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1"You …"

Yin Ying was at a loss for words. She rolled her eyes at the annoying fellow in front of her, wishing she could give him a good beating.

However, Yin Ying knew very well that she was no match for this pervert. She had suffered a setback last time.

Yin Ying's eyes twitched as she squinted at Du Shaomu, "I think you're just talking nonsense. With my current condition, how many powerful medical experts from the Pill Master are powerless to help me? Although you have some skills, could you still be stronger than those Pill Ancestor Realm experts?"

"The Pill Monarch is nothing. Even the Pill Saint was once just a herbalist medicine boy in my pill room." Du Shaomu didn't think much of it, he was calm and collected from the beginning to the end.

"Your tone is too arrogant …" Aren't you afraid that the wind will blow your tongue? "

Yin Ying almost gasped for breath as she thought, This guy is really crazy to the extreme.

What level of expert was the Pill Saint?

In the current world, only the legends had the existence of a pill saint.

However, this fellow actually said that the Pill Saint was just a ingredient boy from his past, and that this brat who was still wet behind the ears was too arrogant.

Yin Ying felt that she wasn't stupid, because only a fool would believe his words.

"You don't need to believe me. If you don't want to be my maid, then don't follow me. I still need to return to the World College to take care of some matters." Du Shaomu spoke as he walked forward.

Looking at Du Shaomu's back, Yin Ying's eyes moved. She pouted and said, "Hey, even if I believe that you can solve my problem, what can I do for you?"

"If you become my maid, I will naturally solve your problem!" Du Shaomu responded, but did not look back.

"Didn't you say you were a war general?" Yin Ying raised her eyebrows.

"When you go out to war, you are a war general. When you sweep through the wastelands, you are a war general. But normally, you are a maid!" Du Shaomu replied.

"But I can't wash and cook." Yin Ying said hatefully.

"I don't know how to learn." Du Shaomu said as he walked further and further away.

"Then can I give it a try first? If you can't solve my problem when the time comes, can I leave?" Yin Ying asked.

"Of course you can." Du Shaomu said, "For my maid, for my general, come and go freely. I will not restrict your freedom."

"Then will you teach me your disguise skill?" Yin Ying asked, a light flickering in the depths of her eyes.

"As long as you agree to be my maid and become my general, I can teach you right now." Du Shaomu had already reached the end of Yin Ying's line of sight.

"Then, I, I can temporarily be your maid and general, but I have something to say first. You have to solve the problem on my body."

Yin Ying took a step forward. Her feet rippled with Essence Qi and her body flashed like a ray of light as she immediately caught up to Du Shaomu. Blinking her large eyes, she said with a hint of warning, "Also, you can't force me to do something that I'm not willing to do."

"As my maid, as my general, then what I have said is the only thing that I must do unconditionally. There is no room for negotiation!"

His gaze swept Yin Ying up and down as he said, "If you are just worried that I am interested in your looks, then there is no need. Although you have some looks, but to me, how many Holy Maiden do not matter, not to mention, I already have a wife."

"Hmph …"

As if she was hit by what Du Shaomu had said, a gentle ripple appeared on Yin Ying's brows. Her old clothes accentuated her fair skin, and her pink lips curved upwards slightly, making her look even more bewitching. She glanced at Du Shaomu with her white eyes and said, "Goddess, you've been talking big, but who would be willing to marry such an arrogant disciple like you?"

"My wife is not something that those so-called Holy Maiden of the gods can compare with."

Du Shaomu raised his eyes and smiled, that image of that beautiful woman appeared in his mind. He remembered that the first time he met her, he got married in a daze, and he wondered how she was doing with her Heavenly Martial Sect.

As a woman, Yin Ying was afraid that this guy would have ideas about her. But now, she was not convinced. She straightened her body, widened her eyes, and asked Du Shaomu: "Could it be that your wife is prettier than me?"

When I married her, I made a promise to her that from then on, we would live together and live together for the rest of our lives. If anyone dares to bully her, I will kill them, if someone dares to bully her, I will behead them, if someone dares to bully you, I will destroy them. In this life, she will accompany me throughout the nine heavens and the earth.

Du Shaomu spoke word by word before he left in large strides.

Yin Ying stood dumbstruck on the spot. A few strands of hair were lifted by the wind. At that moment, a strange glow flickered in her eyes, as if she was carefully savoring the words she had said just now. A stone was thrown into the tranquil water, causing ripples to appear.

At this moment, as Yin Ying stared at the departing figure, the fluctuations in her eyes became unbearable.

Was this really what this arrogant guy had said?

Any woman in this world would not be able to stand this kind of love speech.

"Such flowery words are used by a swindler. This fellow is definitely a swindler!"

Staring at his back, Yin Ying pouted. She did not believe that he was the one who said those words. However, she also felt that only this arrogant guy could say such words.

"Wait for me."

Yin Ying snapped out of her daze and chased after him.

"..."

"Bastard …!"

Two days later, in a certain hall in the Barren Hill Imperial Capital, Blood Nether's and Nanmen Binngjue's face were ashen.

Dai Hu, Young King Nanmen and a few others had their Seal Inhibition s removed from their bodies. They had returned to normal, and all of them had gloomy expressions.

Especially Dai Hu, his expression was extremely ugly.

At this moment, other than Blood Nether and Nanmen Binngjue, there was a middle-aged man and an old woman sitting at the head of the hall.

The man looked to be in his forties, with long, blood-red hair draped over his shoulders. He sat there quietly, making it difficult to see his face clearly. He gave off a vague feeling, as if the space around him was constantly changing.

The old woman was slightly plump as she sat upright, holding an ancient bronze walking stick in her hand. Her head was full of silver hair, and although there were some wrinkles on her face, her eyes were deep and bright.

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