Chapter 212
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Hearing Zhen Xiaoxiao call him "Martial Nephew", Jiu Zimo staggered and almost fell down from the air.
In just three breaths, he had been reduced to her junior … and he had even called himself that himself!
Looking at Zhen Xiaoxiao's serious face, Jiu Zimo didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Yes!"
His worried heart immediately relaxed. He still had a reverence for Eldest Senior Brother Jiu. Hearing that Zhen Xiaoxiao had issued such an order, Rosy Clouds Fairy and the others did not hesitate and immediately surrounded Jiu Zimo and flew to the bamboo garden.
He could be saved!
After eliminating the Inner Demon and receiving the nourishment of ten thousand Dharma coins' worth of Spiritual Energy, the threshold for entering the Gates of Hell was much lower.
"Okay, let's disperse."
Very satisfied with this result, Zhen Xiaoxiao waved his sleeves, indicating that everyone could go home and sleep.
Shaking its long tail, the Black Armor Great Demon carried its owner and her friends on its back and slowly walked toward the mountain that Small Gruel had occupied.
Following it was the dense tide of crocodile whelps that retreated.
Finally no longer threatened by the beasts, the Flying Dragon Sect disciples all dropped their weapons and lay down on the ground.
Tired!
Too tired!
They hadn't had a good night's sleep for six whole years. Today's nightmare had finally ended. It really made them feel too happy.
At this time, only Jiu Zimo, who had stepped into the bamboo garden and was about to go into seclusion again, paused for a moment and looked back at Zhen Xiaoxiao's back. His eyes were full of endless complexity and entanglement.
At the most impossible moment, this woman had stirred up the flames of war.
At the most unlikely moment to stop the battle, she forcefully stopped her hand that was in control of life and death.
She had stopped Junior Brother Bei's self-destruction with a mysterious technique and cut off his Demon Heart with words!
I really don't know if this woman is a demon or a saint? Should I be grateful or afraid?
"Let's go home and eat!"
After such a commotion, Zhen Xiaoxiao finally had time to take care of Small Gruel's mood.
Hearing the word "eat", Dumbo was so excited that his long eyelashes fluttered and he rushed up to kiss Zhen Xiaoxiao a few more times.
Zhen Xiaoxiao was still not used to seeing that breathtaking face reflected in his eyes.
Gritting his teeth, he stomped his feet before raising his palm and slapping Small Gruel to the ground.
"This lady is as pure as ice and as clean as jade. I will never … lose my chastity because of beauty …"
It was very difficult for this thought to arise.
After slapping Small Gruel to the ground, Zhen Xiaoxiao couldn't help but stare at Small Gruel for a while. Previously, he had focused all his energy on the crocodile demon and his revenge. Even if he was shocked by the change in Small Gruel, he didn't have time to look at him.
Now, all the problems had been solved perfectly.
He took a closer look …
Damn it! It looked even better!
After losing the fat, his body was as straight as a pine tree, without any excess or deficiency. His chiseled face was definitely a masterpiece of the Creator. It would have been fine if they were just harmonious, but the peaks of their eyebrows had a heroic spirit, the corners of their eyes had a misty look, the bridge of their nose was high, and their lips were tightly pursed.
When he was silent, he reminded people of an ancient tree that had sunk into oblivion.
When he smiled, it was as if the pine tree had melted into snow, bringing a refreshing feeling to his face.
Even if he was in a daze, the shallow slackness in his eyes could not hide the graceful and ever-changing starlight in the bottom of his eyes.
This was definitely not the Water Confusion Body like Ji Qingyi's. It was a natural appearance that even the powerful spiritual energy in Zhen Xiaoxiao's sea of consciousness could not reject it.
His expression was a little sluggish.
Zhen Xiaoxiao grabbed his collar tightly, trying to stop himself from pouncing on him and ravaging him.
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