sit down."

Like a queen, Xu Qiong issued an order.

Zhang Zian sat on the bed, the bed was soft, like a young girl's skin, Zhang Zian just wanted to ask how to heal, Xu Qiong moved her hands, and the half-covered shirt retreated directly to the waist, and the white as fat jade The back is fully exposed.

Zhang Zian swallowed again.

Soon, Zhang Zian discovered that there was a thin black line on the entire spine of Xu Qiong's back, from the back of the neck to the tail bone.

The thin black thread seemed to be alive, constantly eating away at Xu Qiong's body, and countless tiny tentacles spread out from the thin black thread, forming a terrifying spider web.

The spider web was attached around the thin black thread, and was imprisoned by Xu Qiong with powerful spiritual power, which ebbed and flowed, which also caused Xu Qiong to fail to make any progress in cultivation for five years.

Zhang Zian frowned. What exactly was this? Thinking of Xu Qiong's five years of trying to suppress the spread of the thin black lines all the time, he felt a sense of respect in his heart.

Xu Qiong lifted up the porcelain bottle containing the nine-tailed fox's blood, and gently opened it. In an instant, a terrifying aura erupted from Xu Qiong's body, and the depressed Zhang Zian felt it was difficult to breathe.

A bright red drop of blood flew out of the porcelain bottle, suspended in front of Xu Qiong's eyes, the blood drop was crystal clear, and there was a trace of energy fluctuation in it.

I saw Xu Qiong's hands making quick moves, a golden light shot out from Xu Qiong's hands, wrapped in the blood of the nine-tailed fox, and moved slowly towards the center of the eyebrows.

Xu Qiong raised her forehead slightly, and the golden light wrapped the nine-tailed fox's blood directly into Xu Qiong's eyebrows.

Xu Qiong snorted, Zhang Zian didn't dare to slack off, and urged the golden spiritual power in his body with all his strength, his palm was lightly pressed against Xu Qiong's back, and the golden spiritual power rushed into Xu Qiong's body frantically.

The moment it was pasted, Zhang Zian could clearly feel Xu Qiong's body stiffen.

The golden spiritual power was like a vast ocean, controlled by Zhang Zian to rush towards Nine-Tailed Fox Blood.

The moment the two came into contact, Xu Qiong seemed to be in pain, hummed, and immediately frowned.

The golden spiritual power directly activated the blood of the nine-tailed fox, emitting a wave of energy. Zhang Zian quickly controlled the energy to come to Xu Qiong's back.

"what!"

When the energy touched the thin black line, Xu Qiong directly exhaled in pain.

The thin black thread actually wanted to escape, so Zhang Zian put his other hand directly on Xu Qiong's tailbone, blocking the thin thread's way.

Xu Qiong gritted her teeth, and beads of sweat floated on her delicate face.

The two remained in this posture for half an hour, and a large amount of spiritual power poured into Xu Qiong's body, Zhang Zian was a little overwhelmed.

When the thin black lines disappeared completely, Xu Qiong opened her eyes instantly.

"boom!"

Zhang Zian was bounced straight away and hit the wall behind him, opening his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Struggling to stand up slowly, Zhang Zian rubbed his chest, Xu Qiong adjusted his breath, waved his hand lightly, the bedside closed automatically, and when Xu Qiong came out again, he had already changed into a suit of clothes.

There was no trace of shyness on his face, but a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face when he saw Zhang Zian rubbing his chest.

At the moment when the thin black line disappeared, Xu Qiong felt the long-lost relaxation, and the spiritual power in his body burst out unconsciously, and it was too late for him to control it.

"Zian, thank you."

Zhang Zian wanted to wave his hands to pretend to be a master, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it, his chest hurts badly.

When the two left the secret room, Xu Qiong stretched her waist, feeling very good.

But immediately worried again.

I don't know how to repay Zhang Zian. The elixir has the pill of washing marrow, and the magic core doesn't like it. It would be too vulgar to give money.

"Zian, I still have to thank you for today's matter. I will definitely not refuse whatever you want me to repay you." Xu Qiong said seriously.

Zhang Zian glanced at Xu Qiong, thinking of all kinds of things in the secret room, especially when his palms were on his back, Zhang Zian was worried that Xu Qiong would notice something strange, so he bowed and coughed.

"Governor Xu, you helped me a lot before, and I didn't do anything today." Zhang Zian said politely, he was smarter than anyone else.

Talking to a strong person of this strength, if you want to ask for something, you would be too stupid, let her owe you a favor, and when you need it, there will be a big helper.

Seeing Zhang Zian sitting on the chair in a weird posture, Xu Qiong didn't think much about it, and said softly, "Forget that I owe you a favor. You can contact me anytime if you need it in the future."

Sure enough, Xu Qiong spoke according to Zhang Zian's thoughts.

"Then... alright." Zhang Zian showed Xu Qiong an expression that was too polite.

As a thank you, Xu Qiong asked Jade Bird to fetch two small kits, which were refined by experts from more than 100 kinds of herbs, and put them on the body, which can repel mosquitoes and insects in summer and prevent people from catching colds in winter.

Even if it is placed in the house, it has the same effect.

Xu Qiong knew that Zhang Zian's parents were still alive, and there was a female secretary at home, so she just made a favor.

Zhang Zian was not polite either, he took it and put it in his pocket.

By the time Zhang Zian left Zhenbao Pavilion, it was almost five o'clock. He wanted to go to the company to pick up Zhang Heyu for a meal together, but he made two phone calls but no one answered. He must be recording a song, so Zhang Zian gave up and prepared go home directly.

The phone rang at this time, and when I picked it up, it was Huang Yuxi calling.

"Zian, where are you?" Huang Yuxi asked softly.