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Chapter one hundred and ten, the old thing

But the protagonist, who talked about the Beast Girlfriend and asked all humans to accept the Beast Girl with him, is really disgusting.

Shaking his head, Jiang He closed the window and took out a wooden folding bed from the storage ring.

It is mainly because the space in the storage ring is valuable and the folding saves space.

The next day, Jiang He woke up. Indeed, having a bed is much better than not having a bed.

But speaking of this, I really need some spirit stones to improve my strength.

The protagonist's chance is also time to move.

But the key is that it is about to go to the border area and there is no time!

I can only... let others go for me, and then send all the benefits to myself to the border area, and enjoy it.

The main tool is...who will let you do it well...

"Come!" Jiang He shouted.

Then, Manager Zhao pushed the door and walked in respectfully.

Manager Zhao has always been so dedicated and has been like this for more than ten years.

Before joining the sect, Manager Zhao often stayed outside Jianghe's practice room in Jiangfu. Whenever Jianghe called someone, Manager Zhao would come in immediately.

Fortunately, he is also a cultivator, so he will not cause too much burden on his body.

"Have Qu Hai'an woken up?" Jiang He asked.

at the same time.

In the Hall of the Holy Son, Qu Hai'an opened his eyes in a residence.

He sat up, lifted the bed curtain, and looked around the outside.

It is very strange, but it is also very clean. The bed is made of precious golden nanmu, and the gold wire on it is clearly visible.

The oil lamp on the golden floor lamp table beside the bed has been turned off, and there are many table and chair furnishings in the room that look valuable.

The floor is paved with black floor tiles, with a smooth and delicate surface, like ceramics.

But Qu Hai'an knew that this was not ceramic at all, but real pure stone bricks, which were called black stone jade in Tianxuan Sect. It was very precious. Whether it was the Elder's Court or the Sect Master's Hall, as long as it was indoors, important places in Tianxuan Sect were paved with this kind of stone bricks.

It is not difficult to judge that he is still in the Holy Son Hall.

Seeing a figure walking towards the door of the house outside the window paper, Qu Hai'an was lying on the bed again and closed his eyes.

Then, he heard the sound of opening the door.

After the door opened, you could hear a person's footsteps getting closer and closer.

Then, the owner of the footsteps walked to the bed and opened the curtain.

Qu Hai'an did not move, nor did he open his eyes, but just pretended to be asleep.

He tried to activate his spiritual sense to learn about the situation of the figure.

call!

Suddenly, his spiritual consciousness suddenly spread out like a tiger's roar.

This change made him jump.

Since he lost his cultivation, the spiritual consciousness that he could control became pitifully weak. When did his spiritual consciousness become so powerful?

Before he could recognize the figure through his spiritual sense, he felt that the figure actually reached out and wanted to lift his quilt.

The vigilant Qu Hai'an immediately stretched out his hand and grabbed the visitor's wrist with a snap.

Then, a female voice started to scream.

"ah!!"

Qu Hai'an looked at it carefully and saw a maid.

There was also a basin of water emitting a little heat on the stool beside the bed.

"What are you doing!" Qu Hai'an said sternly.

The maid was grabbed on her wrist and felt a little aggrieved: "Manager Zhao was afraid that you would not wake up, so he told me to scrub you in the morning..."

At this moment, a sound came from outside the door:

Slap sex!

Jiang He clapped his hands and walked in.

"Qu Hai'an, you are so majestic. Even an ordinary maid wants to bully you!"

When Qu Hai'an saw Jiang He, he didn't know Jiang He's name yet.

"Son of the Holy Son!?"

Jiang He walked to Qu Hai'an and saw that he was still holding the maid's wrist, and the latter's palms were congested.

"Why don't you let go?" Jiang He shouted sternly.

Qu Hai'an was startled by Jiang He's voice and immediately let go of his hand.

"You go down first." Jiang He said to the maid.

The maid rubbed her wrists, bent her knees gently, and then left.

Jiang He looked at Qu Hai'an and continued, "Why, I just want to attack others after I recovered my cultivation?"

"My cultivation..." Qu Hai'an felt the power in his body, and felt that a long-lost force had filled his body again.

"Have you helped me restore my cultivation?" Qu Hai'an asked.

"What else?" Jiang He said: "Is this holy son able to use those little tricks to make you go around?"

"How did you get the position of the Holy Son?" Qu Hai'an asked again.

"I advise you to lower your posture." Jiang He said: "When you see this Son, you will neither politely nor call your Highness. You only know how to sit on the bed and talk to me."

"I really think this Holy Son will not attack you?"

"You!" Qu Hai'an instinctively used his power, and in an instant, a powerful spiritual energy in the heart fire realm erupted.

Just as Qu Hai'an was amazed at his power, he heard Jiang He's dissatisfied voice.

"I don't know the old thing who is tall and thick!"

Qu Hai'an is not an elder of the sect, so he is a subject of the sect and an ordinary subject. He dares to burst into power in front of the sage son. This is very disrespectful!

Jiang He grabbed Qu Hai'an's collar and pulled him up.

Bang!

Then, Jiang He swung to the side, then kicked Qu Hai'an out in an instant.

If Jiang He, an old man who has just recovered his cultivation, can’t even cure him, then why are you the Holy Son?

Qu Hai'an was kicked out of the room without even reacting.

Click!

A dazzling lightning shot out from the house and instantly hit Qu Hai'an.

"Uh!" A violent burning pain filled Qu Hai'an's whole body. He really didn't expect that the power of this thunder would be so strong. At this time, even his limbs were emitting blue smoke.

"This Holy Son has repeatedly endured you, but you are still ungrateful and seeking death!"

Jiang He rushed out of the room, and the power of the golden spirit root filled his whole body. He instantly came to Qu Hai'an who had fallen to the ground and punched Qu Hai'an in the head.

Bang!

After Qu Hai'an's head touched Jiang He's fist, the huge force made him hit the ground again.

For a moment, the ground cracked into pieces.

Next, the fists wrapped in lightning followed one by one.

Bang bang bang bang!

Qu Hai'an's head hit the ground again and again.

He tried to use his defensive skills to form a defensive barrier on his head, but every time his defense was just formed, it would be instantly broken by the powerful lightning.

After a few moves, Qu Hai'an had no power to fight back.

He was very shocked. If he was injured by the Holy Son yesterday because he had no cultivation, then today would be completely different.

His newly recovered power that had made him proud for most of his life was like paper in front of the other side.
Chapter completed!
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