Quick Wear: The Sickly Boss Is Addicted to Spoiling Me

When he opened his eyes, Shen Xi found that the place where he was had completely changed.

At this moment, he was wearing a moon-white robe. The robe seemed to have a soul, and when it fluttered gently in the wind, it was like lingering fairy clouds, ethereal and ethereal, which made his figure more outstanding, as if an immortal who was independent of the world had descended to the earth.

Her waist-length white hair was like a cascading waterfall from the Milky Way, each strand as smooth as the finest silk, exuding a cool luster.

His face was as white as jade, without any makeup but extremely delicate, his eyes were narrow and long and deep, like an ancient pool, and in the darkness, there was a hint of alienation and indifference that kept people at a distance, as if nothing in the world was worthy of his attention.

The bridge of his nose was as high as a mountain, with firm yet graceful lines, and his thin lips were slightly pursed, as if he had a touch of innate dignity and pride. His whole body exuded an otherworldly, detached and cold temperament from the inside out, which made people feel awe and dare not approach him easily.

He sat comfortably on an old wooden chair, holding an ancient blue book between his slender, bony fingers. The pages seemed to be gently turning in the breeze, as if whispering ancient secrets.

Shen Xi slowly placed the ancient book in his hand on the table beside him, then raised his eyes slightly and began to carefully look at the surrounding scenery.

Although the room here is not large, it reveals an extremely elegant charm everywhere.

The surrounding walls are carefully built with light blue bricks and stones, which are covered with mottled traces of time, as if quietly telling stories of the past.

In the corner, there are several pots of green bamboo standing tall and gracefully. The green branches and leaves sway gently in the soft breeze, making a pleasant rustling sound from time to time, as if playing a natural music.

On the wooden table by the window, in addition to the ancient book he had just put down, there was also a set of exquisite and elegant tea sets. The fragrance of tea rising from the pot slowly permeated the entire room, refreshing the heart.

On the wall opposite the door, there hangs an ink landscape painting. In the painting, mountains and water are interdependent, with clouds and mist lingering in between, as if there is a lively aura flowing slowly, which sets off Shen Xi's immortal style and complements each other, as if the whole room is tinged with a touch of ethereal poetry because of this painting.

Inside the room, a quaint and heavy wooden bed was quietly placed there, with soft white gauze hanging beside the bed. The gauze swayed gently in the breeze, like a dream, just like the hazy gauze curtain between the fairyland and the human world.

"Transmission plot."

Shen Xi's voice was cold and calm, echoing in the quiet room.

"Shen Xi, the leader of the 8th Peak of Qingfeng Sect, is aloof by nature, ignorant of worldly affairs, and completely absorbed in spiritual practice. Therefore, he never gets involved in worldly affairs and has never accepted any disciples.

The name of this main target character has not yet been determined. The pronunciation of his name depends on the people who meet him, that is, it is up to you to decide.

However, his true identity is the son of the Demon King and a human woman. Fundamentally speaking, he is on the opposite side of us.

However, his mother unfortunately passed away a few years ago.

If you intervene in his life trajectory too early, perhaps he will not realize his true identity, and in this way, there may not be an insurmountable gap between the two of you due to the difference in identity. "

Wangcai talked incessantly while Shen Xi listened quietly. When he finished speaking, he nodded slightly to show that he understood everything.

"So where is he now?"

Shen Xi asked, with a barely perceptible hint of urgency in his cold eyes.

Wangcai knew his brother's temper very well. Shen Xi was not the kind of person who would sit and wait. He would definitely take the initiative to find his target.

Therefore, it no longer concealed anything, and after Shen Xi asked, it immediately told the current location of the main target character.

After learning the location, Shen Xi summoned his own magical weapon without hesitation.

There was a flash of light, and a flying sword emitting a cold blue light appeared under his feet. He moved his body slightly, and flew into the air on the sword, leaving Qingfeng Sect directly.

He had a clear purpose in moving forward this time, and the speed of his flying sword was also extremely fast. In just half an hour, he had arrived at where the man was.

Shen Xi slowly lowered his body not far behind the man and put away his flying sword.

He stood there quietly, his eyes fixed on the thin figure not far away.

I saw the young man carrying a pile of wood that was bigger than himself, walking towards the village with difficulty. His steps were a little staggering, but he was stubborn.

Shen Xi thought to himself: "Damn the devil, he gave birth to him but ignored him. He lived a carefree life while leaving him here to live such a hard life."

However, the hatred that surged in his heart at this moment was not even one-tenth of the grief deep in his heart.

Without even a moment's hesitation, Shen Xi walked straight towards the young man. He raised his finger slightly and exerted some magic power, and the wood on the young man's back instantly flew up and then was placed steadily on the ground beside the young man.