Qi Zhuoyu’s love poison was greatly improved on the second day.
After the water demon was annihilated, the spiritual lake in front of them dried up overnight, leaving only a huge pit.
Seeing this, Feng Xuan was not particularly surprised.
Because he seemed to have vaguely guessed something before.
After all, the oasis where they rested should be the only source of water within a hundred miles.
Such a place was an excellent treasure trove that attracted beasts, robbers, bandits, and monsters.
But during the few days Feng Xuan stayed, he didn’t encounter anything.
He guessed that it might be Qi Zhuoyu who set up a barrier near the oasis.
And why did he only spare the water demon inside the oasis?
The biggest reason was that the water demon and the spiritual lake were one. If the water demon was killed, the spiritual lake would dry up.
The water demon didn’t dare to come out before, probably because it felt Qi Zhuoyu’s terrifying strength and didn’t dare to make a move.
It only dared to hide its light and wait until the big devil’s love poison broke out before it came out to make trouble.
It had to be said that Qi Zhuoyu’s character was indeed extremely arrogant.
Letting a big demon that dominated one side hide under his own eyelids was not a crazy thing that could be done without extreme confidence in his own strength.
But similarly, Feng Xuan also inexplicably felt a little bit of consideration from the big devil.
He kept the water demon because he needed water, right?
Otherwise, with his violent character of cutting grass and removing people’s ancestors for eighteen generations.
The water demon would have been annihilated on the first day.
Suddenly, why is there a little bit of small touch of emotion?
Feng Xuan felt that his conscience suddenly grew out again.
He was eating a fruit called Liu fruit that was abundant in the cultivation world. After peeling the thick skin outside, there were small, crystal-clear, deep red fruits inside.
Take a bite and the juice was abundant. In the scorching desert, it was very refreshing to pour on ice cream.
Looking at the Liu fruit that he had painstakingly peeled in front of him, Feng Xuan reluctantly gave up.
He filled a whole stack, and then gave it to Qi Zhuoyu.
It’s considered to be a nutritional supplement for the big devil’s love poison injury.
Qi Zhuoyu opened his eyes and saw the little ancestor’s neatly stacked mountain-high Liu fruit, pushing towards him.
After staring at him for a few seconds, Qi Zhuoyu calmly said, “Can’t finish, so much was left?”
What does it mean to not be able to finish and so much was left?
Does he look like the kind of spirit who would only give him things if he couldn’t finish eating?
Alright, it seemed a bit like that before.
But this stack is entirely out of his sincere gratitude, okay?
Qi Zhuoyu saw him not speaking, thinking he guessed wrong.
So he looked at the few Liu fruits on the table that hadn’t been peeled yet, and continued, “Or do you need me to peel the ones on the table for you?”
Feng Xuan: “…”
So you love to be a housework servant, huh?
Big devil, this is what you asked for!
So before the dragon carriage arrived at Guixu Country, all the Liu fruits on the table were peeled by Qi Zhuoyu.
This time Feng Xuan really couldn’t eat anymore, he ate most of them out of spite, and his belly was a bit bulging.
The rest, Qi Zhuoyu helped him eat.
He really didn’t understand Qi Zhuoyu a bit.
Does he have some weird habit of loving to eat leftovers?
Guixu Country was located in the south of the human continent.
A hundred years ago, this was a vast ocean.
The sea-going merchant ships of the human empire set sail from here, opening up the trade route with the nine continents.
On this once water-rich land, various ethnic groups and tribes lived.
In the depths of the South Sea, the merfolk here multiplied and cultivated.
Now the sea had turned into a desert, and the times had changed. The current Guixu Country was no longer what it used to be.
In the desert stood buildings built with stone bricks, not too high or too low, the architectural style was all round arch roofs, and there were huge beads for decoration on the top, which was very different from the style of the Central Plains.
The sand was yellow, and the castle was also yellow. At first glance, the Guixu Country and the desert of the South Sea were connected.
The ruler of Guixu Country, Begroga, had returned to the Guixu Country two days ago.
The ministers surrounded him, and the messy voices revealed one question.
That was, did the ruler go to the Central Plains to invite those cultivators to catch demons, have they arrived yet?
It turned out that the Guixu Country had been harassed by monsters for many months.
This time the ruler of the Guixu Country entered Chang’an to offer treasures, the most important thing was to invite the cultivators of the human empire to slay demons for them.
Begroga reassured, “My subjects, please rest assured. This King has invited the immortal master of the first cultivation sect in the Central Plains this time, and he will arrive in our country soon.”
After hearing this, whether it was the ministers or the people, they all breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.
And then the discussion quickly started, the customs of the Guixu Country was open, because there were not many people, both the ministers and the people were at the city gate to welcome Begroga.
Hearing the king’s words, whispers came.
“Central Plains cultivators, I’ve seen them in picture books, are they all the kind with immortal aura?”
“Listening to the King, it should be the first cultivator in the Central Plains, it should look like the kind with white hair and long beard, right?”
“Hmm? Thinking about it this way, just looking at the face, I feel that the cultivation is very strong.”
“I heard that the cultivators of the Central Plains all come by riding swords, they should be here soon, right?”
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Speaking of Qi Zhuoyu, Qi Zhuoyu arrived.
But it’s not like the white-haired, immortal old cultivator figure imagined by the ministers and people of the Guixu Country.
Even the image of coming by riding a sword was different.
In the sky of the Guixu Country, a gust of wind suddenly blew up.
The sky-covering yellow sand intertwined into a huge shadow.
In the shadow, the three-headed dragon opened its huge wings and roared as it landed on the city wall.
The hurricane driven by the flapping of the wings blew the ministers and people all over the place.
When the hurricane stopped, Qi Zhuoyu came out of the dragon carriage.
The hands that had just finished peeling the Liu fruit for Feng Xuan, all ten fingertips were dyed red, plus the configuration of this dragon, it looked like the standard appearance of a big demon king – as if he had just gone somewhere to eat hundreds of children, and his hands were still stained with blood that he hadn’t had time to wash off.
Then Feng Xuan jumped out of the dragon carriage.
Everyone: Oh! There’s one child left that he didn’t have time to finish eating!
Then, a minister tremblingly said, “Is this… is this some new big demon that has come…does the heavens want to destroy our Guixu Country?”
Begroga was speechless for a moment, although he knew in the Central Plains that Qi Zhuoyu’s style was a bit villainous, but he didn’t expect it to be so much like a villain, so he had to explain with a stiff face, “Everyone, don’t be afraid, he is not a demon, he is the cultivator that this King has invited from the Central Plains.”
At this point, the scene was dead silent.
Everyone’s heads popped up with a bunch of question marks: ?? Is the King serious, the cultivator you invited doesn’t look like he’s going to catch demons, he looks like he’s going to help the demons make trouble and wipe us out, do you know?? —
The psychological activities and speculations of the citizens and ministers of the Guixu Country did not affect Feng Xuan at all.
It should be said that he now seemed to have a bit of a broken jar, and he was used to this kind of villainous appearance. (TL: broken jar-It is a metaphor that after having shortcomings, mistakes or setbacks, letting it go without correction, or intentionally developing in a worse direction)
Begroga arranged a welcome banquet for them, and kindly invited them into the palace.
Along the way, Feng Xuan was attracted by the exotic architecture, touching here for a while, and there for a while.
Qi Zhuoyu turned his head and asked, “Do you like it?”
Feng Xuan nodded honestly, “I like it very much.”
After saying that, as if thinking of something, he quickly added, “Senior brother, what I said I like is just pure appreciation, and I don’t mean to take them as my own!”
Otherwise, with Qi Zhuoyu’s domineering character, it was very likely that after he said he liked it, he would have occupied the Guixu Country.
It’s not that Feng Xuan was overthinking, it’s that the big devil really did such outrageous things.
“Is that so.” Qi Zhuoyu’s expression indeed showed regret, as if it was a pity that he couldn’t snatch the Guixu Country.
Feng Xuan: See! He knew it!!
The banquet was set in the main hall of the palace, and Feng Xuan was a bit uncomfortable with this kind of political communication.
To be honest, he hated attending banquets when he was in the Ninth Heaven, feeling that it was more comfortable to sleep in the Qifeng Palace.
But because of his noble status, Bai Yujing always loved to pull him together for any banquet.
When he came to the mortal world to experience calamity, although he also attended banquets, he didn’t feel as uncomfortable as when he was with Bai Yujing.
After all, every banquet he attended was with Qi Zhuoyu.
The big devil seemed to be quite careful in some aspects.
Anyway, everything was arranged for him clearly, even the fact that he didn’t like to drink alcohol and liked to drink juice was noticed.
He only needed to eat and drink at the banquet, and he didn’t need to participate in any other socializing.
It’s like being enclosed in a very comfortable small circle, protected tightly.
He thought that the sentence “Senior brother will cover you” that Qi Zhuoyu said before was just a casual boast.
I didn’t expect him to really implement it until now.
For a while, Feng Xuan couldn’t tell what he was feeling.
That feeling of chest tightness due to poor air circulation in the dragon carriage came back again.
It’s killing me.
Is the air circulation in such a big palace so bad?
Feng Xuan subconsciously looked up at the surroundings, and every stained glass window was open.
He quietly looked at Qi Zhuoyu again, the big devil usually speaks “I will kill you”, “It’s your luck to be robbed by me” , these kinds of simple and brutal sentences that make people angry.
He didn’t expect that when he was talking to Begroga, he was talking eloquently, and it felt a bit like a big country diplomacy.
Sometimes Feng Xuan had to admit that Qi Zhuoyu, this person, did have a bit of genius in various aspects.
Staring at him for a few moments, he was inexplicably attracted.
His heartbeat also unconsciously sped up a bit.
As a result, he was caught by Qi Zhuoyu, and he glanced at him with a smile in his tone, “Haven’t you seen enough?”
Feng Xuan came back to his senses: ? Who hasn’t seen enough? !
Shameless.
He just looked at it twice just now, okay.
Sure enough, the accelerated heartbeat is an illusion.
It’s definitely because the palace windows are not open enough.
Qi Zhuoyu saw his cheeks bulging with anger, and probably thought it was fun to tease him.
In a boring banquet, he finally found something interesting, so he said leisurely, “I didn’t mean to blame you.”
Oh.
So I really have to thank you, Senior brother?
Feng Xuan looked at him with an outrageous look.
It’s hard, it’s hard, the fist is really hard.
