Chapter 1937

Congee Hall, second floor, box by the window.

Zheng Xueyu picked up the steamed bun with chopsticks, took a bite, and put it down again.

Seeing her appearance, Ye Lingtian smiled and asked, "Isn't it to your taste?"

Zheng Xueyu's face was long gone from the shyness of the morning, replaced by the previous coldness.

"The tofu nao outside is not as good as yours, and the porridge and steamed buns in Bairutang are not as good as your craftsmanship."

Zheng Xueyu looked at Ye Lingtian, the girl, and said seriously: "You really put your heart into things."

It's not my intentions, but the intentions of the predecessor of this physical body.

Thinking of having a relationship with Zheng Xueyu, Ye Lingtian felt a little sorry for his physical predecessor.

Of course, this idea just flashed through my mind.

In the world of fairy magic, just do it, don't think too much.

"After breakfast, shall we go shopping?" Ye Lingtian asked.

Zheng Xueyu turned her head and looked out the window: "Go back, your injury is still not healed."

There are many more programs in modern society than the world of immortality, Ye Lingtian is not that interested, let alone the relatively backward world of immortality?

Naturally, Ye Lingtian couldn't wish for it. When paying the bill with the Zijin memory card, Zheng Xueyu said: "Xiaoyue is really very kind to you."

Before, Ye Lingtian couldn't hear any excuses, but now he couldn't smell the strong smell of vinegar, Ye Lingtian might as well hang himself with a rope.

"It's not that she is very kind to me, but that Wandantang is very kind to me."

Ye Lingtian saw that Zheng Xueyu's eyes were full of doubts, and said with a smile: "Some things, when it's time to tell you, I will naturally tell you."

Zheng Xueyu smiled sweetly: "It's okay not to talk, women, it's not good to know too much about some things."

Ye Lingtian thought about it too, followed Zheng Xueyu downstairs, and bought some rice noodles and vegetables along the way.

After the life-and-death ring incident, the Zheng family will not only provide daily expenses, but they will also be at the highest level.

It's just that Zheng Xueyu politely rejected the overtures made by the senior members of the Zheng family.

They are used to such days and want to maintain the previous tranquility.

Outside Shangyin City, halfway up Yinshan Mountain.

According to the agreement, Zheng Xiaoxiao had been waiting here early in the morning.

After two hours, the so-called master has not come yet.

Looking up at the sun hanging in the sky, Zheng Xiaoxiao was a little anxious.

Finally, a man in black came slowly through the woods with a long sword in hand.

Zheng Xiaoxiao looked happy, stepped on the thick snow to meet him, and saluted respectfully: "Sir."

The man in black nodded slightly, and said bluntly, "I offer a high price."

Zheng Xiaoxiao took out five Zijin memory cards from his pocket, and handed them to the man in black respectfully: "I know."

There are at least 50,000 gold coins in the five Zijin memory cards, and no matter where you go, it is not a small sum.

The man in black smiled at Zheng Xiaoxiao and said, "What a great handwriting."

"Mister's cultivation is worthy of this skill, and the target's cultivation is also worthy of this skill." Zheng Xiaoxiao smiled sweetly.

The man in black weighed the five Zijin memory cards in his hand and asked, "Who?"

Zheng Xiaoxiao took out a stack of square papers from his pocket and handed them to the man in black.

The man in black unfolded the paper, looked at it for a while, and frowned.

"It's not enough to buy his life at this price."

not enough? Fifty thousand gold coins can buy a life, even if Ye Lingtian is a peak Huang-level spiritual cultivator, it is enough.

"Sir, how much do you offer, I can still prepare."

Zheng Xiaoxiao still had a smile on her face. She couldn't show the slightest bit of displeasure in front of the Xuan-level spiritual cultivator, otherwise her life would be lost.

"Before asking the price, I want to ask, what is the hatred and hatred, you are so willing to pay?" The man in black asked with a smile.

Zheng Xiaoxiao frowned: "Sir, according to the rules, it doesn't seem necessary for me to tell you?"

"You really don't need to tell me, but I need to ask."

The man in black turned his head to look around, and said to Zheng Xiaoxiao, "My name is Ximen Wuji, may I ask Miss Gao's name."

Zheng Xiaoxiao couldn't understand the plot a bit, so she asked Ximen Wuji: "Is there any rule about inquiring about the employer's name when accepting a mission?"

"No one else has. I have this rule. If the lady doesn't want to say it, please find another job. However, I think there are not many masters who can defeat the peak Huang-level spiritual cultivators around Shangyin City."

Zheng Xiaoxiao was very hesitant. It's not good to say it, but if you don't say it, it will be really difficult to find someone who will kill Ye Lingtian from the reality.

"My name is Zheng Xiaoxiao."

Ximen Wuji was also a stunned man who didn't know anything, and frowned: "Zheng Xiaoxiao, the daughter of the second elder of the Zheng family?"

"That's right, it's me." Zheng Xiaoxiao puffed up her chest.

"Ye Lingtian is from the Zheng family, why did you kill him?"

Ximen Wuji shook the piece of paper in his hand, and said puzzledly: "It stands to reason that it is a blessing for the family to have such a character."

Zheng Xiaoxiao said patiently: "Mr. Ximen, I've said enough, it's too much for you to ask again."

"It's really too much!" Ximen Wuji smiled and threw five Zijin memory cards to Zheng Xiaoxiao.

What is this for? Holding the Zijin memory card in his hand, Zheng Xiaoxiao didn't come to his senses for a long time.

"If Mr. Ximen thinks the remuneration is not enough, I can add more."

"If you think my attitude is not good, I apologize, why is this?"

Ximen Wuji sneered twice, and no longer had the patience to talk down to Zheng Xiaoxiao.

"If I killed Ye Lingtian, I would kill the master. If it were you, would you do it?"

Kill the master?

Zheng Xiaoxiao stared wide-eyed, and finally asked after a long time: "Are you joking? Ye Lingtian is your master?"

bass!

Ximen Wuji drew out his long sword, and said to Zheng Xiaoxiao indifferently: "Your luck is really bad."

"Mr. Ximen, this is not true, you are kidding me, aren't you?" Zheng Xiaoxiao couldn't help backing away.

"Mysterious level spiritual cultivator recognizes the master, who can take this joke?"

How could this be? How can this be?

Ximen Wuji is an out-and-out mysterious cultivator, even in a top aristocratic family, he is considered a master, but he is Ye Lingtian's servant!

The blue brilliance flickered on the sword body, shining on the white snow, adding a bit of chill.

In the early stage of Huang-level spiritual cultivation, in front of Xuan-level spiritual cultivation, there is basically no room for resistance except waiting to die.

Zheng Xiaoxiao is not even considered a Huang-level spiritual cultivator, so how could he be Ximen Wuji's opponent.

At this moment, Zheng Xiaoxiao finally understood what despair is.

Originally, she had hoped that Ximen Wuji would help her get rid of Ye Lingtian's great scourge, but she didn't expect to be self-defeating and lead to a fatal disaster.

At the critical moment, Zheng Xiaoxiao calmed down instead.

She stood at the same spot and said to Ximen Wuji: "Mr. Ximen, this matter was done by me alone, it has nothing to do with my father"

Swish!

Before she could finish speaking, the long sword pierced through Dantian.

The purple light on the sword flashed, and the immortal power hit the meridians. Zheng Xiaoxiao held Ximen Wuji's long sword tightly with both hands, kneeling powerlessly on the snow.

The red blood gurgled and dyed the red snow, her eyes were very complicated, and she seemed to want to say something, but unfortunately, Ximen Wuji didn't give her a chance.

"It doesn't matter whether you have anything to do with Zheng Banshan, the important thing is that you are all going to die!"

Ximen Wuji drew out his long sword and dragged the dead Zheng Xiaoxiao down the hidden mountain. A streak of red blood was so glaring on the white ground.

When she came out of the Zheng Family Courtyard, Zheng Xiaoxiao would never have thought that she would return to the Zheng Family Courtyard in this way.

The guards of the Zheng family compound would never have thought that Ximen Wuji would drag Zheng Xiaoxiao's body all the way to the gate of the Zheng family.

To the top ten families, this is a shame, an out-and-out shame.

In front of the Wanyan family, the Zheng family are grandsons, and in front of Ximen Wuji, they are a family!

"Death!" The two guards looked at Zheng Xiaoxiao's body, drew their long swords and jumped up

Swish!

Ximen Wuji waved his long sword, and when the two guards fell from mid-air, they had already become two halves.

"Hand over Zheng Banshan, and the others will be saved from death!"

Ximen Wuji threw Zheng Xiaoxiao's body towards the courtyard, turned it into an afterimage, and killed it.

How can the combat power of a mysterious-level spiritual cultivator be resisted by a yellow-level spiritual cultivator? In just a moment, three yellow-level spiritual monks fell to the ground.

Ximen Wuji held a blood-dripping long sword and walked towards the Zheng family compound step by step, like an unstoppable killing god.

"Hand over Zheng Banshan, and the others will be saved from death!"

Ximen Wuji dragged a servant over, pulled his left hand, and the servant fell limply on the ground.

The Zheng family compound fell into chaos.

The sons of the Zheng family, who were able to charge forward with swords in hand before, saw that Ximen Wuji was unstoppable, and they were no longer as brave as before.

Some of the braver ones even started to scatter for their lives.

One of the so-called top ten aristocratic families, in front of Xuan-level spiritual cultivators, is like a drowning dog.

Zheng Dongfang led a few elders and rushed out immediately, looking at Ximen Wuji who couldn't stop killing in the field, he roared angrily: "Stop!"

Ximen Wuji glanced at Zheng Dongfang and the others, shook his long sword, and said with a smile: "The head of the Zheng family, right? Are you willing to come out?"

Zheng Dongfang looked at the corpse on the ground and Ximen Wuji's blood-stained long sword, trembling with anger.

"A daring lunatic who commits crimes in broad daylight, isn't he afraid of being sanctioned by the family meeting?"

Family meeting? Ximen Wuji threw a dead descendant of the Zheng family in front of Zheng Dongfang, and said angrily: "Zheng Banshan is going to kill my master, what's wrong with me coming here?"

"Let's not talk about making a fuss at the family meeting, even if it's going to be sanctioned by the Xianmen meeting, I'm not wrong!"

As soon as this remark came out, the trembling Zheng family held their long swords, and immediately set their eyes on Zheng Banshan.

Zheng Banshan's father and daughter are really good, they even offended Wanyan's family two days ago, how courageous are they?

If it wasn't for Zheng Xueyu in the arena of life and death, it is really unknown how the Zheng family would end up.

I don't think it hasn't stopped for two days, this product is even better, even offended by Xuan-level gods

Uh, to be precise, it is to kill the master of the Xuan-level spiritual cultivation.

Mysterious level divine cultivator! Since the Zheng family became an aristocratic family, there has never been a Xuan-level spiritual cultivator at all.

How many Xuan-level spiritual cultivators are there in the Wanyan family?

To what extent is the one that Zheng Banshan wants to harm by making a Xuan-level spiritual cultivator a servant?

I am afraid that if the Wanyan family wants to offend a strong person of this level, they must first weigh their own strengths.

Zheng Banshan, Zheng Banshan, you old lady is awesome, you are in such a mess, you don't take your life seriously at all.

The problem is that you don't want to die, don't drag your brothers to be buried with you!