The leisurely pastoral life of Xiao Shannong

In the eyes of men, Xu Qiong's age is between pure and mature, coupled with his unique temperament, he does not know how many young boys will bow down under the pomegranate skirt, and it is that kind of feeling that he can't stop.

Zhang Zian walked into the room, Xu Qiong was sitting in front of the table, holding an unnamed book in her hand and reading it seriously. From Zhang Zian's point of view, she looked like a lady from a great family, with her fragile skin under the light Glows a seductive red.

The temperature on the island is the most pleasant all year round. Xu Qiong has already taken off her down jacket and is wearing a tight-fitting white sweater, which tightly wraps her plump and well-proportioned body.

Because she was a warrior, Xu Qiong didn't have those women's anxiety about her figure, and she didn't have a trace of excess fat on her body.

Seeing Zhang Zian coming in, Xu Qiong slowly put down the book in her hand, and said with a light smile, "Zian, what are you doing here late at night?"

Xu Qiong got up to pour tea for Zhang Zian, and the blue bird was arranged in another room, next to Zhang Zian and others, and Xu Qiong's residence was specially arranged by Leng Xueer, which was close to her own bedroom.

"Governor Xu, don't be busy, I came here because I want to..."

Before Zhang Zian could finish speaking, Xu Qiong had already walked over with a teapot and interrupted Zhang Zian. There seemed to be a trace of blame on his face, and he said in a strange manner: "It's too much to call Pavilion Master Xu, Zi'an, I'll let you go, You can call me Aunt Xu from now on."

As she said that, Xu Qiong kept moving her hands, and took out two delicate teacups. It looked like they were made by famous masters. The cups were full and exquisitely textured, and they were rare boutiques.

Pushing one of the cups filled with the fragrance of tea to Zhang Zian, he smiled and said, "Zian, what did you want to say just now?"

Zhang Zi'an paused, and did not listen to Xu Qiong's suggestion. From Zhang Zian's point of view, Xu Qiong was not much older than himself, and calling his aunt seemed awkward. Moreover, as an earth-level warrior, Xu Qiong had good looks, Even at the age of 50, the appearance will still be the same, and there will not be much change.

"Miss Xu."

As soon as he said it, Zhang Zian felt a little awkward, Xu Qiong was also taken aback, but didn't say anything, but from the beautiful eyes bent into crescent moons, it could be seen that she seemed very satisfied with the title of sister Xu.

The eyes are full of stars, illuminating the whole room.

"Sister Xu, I will be with Zhengdao tonight..."

Zhang Zian recounted everything he saw and heard tonight, not even letting go of any small details.

Xu Qiong still had a smile on her face after hearing this, but it had faded a lot, and a trace of coldness quickly filled her eyes.

"You mean that person entered the palace in the end, and you suspect that it's someone next to Leng Xue'er?" Xu Qiong asked with raised eyebrows.

Zhang Zian was just guessing, not sure, because judging from that person's actions, he was very familiar with the palace, and if he was an outsider, he would not be able to do it at all.

Although Zhang Zian didn't know the relationship between Xu Qiong and Leng Xueer, judging from Leng Xueer's attitude towards Xu Qiong, the relationship was close.

The purpose of coming here tonight is to inform Xu Qiong of this matter and make Xu Qiong be careful. After all, Xu Qiong is the strongest among his group, and if something happens to Xu Qiong, they will be in danger.

Getting up to leave, Zhang Zian just walked to the door, Zhang Zian remembered a detail, that is, when the black shadow found Zhang Zian, while Zhang Zian was dodging, he caught a glimpse of a blurry corner of the black shadow.

"Sister Xu, that man's neck seems to have been injured." Zhang Zian stood at the door trying to remember, and said uncertainly.

bass.

Xu Qiong stood up straight away, her face completely changed, there was no wind in the house, the windows slammed, and all the furnishings in the house trembled.

Zhang Zian couldn't help taking two steps back, almost being forced out the door.

Looking at the startled Xu Qiong, Zhang Zian was extremely surprised. In his heart, Xu Qiong had always been calm in everything he encountered. Zhang Zian had never seen Xu Qiong who lost his composure like this.

In an instant, everything returned to normal. Xu Qiong was still standing. Zhang Zian didn't dare to disturb him. He just wanted to turn around and leave, but Xu Qiong stopped him.

"Zian, do you want to hear a story?" Xu Qiong's voice was indescribably lonely.

Zhang Zian turned around and walked over, nodding.

When an elegant and noble woman is vulnerable and lonely, she also wants a quiet listener or hopes to get a little comfort or just right persuasion.

Xu Qiong sat back in her seat, and looked at Zhang Zian with an apologetic face. She didn't say what was in her belly, but said slowly: "I believe Zhengyangzi has told you about the history of this island. Let me tell you briefly about what happened after the war."

Zhang Zian nodded.

"The war ended. Whether it was humans or alien beasts on the island, the losses were extremely heavy. At that time, the most powerful humans on the island were only jade-rank warriors. There was not even a single earth-rank warrior, let alone alien beasts. Although they were born with strong bodies, all the king beasts were extinct, so that they never dared to cross the Penglai Mountains and gained temporary peace."

"At that time, Xue'er was not the controller of Jade Shuang Temple."

All the residents on the island obey the control of Yushuang Temple, not to mention their safety. Under the leadership of Yushuang Temple, they finally lived a life without worrying about food and clothing, and ordinary families gave birth to children with cultivation talents. They will be cultivated by the Yushuang Temple, which is a god-like existence in the eyes of the islanders. 50 years ago, it was the warriors from the Yushuang Temple who came out in full force to keep the human lineage alive.

Zhang Zian nodded, Leng Xue'er was only 25 or 50 years old, and was not born [-] years ago, so she couldn't possibly be the master of Yushuang Palace.

"At that time, in order to repel the alien beasts, the warriors of Yushuang Palace almost died. After the war, the most powerful Lenghen gathered the last strength to support and lead the islanders to develop rapidly. Slowly growing, Lenghen naturally became The new controller of Yushuang Palace."

Seeing the doubt in Zhang Zian's eyes, Xu Qiong said, "Lenghen is Xue'er's father."

"Although Lenghen's talent is not top-notch, he did lead the people to grow stronger, so he didn't have to worry about food. He also formed a defense team to guard against death in the Penglai Mountains. It can be said that he made a huge contribution."

Although Zhang Zian didn't know what happened later, the problem must have appeared on Leng Hen.

Sure enough, Xu Qiong continued: "Although Lenghen has great skills, but because of his own cultivation talent, his strength will not improve after reaching the first rank of the earth level. It’s not an exaggeration in their eyes, I don’t know where Lenghen got the evil book, but he started to use people as a furnace to strengthen his own strength.”

Zhang Zian couldn't believe that a hero who led the rapid development of the island's residents would do such a heartless thing.

Speaking of this, Zhang Zian could clearly feel that Xu Qiong's aura began to become violent.

"Anyone who is used by him as a furnace will have a lifespan that will be shortened sharply, as long as a month, and as little as three days will die suddenly, and under this dirty method, the strength of Leng Hen will grow rapidly, which also makes him powerful. Solid again, but he didn't stop."

Zhang Zian couldn't help but sigh in his heart. When a person has tasted the sweetness, how can he stop there? It's like hunting Tibetan antelopes. The fur of Tibetan antelopes is worth gold. ten thousand.

This is the human heart, for self-interest, do anything.

Power and money are like the two brightest luminous pearls. Countless people yearn for them. Owners hope to have better and more luminous pearls. Human desires are endless.