The first lazy concubine in the world: tyrant He Qijia

Chapter 335 Entering the Painting: Ten Realms and Ten Hearts [65]

Di Zhen has no doubts, and has already begun to formulate a method to find Ten Hearts.

His current spiritual power is enough to fight with ten hearts, but he is not a person who likes to risk his life to win or lose, because there is still someone in his heart who needs to be protected.

He didn't think that anyone other than himself could protect her well.

If so, choose the one closest to his current location.

When he was about to see, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door. That foodie still remembered her after eating?

He was surprised, and at the same time he didn't forget to put away the scroll, and took the book casually.

When Qin Zhuiyi came in, he didn't pay attention to what he was doing, and jumped towards the wooden table with his things.

"I know you're not interested in food, but your body is different now, so you still have to eat more or less."

She spoke seriously, served the rice, and then began to serve the soup.

After it was finished, Di Zhen had already arrived at the table when he raised his head.

She continued to be virtuous and straightened the chair for him.

"Please."

Di Zhen was not too polite, and started to eat after sitting down.

Seeing that he was eating, Qin Zhuiyi was relieved, and decided to continue to go out to grab food. When he was leaving, he passed Dizhen's desk, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and happened to see the book that Dizhen had taken before.

The book was blown open by the wind, and she saw the paintings on the inside pages.

It turned out to be two men and women who were entangled...

Fuck, this is kind of crazy.

Qin Zhuiyi snorted softly, and when he walked out of the room, he glanced at Di Zhen with contempt.

Dizhen received it, and it was a little strange.

After he finished eating, he returned to the desk and saw the books on the desk clearly, and he also snorted coldly.

He hasn't done this kind of thing, it doesn't mean he can't do it, so there's no need to learn...

After thinking about it, I sat down with the book and read it seriously.

After reading it, he said that this kind of thing is really complicated.

If you have time, you have to study hard. There is no end to learning. There is no end to learning.

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After lunch, Qin Zhuiyi and the three foodies went shopping.

She held a toothpick in her mouth domineeringly, throwing Tizhen's money bag up and down in her hand, Xiao Jiu and Xiao Jizai behind her had no money bags to throw away, so they put their hands behind their backs, still walking domineeringly.

The white fox was the most helpless, holding a fan in his hand, covering half of his face.

He really doesn't know these three idiots!
However, there were a bunch of guards "gifted" by the tavern owner for free behind him, and surrounded the four of them together. Others could enter their circle, so... no one believed him when he said he didn't know him.

Even though the war not far away had already started, Jinshui City was still very lively.

On the street, there were actually some people who set up a ring and played a contest to recruit relatives.

In the martial arts competition here, the competition must be the real kung fu of the hands and feet, and the collision of fists and flesh. Qin Zhuiyi felt very exciting when he heard the voice.

So she led the little chickens and others to find a tree pole with a good view and climbed up, eating melon seeds in her mouth, and commented very seriously on their force.

But the white fox finds it very boring, what's so interesting about the five big and three thick old men fighting with their arms out!

Anyway, with the guards around, he didn't need to worry about those guys not being able to find their way back, so he decided to wander around by himself for a while.

Not long after he walked back, he saw a group of people shouting something.

He got closer and took a closer look, and found that it was all men shouting. Looking up, it turned out that it was a woman with a red veil throwing a hydrangea.

(End of this chapter)