"Ah, it's solved."

After dealing with the restless fox demon, Xia Yan shook his wrist.

Although he didn't want to admit it, in fact, the pigskin is very powerful.

When he used it to fight Chu Wushuang for the first time, he was not very skilled in this move and could even give the other party a dizzy way.

Now, after three months of mastery and familiarity, the effect is even more heavy.

Moreover, this move is not as cool as the sword finger.

It is very consistent with Xia Yan's pursuit of low-keyness.

However, his current cultivation level has not yet truly reached the Nascent Soul Realm.

Otherwise, based on the detailed explanation of this set of boxing techniques in my memory, there is a high probability that I will have the opportunity to reach the state called "No Long-Term".

No distance is far away, which means "no matter how far you are, you can reach it."

That is to say, punching out of thin air.

Oh, work hard, step into the Nascent Soul as soon as possible, and slap the face from the air!

He was filled with emotion here, and the elegant girl standing behind him was completely stunned.

She said before, "If you are a fool," this is really what she thought.

After all, in her opinion, Xia Yan had nothing else to stand out except for being really handsome.

She also didn't understand the respectful attitude of others to him before.

What's more, this man's behavior is a bit frivolous.

When my head was on the tree first, I not only hit myself, but also hugged myself in that posture...

Thinking about it now is particularly overdoing.

Humph, the disciple.

But now his three punches are completely beyond her cognition.

It's a move that looks like a fight in the market, but can it actually crush the fox demon's bones and throw them into ashes?

More importantly, when he punched, there was no spiritual power fluctuation at all.

Very weird.

Xia Yan didn't know her inner activities, so he waved his hand and used his spiritual power to dispel the poisonous miasma surrounding the two of them, and walked straight to the place where the fox demon died suddenly.

I have to say that the ability to lick the bag in the burning fox is very unique.

She had all cleaned up the small things on those people's bodies.

I looked at it one by one and it seemed that there was nothing good.

Tsk, this is not in line with the routine of fantasy and cool writing.

Generally, after the protagonist solves the enemy, aren't there any strange treasures in the trophy?

Oh, I'm not the protagonist.

That's all right.

【If you don’t want it, can you give it to me?】

Feeling the words written by the girl, Xia Yan looked back at her.

The little girl was looking forward to it in her clear and bright eyes.

He really doesn't like these things.

But for the elegant and elegant girl who is not very rich, this is a rare thing.

"If you want it, just take it."

Xia Yan didn't care and waved his hand generously.

【Yes, thank you】

The girl was not polite, and nodded and then put away the things.

After all this, it was dark.

"By the way, where is your home? Do you need me to send you back?"

Xia Yan played the old tune again and continued to ask.

He didn't forget the horror feeling she brought to himself when he first peeked into her realm.

【…It’s late, if you don’t mind, you can come to my house for a night’s rest】

After putting away the things, the Qingya girl thought about it and sent an invitation to him.

"...Okay, that's going to be troublesome."

Speaking of which, the girl's attitude towards herself seems to have never been naughty.

Her house is not far away, just in a small village near Jiangjinling.

People here maintain a lifestyle of working from sunrise to sunset.

As soon as it gets dark, there are no people outside.

Following the girl on the slightly lonely loess road, she arrived at the place with a turn.

The girl’s home...for the sake of it, let’s call it home, located in a corner of the village.

From a distance, it looks depressed and dilapidated, and there are no neighbors around it.

It's like being isolated.

The furnishings in the house are also simple, and they barely gather the necessary living and home furnishings, and they are all a little old.

To put it bluntly, it's even a bit messy.

The only thing worth noting is that there are a lot of things related to cultivation on a small table.

[Sorry, the humble house is simple, Mr. Xia will just drink a bowl of water]

He poured a bowl of water and handed it over. The girl wrote in his palm in a familiar way.

I have to say that this communication method is quite interesting.

Especially when her fingertips were stroking her palms.

That touch... is very moist.

It's even a bit like Huanhuan licking herself with her little tongue on weekdays.

but……

"This girl doesn't have to write."

Xia Yan smiled and said, "There is no one here, so wouldn't it be better to just say something?"

Hearing this, the girl was stunned for a moment.

She glanced at him helplessly, pointed to her lips and waved her hand.

ah……

Xia Yan then realized.

She is... mute?!

Good guy.

He thought that the girl wrote to him and conveyed messages before, because she could not transmit voice because she did this because she did not want to be exposed.

Unexpectedly, she really can't speak...

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't notice it before."

Thinking of this, the words just now were a little inappropriate.

Thinking of this, Xia Yan apologized politely.

【It's okay, I'm used to it】

There is nothing to do with a elegant girl.

She had already adapted to all this.

The lonely man and the widow live in the same room, and one of them can't speak.

This makes the atmosphere a little awkward.

"Who, do you want something to eat?"

After being silent for a long time, Xia Yan broke the loneliness and took out some food from the small amount of things.

When you don’t know what to say, it’s always right to use food to open up the topic.

Although he is a puppet, he will prepare some food for himself when he goes out.
To be continued...