After rebirth, Xie Jiu loved drinking, reading, and even more beauty.
The old man from the ghost world introduced her to a little fairy official with a picture book. He looked very handsome.
Xie Jiu thought to herself that the immortal cultivator would be able to protect himself in the future, but he never expected that he would be wronged from now on!
When it rains and thunders, the little fairy begs for a hug. When he encounters an insect, he cries out. When he is hit by a monster, he pretends to be dead. "Jiujiu, I'm just a quiet little painter."
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It wasn't until Xie Jiu recovered his memory that he realized that the little painter turned out to be a full-level boss.
On this day, Xie Qingchi still carried his luggage and rushed on his way. When they arrived at the inn, the boss looked at the beads of sweat on Xie Qingchi's forehead and smiled knowingly: "My dear, you have found a good husband."
Xie Qingchi, who was cute and gentle, laughed and scratched his head in embarrassment.
Normally, Xie Jiu wouldn't refute when he heard people praise him like this. But today, she glanced at Xie Qingchi, then shook her head at the boss and said with a smile: "Boss is joking, that's my son."
Boss:......
Xie Qingchi:......
You love pretending to be dead, right? I'll let you pretend as long as you can!
Intention: To be a tree, not a flower