Alien God Descendant

Holding a teacup and drinking jasmine-flavored scented tea, Mu Xinying concernedly asked the zombie lying on the table with half of his face blackened.

"What's so strange?"

It was rare that a zombie that was usually alive and kicking turned into this. He was a little curious about where Master Chu was.

Something that exudes that slightly eyebrow-like scent...what the hell is it?

"I didn't see it... As soon as the door of Mr. Chu's room was opened, there was an extremely strong fragrance rushing into my nose... I didn't have the heart to see what was inside... It was too late to escape..." Thinking With that strong sweet and greasy fragrance, Wuwu has the urge to vomit.

I think he is a cute and smart senior zombie (narcissist) with thousands of years of Taoism and thinking.

Even if he lived in a small forest with a pile of rotten corpses back then, he would never spit it out.

At this moment, he was actually nauseated by the smell. If his kind existed in this world, he would definitely be teased and make his face look ashamed.

"Then you have to wait for Jingruo to come back and ask him!!"

Seeing Wuwu's listless appearance, Mu Xinying couldn't bear it, she raised her slender fingers and touched his forehead, concentrating, a soft silver light flowed from the fingertips, and then poured into Wuwu's eyebrows.

The pure spiritual power that was as gentle as water flowed into the body, and Wuwu's nauseating feeling gradually faded away.

"Thank you, master..." Knowing that Mu Xinying injected spiritual power into her body to relieve her pain, Wuwu's heart couldn't help but feel a burst of warmth: "But if you give me the spiritual power, it will..."

His master's spiritual power is the purest and most powerful force that penetrates into the soul. This spiritual power is born with the soul and is equal to his life force. It is possible to lose your mind.

"It's okay, and I rarely use this power now!!" Mu Xinying smiled faintly.

That soul-stirring night ten years ago let him know how terrifying the powerful spiritual power contained in his body is. If someone steals it without knowing it, he may repeat that nightmare again.

Therefore, relying on his practice over the years, he already knew how to seal the powerful spiritual power that accompanies his soul.

As long as he doesn't lift the seal, no matter how powerful a monster or how powerful a medium spell is, they won't be able to steal his spiritual power.

"Master... Wasn't the prince with you just now, why did he disappear all of a sudden?"

It only took him a little more than an hour to go to the Chu Mansion and come back after fleeing for his life. Why hasn't he seen the prince who is so clingy to his master since he came back?

Instead, he saw his master leisurely drinking scented tea, and he didn't see Que Yenuo who liked to fight with him, and Jun Yunrui, who was shrewd and money-obsessed with such a poisonous mouth that zombies could dig three feet into the ground and bury themselves.

"Your Majesty wants him to take a letter to Qingfeng Country...Xiao Nuo and Xiao Rui seem to have other things to do!" After saying this, Mu Xinying felt angry.

No matter what, he is Huang Jixiao's close guard, even when he went to a neighboring country to deliver a letter, he was not allowed to follow him...

Although it is said that the entire continent is now fighting with each other, there is no friendly relationship between Qingfeng and Muyu in the Central Continent, but you can't go alone...

To actually order him to sit obediently in the Hall of Prayer for Rain and wait for him to come back...

In less than three hours, Huang Jixiao completed the task entrusted by his father and returned to Mu Yu from a neighboring country.

(Yuyu: Xiaoxiao, it takes a whole day for people to go back and forth. If you don’t need three hours to go back and forth, the horses will feel ashamed...)

Holding a white jade folding fan in his hand and shaking it, with a beautiful smile on his face that could make the men and women passing by blush and heartbeat, Huang Jixiao walked towards the palace.

A heart had already flown back to someone in the palace, thinking of Mu Xinying's blushing face because he refused to follow him, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.

Huang Jixiao, who was in a fugue, accidentally bumped into the person coming out of the corner.

"Ah..." The other party exclaimed and fell backwards.

Out of a natural reaction, Huang Jixiao reached out to wrap his arms around the opponent's waist in time.

Although he doesn't like touching people casually, there is no way, who wants him to distract and bump into people! !

"Girl, are you okay?" Out of his usual good upbringing, he still asked the other party with concern.

"Don't get in the way, my lord..." Putting his slender hand on Huang Jixiao's shoulder, the man answered softly, and then he heard him smile twice: "However, I'm not a girl..."

The person in Huang Jixiao's arms gently raised his flower-like face, and when he saw Huang Jixiao's handsome face, his dark eyes widened slightly.

The heart began to beat rapidly, and a slight blush appeared on the fair and tender face.

This man... really wants him...

"Sorry..." Huang Jixiao apologized to the other party with a faint smile, and was not surprised by the other party's alluring appearance.

(Huang Jixiao: My heart is more beautiful than his!)

Helping the weak and boneless beauty leaning in his arms, he took a step back: "Farewell!"

"Wait..." A slender hand held Huang Jixiao who was about to leave.

"Is something wrong, son?"

"No……"

A soft and seductive voice sounded, Ningshui's black eyes met Shang Huangjixiao's blue eyes, his red lips parted slightly, and then exhaled a strange red fragrance, he showed a charming smile, and said innocently:

"Rao'er just thinks... that I will meet you again!!"

After finishing speaking, he let go of Huang Jixiao's slender hand and walked away with brisk steps.

But no one noticed that the beauty who was walking away was licking her bright red tongue at this moment, as if she was expecting something.

"I am back……"

Walking into the inner room with a tired face, Shu Jingruo's already pale expression was even paler now.

"What's wrong with Xiao Ruo?" Jun Yunrui noticed his tired appearance.

"It's okay, it's just that the holy light magic is used too much..." Sighing softly, Shu Jingruo sat next to Wuwu.

"It stinks..."

Wuwu covered his nose, frowned his slender brows, jumped up and rushed out while he was sitting.

"Woo what are you doing?" Que Yenuo was slightly taken aback.

Where does the smell come from?

"Who knows..." Shu Jingruo lay on the table.

So tired...so sleepy...

"It's not smelly, it's too sweet, Xiao Ruo..."

Mu Xinying, who was holding a teacup at the side, said indifferently, and as Shu Jingruo turned around with a puzzled face, he raised two fingers and dropped them on his forehead.

The dazzling silver light flowed out from the fingertips, and Shu Jingruo's eyes suddenly opened wide, and then he felt the exhaustion in his body gradually disappearing.