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Raising his head, he calmly glanced at Xuanyuan QIyuan before softly replying, "Yes!" He turned around and his dark figure quickly disappeared from the spot.

When he had completely disappeared, that seemingly gentle old housekeeper who had been standing inside the room grinding ink for Xuanyuan Qiyuan glanced at him with a bit of worry in his eyes. "Young Master, your painting is getting better and better the more you paint it."

Xuanyuan QIyuan didn't spare him a glance. After imprinting his own seal on the painting, he said, "Butler Luo, if you have something to say, just say it. As the Grand Master of our Hidden Guard, you and this brat have no need to be so polite."

Housekeeper Luo coughed and then reminded him, "Let them out together. Are you so sure of your master's safety? If the darkness recovers the past, we will not be able to make up for it. If this chess piece is not used well, it will be easy for it to be counterattacked. "

After throwing away the seal, Xuanyuan Qiyuan looked at him with a funny expression. "Are you worried about the leisurely medicine, or do you trust in Darkness' self-control ability?"

Hearing his casual question, Housekeeper Luo started to sweat and reveal an embarrassed smile. This wasn't really true, but he felt that the two of them were once old acquaintances. What if … This isn't good. No matter what, it is still a loss to our Lord. "

After he wiped his hands clean, Xuanyuan QIyuan sat down on that wide sandalwood chair. Don't worry, I have faith in the medicine of You Ran, and even more so, don't think so highly of that man. However, even if he did regain his memory, he wouldn't cause a ruckus. A few days ago, I had a fight with that woman, so she should have guessed who I was and why I was tormenting her to such an extent! @

When Butler Luo, who was about to pass the tea cup to him, heard that, he was so shocked that his hands became unsteady. A few drops of the tea water spilled out, and just like that, several yellow marks were left on the newly drawn waterfalls. This kind of matter caused Xuanyuan Qiyuan to be somewhat displeased.

"Even Butler Luo was terrified when he saw the painting that he had destroyed." My lord, please forgive this old servant for being too surprised to destroy my lord's painting. This old servant deserves to die, this old servant deserves to die! "

Although his status was considered quite good amongst the servants, he was still just one of their servants. He was still frightened when he saw that he had accidentally destroyed the Lord's painting.

Xuanyuan QIyuan did not look at him but instead stared intently at the painting in front of him. After looking at it for a while, he suddenly became interested. Help me grind the ink. A little more, a black plum roll torrent.

Seeing his bright eyes, Housekeeper Luo knew that his master was in a good mood. Moreover, unintentionally, she seemed to have given him quite a bit of inspiration.

Once the ink had been fully grinded, Xuanyuan Qi picked up the ink from the far end of the room. Without using a brush, he directly poured it onto the painting.

The butler was shocked. When he bent over and used his strength to blow the ink into a painting that was being washed away by the water, he was so shocked that he could not move anymore.

"This... "That works too …"

It was truly unbelievable! The Lord had such a power. Whatever it was in his hands, it would turn into a miracle.

"Yeah, anything that you look like is bad, but not necessarily bad. It is as if the darkness of the past, in your eyes, he is a bad person, but we have turned him into this loyal darkness. "After experiencing such a thing, do you still need to worry, Manager Luo?"

Butler Luo understood immediately. He was too worried about all this. When it came to hiding in the shadows as a dark guard, this wise lord had taken everything into consideration. There was still a huge difference between his own thoughts and his master's.

This was also the reason why he was so famous in the martial arts world. At that time, he thought that Ye Xiao was a talent, so he decided to follow him.

Once Feng Er left the Prime Minister's Palace, her entire being became relaxed. It felt like the sky outside was so bright, the air outside was so fresh, so free.

This was a feeling she had never had since she was five years old. This feeling made her want to sing happily.

Fanning his free and unfettered fan, he leisurely walked towards the main road ahead. Their destination was to go to the Worryfree Valley and see if they could get help from Master Worryfree.

It was said that in the Worryfree Valley, there was a Worryfree Monarch. This man was very mysterious, and his personality was also very strange.

Some people would come asking for treatment with ten thousand taels of gold, but he didn't even look at them.

And someone had scolded him, saying that he was a quack doctor, but he was treating someone else's illness!

Of course, for this person to be so arrogant, he must be an expert in the arts of medicine. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so arrogant as to suggest that he only see the patient once a month.

Once, he would have to get over it, and then he would look at you favorably. If you leave him anything he was satisfied with, he would treat you. However, according to the rumors, there seemed to be nothing wrong with Master Wuyou so far. That is to say, all of the illnesses that he was able to treat had been cured without exception.

And this gave him a nickname – Master Worryfree. That is to say, as long as he agrees to treat someone's illness, you, as a person, should be considered to be free from any worries regarding your life!

Therefore, in order to beg this Master Wuyou to have a look at his illness, many people thought of ways to break their brains and squeeze into the Worryfree Valley.

As she passed through the city, looking at the things sold on the streets, she felt that this was new and interesting.

Ye Zichen glanced at it and saw that it actually contained quite a few bags.

He waited until his stomach rumbled in hunger before realizing that he was carrying a bunch of useless things.

He was exhausted to the point of almost dying and hungry to the point of death, yet at this moment, he smelled an unusual fragrance.

Let's not talk about him. Once he's hungry and panicked, his nose will be the most sensitive.

Look, this feng-er, she is hungry to the point that her nose is sensitive to the point that it is extraordinary.

Sniffing her nose, she picked up the big and small bags of stuff and headed into a small alley.

The deeper they went, the stronger the fragrance became.

The thicker it was, the more her saliva bubbled up.

It was not easy to get through the alley, but just as he turned the corner, he bumped into a white-faced scholar who was rushing towards him.

Although this man was dressed like a scholar, he didn't take a step back after being hit by Feng Er. When Feng Er was knocked back, she took a few big steps back.

Rubbing her nose, Feng'er cursed, "Is your chest made of stone? It's so hard, it's true! "

The place he had bumped into just now was precisely this man's chest. That feeling was no different from hitting a stone slab.

"That's right, I have a stone tablet on my chest. Brother, do you want to touch it?"

That scholar actually answered Feng Er with a serious expression. Feng'er looked up in fear. When she saw him, her mouth dropped open.