Male God Please Lie Down

It was black and white, flickering and flickering, and looked very crippled.

"..."

Just opened his eyes and saw this, Si Qingming really felt scared to death.

He stretched out his feet and kicked her on top of one another.

But she dodged her deftly.

"Sister, are you mad?"

Si Xueyi stood on one side, although he was not kicked by Si Qingming, but because of the rapid dodge, the rose thorn on one side of his cheek was scratched.

The whole skin on the cheek has been turned out.

Si Xueyi felt pain for a while, what's more, she still hurt her face, which really made people feel very angry.

"I'm sitting here meditating. You squatted here and looked at me without saying a word. You don't know if people are scary, will they scare people to death? You really thought that scared me to death, you are the patriarch!"

Si Qingming sneered.

Si Xueyi didn't have much at first, but now looking at her like this, she was a bit stunned.

"Sister... you scared me!"

Si Xueyi opened her eyes wide, and tears flowed down her face.

"You scared me too!"

Si Qingming glanced at her coldly, turned around and left.

The clothes on his body were soaked by the water from the fountain, and the whole body was wet, very uncomfortable.

She is going back to change her clothes.

As soon as Si Qingming left, Si Xueyi wiped the tears from her face, her expression full of contempt.

Si Qingming returned to his room, closed the door, took a shower, changed clothes, and suddenly felt relieved.

Sitting on the bed, I practiced that inner strength mental method once.

The original owner originally had some internal strength, after all, he was a ghost hunter, and some ordinary martial arts were to be learned.

Their family has always had unique internal skills and martial arts.

Of course, this still cannot be compared with that inner gong mental method.

After all, one is the sky and the other is the earth.

For Si Qingming's strength to be higher, he still cultivated the inner power mental method he had acquired.

The next day, after Si Qingming finished his breakfast, he stayed in the house and began to practice his inner power.

Fortunately, the original owner himself has a foundation, and now it is not difficult to cultivate.

Just before noon, someone knocked on the door.

Si Qingming opened the door, and the servant stood there with low eyebrows.

"Miss, the patriarch calls you down."

"Ok!"

Si Qingming nodded and walked in front first, and the servant followed behind her.

After Si Qingming walked downstairs, he walked directly into an antique room.

The ground is dark wood floors, and the walls are also wood, with a hollow pattern.

The sandalwood chair exudes a faint fragrance.

The patriarch is her grandfather Sikong, wearing a brown robe, sitting on the chair, Si Xueyi is sitting beside him, smiling beautifully.

When she came in, the two were talking very happily, smiling, very warm and cozy.

"Qing Ming is here!"

Seeing Si Qingming coming in, the smile at the corner of Si Kong's mouth was slightly reduced.

Although Si Qingming and Si Xueyi have the same appearance, they have different dresses, different hairstyles, and different personalities. They are just two people.

With such two people, he still liked Si Xueyi more.