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Zhao Xuan grabbed Ying Zheng's sleeve tightly, resolutely refusing to let him go back. Ying Zheng squinted at her coldly, ignored her tugging, took a step forward, and wanted to leave.
He raised his foot, but found it difficult to move.
Zhao Xuan's almond-shaped eyes blinked slightly, and her eyes were full of pride. I want to run, but there is no way!
Don't look at Zhao Xuan as petite, but she is not an ordinary person. Ying Zheng wants to leave, unless he releases all his strength immediately and breaks free.
Ying Zheng frowned and looked at Zhao Xuan indifferently, with a little impatience on his calm face.
Zhao Xuan grabbed him tightly: "Buy vegetables, let's go home after shopping."
"Don't eat!" Ying Zheng was as immobile as a mountain. He was a zombie and didn't need to eat, so he had to listen to her.
Zhao Xuan was speechless, and then, she gritted her teeth and decided to fight.
"For half a month, except for sleeping, if you can stay with me every step of the way, I will give you a drop of fairy blood." She still didn't believe it, no matter who he was, any zombie could stand it. The temptation of fairy blood?
Ying Zheng's tall body paused slightly, but he still did not put down his raised feet.
Zhao Xuan: "" She was about to bleed, so why was he still indifferent.
"Hey, do you agree or not? Just a word." Zhao Xuan glared at him angrily. If it's okay, tell me a word. Will you die if you say one more word?
There was a flash of light in Ying Zheng's eyes, and he said after a long time, "Two drops!"
Zhao Xuan gasped and felt a slight pain in her teeth. This guy went too far and wanted two drops of her blood. In the past, it was only one drop in ten years!
"Don't push yourself too hard, you think my blood is Chinese cabbage, just one drop."
Ying Zheng was unwavering: "Two drops!"
Zhao Xuan gritted her teeth, her forehead twitched, and said angrily: "Yes, the time will be increased by one year, and you must stay by my side within one year."
Two drops is two drops, but the time must be extended so that it can't be cheap for him. In this year, she might still be able to practice martial arts, and it would not be too bad for two drops of blood to exchange for a year of free activities.
Ying Zheng remained unmoved: "Half a month!"
The two stood on the street bargaining. In the end, Zhao Daxian, who called himself an immortal, failed to defeat His Majesty the First Emperor who unified the six kingdoms. He was defeated and compromised.
However, Zhao Daxian still fought for himself, changing from half a month to two months.
Although she has endless immortal blood, Zhao Xuan still feels pain in her flesh. Every drop of her fairy blood contains fairy energy, which is a great tonic for monsters!
This fellow Yingzheng is too treacherous!
I am so pissed off!
Zhao Xuan felt a little regretful. When a zombie sees blood, it is like a hungry wolf sees meat. Why did she use immortal blood to lure him!
"Don't you want to buy groceries? Let's go." Ying Zheng looked at her indifferently, his long eyebrows raised slightly imperceptibly, this woman, is it really so easy to see my joke?
Zhao Xuan glanced at Ying Zheng angrily, raised her head slightly, turned around, and gave Ying Zheng a cold back. Looking at the aggrieved woman, Ying Zheng's eyes moved slightly, his brows curved, a slight smile appeared on his stiff face, and he stepped up to follow.
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In the evening, when the twilight was dim, Zhao Xuan counted the time, put on her apron, and plunged into the kitchen.
Over the years, in order to satisfy her appetite, she has practiced her cooking skills, so it is not difficult for her to cook a meal or something.
After Ying Zheng returned from the market, he got the two drops of immortal blood promised by Zhao Xuan, and lay back in his coffin to rest. He was not in a hurry to devour the blood, but asked Zhao Xuan for a jade bottle to keep the blood. He only sucked a drop of fairy blood last year, and that drop of blood is still in his body, not completely digested.
The energy contained in the blood of the fairy is too huge, if it continues to devour it without absorbing it all, it is very likely that it will explode and die.
Ying Zheng slept all day, and when it was getting dark, he finally got up from the coffin refreshed. Although he is not afraid of sunlight, like all zombies, he hates sunlight. Only the dark night can calm him down.
When Ying Zheng opened the door and came out, he saw Zhao Xuan squatting in the yard with a kitchen knife, wrestling with a fish.
Yingzheng was noncommittal about Zhao Xuan's life according to the habits of ordinary people.
When Zhao Xuan heard the movement, she glanced at Ying Zheng indifferently, then buried her head and continued to kill the fish. She was still a little angry about being abducted by Ying Zheng for an extra drop of fairy blood in the morning.
The two of them did not say a word at the same time, and the small courtyard was very quiet.
At this time, a cheerful shout suddenly came from outside the shop.
"Master, I'm back!"
 Hearing the voice, Zhao Xuan's almond eyes gleamed with joy, and said loudly to the outside of the yard: "I'm back, why did I come back so late today?"
Zhao Yu usually gets home on Friday afternoon, and he has never been home like this before it was almost dark.
"The passenger car broke down on the road, so it was a little late to come back."
Zhao Yu put the schoolbag under the counter in the shop, and walked into the courtyard while talking. As soon as he stepped into the yard, he saw a strange man standing upright under the eaves. The man has a tall figure, a slightly pale complexion, and a well-defined face like a sculpture. He exudes a majestic aura of a king that shocks the world, which cannot be ignored.
Although he was very imposing, Zhao Yu could see some haze from him at a glance. What puzzled him the most were his red eyes.
The handsome smile on Zhao Yu's face paused slightly, slightly astonished.
"Come here and help me handle the fish, I'll go and see what's in the pot." Zhao Xuan waved to Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu glanced at Ying Zheng, then turned his gaze to his master: "Master, who is this uncle?"
Zhao Xuan's apricot eyes sank slightly, and said with a smile: "She is a friend of the master, you can call him Uncle Zheng, he has recently gone down the mountain to practice, and he is temporarily staying at our house."
Zhao Yu frowned in confusion. He has been with the master for so long, but he has never seen her have any friends. This male "friend" who suddenly appeared at his home could not be the master's boyfriend!
Thinking of this, Zhao Yu's eyes widened sharply, and when he looked at Ying Zheng again, his eyes were a little more critical.
Although this man is tall and big, but his face is so pale, it looks like he has a physical problem. How did the master find a sick man to be his boyfriend?
No, I have to find an opportunity to talk to the master, and I can't let her be cheated by this guy.
As for "going down the mountain to practice", ghosts believe it!
Looking at his appearance, even though the body of a cultivator is slender and looks a little thin, his complexion is ruddy and shiny, and his spirit is particularly good. It's not like this, although the aura is very strong, but it is a bit gloomy, no matter how you look at it, it feels a bit weird.
No, no, this man can't.
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