Ms. High Risk Occupation

Chapter 64

Although she is already in the middle stage of Golden Core and has a faint tendency to break through, she is completely unable to teleport.

Although this ancestor Xuantian is just a clone, his strength should be far above the golden core stage, at least... at least it is also a Nascent Soul stage, maybe it is already in the transformation stage.

Ning Zhao silently took a step back.

Seeing her movements, the young man chuckled slightly, and the thin lips under the mask slightly curled up.

"Yo, the famous elder sister of the Spirit Sword School, is there also a time when you are afraid?"

No, buddy, aren’t you a clone? Why do you know so much? I wasn’t born when you ascended to the fairy world.

Patriarch Xuantian seemed to have seen her thoughts, raised the corner of his mouth to reveal a canine tooth, "What's the matter, I think I'm old, I shouldn't know so much?"

"Isn't there a saying that people are doing what they are doing and the sky is watching? We are in the sky and we are too busy to panic, so we will naturally watch what you are doing."

Wait, that is to say, even the gods in the sky can see the pictures of them making a fool of themselves?
Is it equivalent to a live broadcast?

Ning Zhao and Mo Yiyi looked at each other with shock written all over their eyes.

Seeing Ning Zhao and Mo Yiyi's dull faces as if they were frightened, Patriarch Xuantian chuckled lightly and said, "Hey, that's really boring."

"The immortals in the sky are not so boring. The immortals are busy."

Ning Zhao hesitated for a moment, but still looked at Patriarch Xuantian fixedly, with disbelief written all over his face.

Patriarch Xuantian suddenly leaned in front of her, his eyes under the mask were very dark.

"Do not believe?"

"Go ask your junior sister, she told me that you are the senior sister of the Spirit Sword Sect."

Ning Zhao turned his head to look at Mo Yiyi who was standing aside, and seeing her nodding in agreement, he felt relieved.

"Then, why did the ancestor bring us here?"

Ning Zhao looked at Patriarch Xuantian standing in front of him, and always felt that his figure looked familiar.

This... isn't he the man in red who sat on the seat of the haggard old man at the banquet just now?
Then why do you have to cover your face, it was obvious that you just showed your face.

Patriarch Xuantian shook his head lightly, pursed his lips and said: "Of course..."

He changed the subject suddenly, "Of course it's because you young girls smell better than those smelly male monks."

Patriarch Xuantian wrinkled his nose on purpose again, took a deep breath, "But... this time only you two little girls entered my illusion, and I made a special trip myself, wasting so many puppets, really It's a bit of a loss."

Ning Zhao: Uh... can this be said?
Before she said anything, Mo Yiyi screamed and jumped up, the hand pointing at Patriarch Xuantian kept shaking.

"You... you... aren't you the ancestor of Xuantian, the immortal wants to give birth to a shark?"

"You're lying, aren't you?"

Patriarch Xuantian shook his head, his tone was very sincere, "No, I didn't lie."

"You little dolls, how do you know the real me. The ones you read in the books are just noble images created by the world. According to their thinking, it seems that if you are not a good person, you cannot ascend to the fairy world."

"People in the world often say that you can't ascend to the fairy world if you feel ashamed. Since I practiced, I have killed so many people, so I should feel guilty. Why did I still ascend to the fairy world?"

Mo Yiyi was choked by his words, and could only open a pair of clear and stupid big eyes, and turned to look at Ning Zhao helplessly.

Ning Zhao wondered what I was doing, I am not familiar with him either.

The silent scene of the three remained deadlocked, after a while, Patriarch Xuantian chuckled again and said: "Forget it, I won't tease you two little dolls anymore."

"You two, go and divide the red beans and mung beans in the bamboo basket for me, and you can go back after dividing."

It's that simple?Ning Zhao looked at the face in front of him wearing a mask with blue fangs and felt that all this seemed unreal.

No, picking beans of different colors, this plot...why is it so like a fairy tale.

Ancestor Xuantian naturally noticed Ning Zhao's straight and undisguised gaze, but he didn't speak, but pouted towards the bamboo basket in the yard.

Ning Zhao and Mo Yiyi walked cautiously towards the bamboo basket.

Patriarch Xuantian conjured up a deck chair, sat on it and swayed.

"Hey, I forgot to say, you, pick red beans." He suddenly pointed a finger at Mo Yiyi.

"You, pick mung beans."

Ning Zhao resignedly provoked Mung Dou.

Finally, there were no more mistakes, Ning Zhao and Mo Yiyi spent half an hour picking and finishing the beans.Of the two small bamboo baskets in front of them, one was full, and the other was also full.

Patriarch Xuantian looked down at the two baskets of beans with completely different colors in front of him, and said with satisfaction: "Not bad."

"You Spirit Sword Sect, in terms of perseverance, you still have some perseverance."

"Thousands of laws in the world are worth breaking into the fairy gate."

"Then... Old Ancestor, do we still need to do the tasks on those notes?" Ning Zhao thought that he still had to investigate his true identity in this small world, and felt his head was going to grow bigger.

Patriarch Xuantian patted his head, wondering: "Mission? What mission?"

"Oh, you are talking about those notes? Forget it, it was originally... a game taught to me by an old friend, but it's too old, and I don't know what to do next."

Patriarch Xuantian waved his sleeves, Ning Zhao and Mo Yiyi only saw a golden light in front of them, and when they opened their eyes again, they had already returned to the gate of the city lord's mansion painted vermilion.

The masked and red-clothed Patriarch Xuantian has long since disappeared.

The door was pushed open from inside.

Chu Yu came out with a look of eagerness on his face.

As soon as he saw Ning Zhao, he rushed over, "Senior Sister!"

"You..." Are you okay, but what kind of injury did you get?

Ning Yan who jumped forward and hugged Ning Zhao interrupted Chu Yu's unspoken question.

Ning Yan hugged Ning Zhao tightly, and then let go after a while, and looked at Ning Zhao carefully from head to toe twice before sniffing, and said softly, "It's okay, it's okay, if you have nothing to do it is good."

"Patriarch Xuantian shouldn't have made things difficult for you, right? By the way, is he really as old as it is written in the ancient books, with gray hair and beard, full of heaven?"

Ning Zhao thought of the back of the skinny young man in red, and shook his head rigorously.

Although Patriarch Xuantian is old, he has a high level of cultivation. With such a high level of cultivation, he really doesn't consider casting a spell on himself to preserve his youth?

Ah, no, brother just said that the ancestor Xuantian in the ancient book is very old, maybe this young man has already cast a spell.

Ning Zhao recalled for a while, but didn't find anything abnormal about Patriarch Xuantian.

Ning Yan spit out a long string of words like pouring beans.

"Azhao, Azhao, let me tell you, the ball of paper that appeared out of thin air also disappeared, don't you think it's strange."

"I've only been a coachman for two days, and it's not enough!"

Another person came out of the door, and when he heard Ning Yan's words, he sneered and said, "Unexpectedly, the young master of the Ning family in Zhongzhou is actually quite a coachman? Sure enough, that old saying is very good..."

(End of this chapter)