If you mess with the devil, it's over!

Early the next morning, Yu Xi slowly opened his eyes from practicing, his long eyelashes slightly raised, cold yet charming.

A wisp of cold air came out of his mouth, and he stretched out his hand to open the window. A gust of cold wind blew in his face from the outside. It was nothing in the past, because he himself cultivated the Ice Way.

But Lan Yu, who was still dozing next to him, couldn't help but pulled the quilt and retracted his head into the quilt, like a caterpillar.

Yu Xi was also quite helpless. This little guy stayed at his place last night and did not go back to his room. He excitedly said that he wanted to practice like him all night, but he fell asleep in less than two hours.

However, Yu Xi is not worried that the spiritual energy leaked from his cultivation will cause harm to him. His control over spiritual energy is not limited to the pulling of thoughts, but he can also achieve complete control.

Because he is an assassin himself, he is very good at concealing and controlling his aura.

This is something that every killer must master skillfully, otherwise when performing a mission, he may be noticed before he even gets close to the mission target.

It can be said that as long as they are not those evil geniuses, at the same stage of cultivation as themselves, Yu Xi's control over spiritual power is much better than most.

It would be difficult for a monk who is at the same level or a little higher level than himself to know what level his cultivation level is. Of course, if he is a monk who specializes in pupil skills and has the ability to detect spiritual treasures, he will pretend that he has not said anything.

"Red Fox..." Lan Yu may have been awakened by the cold wind just now. He opened his eyes in a daze, slowly got out of the bed, and rubbed his sleepy eyes with a pair of small hands. eyes.

Although he sat up on the bed, he wrapped the quilt around himself again. A pair of small hands just pulled the window frame, looking at the sky that was almost bright.

"Aren't you cold?" Looking at Yu Xi, who was letting the cold wind blow his long hair, Lan Yu blurted out. Then he seemed to remember that the spiritual power released by the person next to him was even colder, and his face was a little embarrassed.

"My brother is not afraid of the cold the most." Yu Xi smiled slightly, stood up, walked to the table, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it in one gulp.

"Are we going to find Sister Juyi and the others?"

"No, just rest. The two of them will come over by themselves in a while." Yu Xi smiled. It would be bad to go to the female devil at this time.

Just like that, less than half an hour later, someone knocked on Yu Xi's door from outside.

The young man propped his head up and looked a little lazy. He blinked his charming eyes and looked at the door. He knew who was coming without even thinking about it.

He didn't expect to knock on the door. This was the first time the female devil entered his room and knocked on the door, but he figured it out after thinking about it.

Juyi's little sweetheart is here. Juyi must have gone to the next room first and saw no one, so the second daughter came here.

"Come in." Yu Xi said lazily.

As soon as he finished speaking, the concierge was pushed away from the outside, and two women's figures appeared in the field of vision, it was Qi Lan and Ju Yi.

The two girls just entered the room and stopped together in perfect agreement.

As they looked around, the young man was sitting lazily on a chair with his head half propped up, while Lan Yu was helping him comb his hair.

Either Yu Xi asked this little thing to do this for him, or Lan Yu felt that the boy's hair was very long, and some of the strands were scattered unevenly, so he had nothing to do, so he helped him smooth it down.

Yu Xi didn't refuse, as long as he didn't make it too fancy for himself.

"Ju'er..." Juyi hesitated to speak. Fortunately, this was not the first time he had seen this situation. Last time on the carriage, his little green plum was playing with this man's hair.

"Sister Juyi, I'll be waiting for a while." Xiao Lanxu seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder. He insisted on combing the young man's broken hair, and then he was willing to let it go. However, he had always ignored one thing. The young man's hair accessories were very simple. , it’s just a hairpin, and it will look the same when it’s broken outside.

Organized in this way, it seems a bit unnatural, without that natural beauty.

After a while, Lan Yu reached out and plucked the tassels on the boy's hairpin, and then looked away with satisfaction.

"Let's go." Qi Lan didn't know what to say. He was such a charming person, but Ju Yi always felt like her husband had been abducted, and the other person was a man, which was simply outrageous.

"Shouldn't we leave after breakfast?"

"My wife is really frugal."

Yu Xi stood up slowly, relaxed and said lazily.

"Xi'er." Qi Lan looked at his misfortune with a smile on his face. This man was really naughty.

"Forget it, let the wife say whatever she says. Who made you the wife of this concubine?" The young man winked charmingly and walked up to her elegantly, with a bright smile and eyes like ripples of autumn waves. , a pair of lotus-rooted arms raised, and gently hugged her neck.

With a gentle smile on his stern face, Qi Lan reached out and scratched his nose with her index finger. When the boy put his hand down, he naturally held his fair and slender hand.

This man is a husband, who can sit in the arms without any chaos?

Immediately, the four people came out of Lingzhui Mansion and returned to the chariot.

"Your Highness, a breath came out of Lingzhui Mansion just now, and it seems to be following me." Mr. Zhao's old voice reached Qi Lan's ears, making her frown.

"How is his cultivation level?" Qi Lan asked, not even realizing it. Either this person's cultivation level was very high, or he had some kind of spiritual weapon to hide his aura, and it was not simple.

"I'm sorry that I can't be sure."

Qi Lan was thoughtful after hearing this answer.

"Master Wife?" Noticing the change in the woman's eyes, Yu Xi was a little confused and raised his beautiful eyes to look at her with some doubts.

"Nothing." Qi Lan looked at the boy in his arms and smiled.

Yu Xi withdrew his gaze, moved lightly, and slowly came out of her arms. Since she didn't intend to say anything, there was no need for him to ask anymore, as there would be no result.

If there is anything that gives him a headache, let alone himself, he has no way to solve it.

Moreover, this is a feudal society with strong feminism. Since you don’t want to let yourself know, it’s best not to inquire.

With this in mind, Yu Xi took out a futon and some pastries from Rong Jie, sat on it and quietly enjoyed his breakfast.

Of course, neither of these things are my own, but they are now.

The futon belongs to Qi Lan, and the pastry was given to him by Lan Su this morning.

On the streets of the city, a woman wearing the costume of a Lingzhui Mansion disciple was walking towards the city gate. This person was Liu Wan, whom Yu Xi and Lan Yu met yesterday afternoon.

"Master, why are you going in the opposite direction?" Liu Wan sent a message to the old man on his glove with some confusion.

As long as you don't follow closely, with this star ring spiritual weapon in hand, the aura will never be easily detected by others.

"There was a breath that noticed your position just now. Although it was only for a moment, it will be exposed in the long run." The old man's voice sounded in Liu Wan's ears again.

"Disciple, if you want to find a Taoist companion, there are many good men in the world, so there is no need to stick to a tree."

"Master, I know, but such stunning beauty is exactly what I have been looking for. I have a sense of proportion." Liu Wan said. In fact, from the bottom of her heart, she also felt that her master's words were right, but when it comes to persistence, , that’s not a problem, it’s just her pride that’s causing trouble.

To put it simply, this kind of mentality is already pathological. You feel that the things, objects or people you like should be yours. You already have the mentality of a king before you are a king.

This may be like what the old man in the boxing gloves said, maybe this journey has been too smooth, and he can accomplish whatever he wants to do without encountering setbacks.

You can't listen to advice, and you can't teach it. You can only experience it once, and teaching people by things is more effective than a thousand words.