Although he still didn't understand Mo Jiuxiao's behavior, Feng Xue still carried it out seriously.

After solving a trivial matter, Mo Jiuxiao began to deal with other affairs non-stop. He has to make decisions on all kinds of major matters in the cabinet, and he also has to help find fault with some small things. That's the amount of work that can strain a cow.

Mo Jiuxiao also had a headache about this, there were many monks with high cultivation around him, but there were very few people with good brains.

There are people who have good brains but are not faithful, and they are not able to make decisions about important matters. Mo Jiuxiao looked at the hill-like scrolls piled up on the table and reflected: In the past two years, he has been very kind to himself and the little things, but he has given to the elites of other people's families, but he has neglected his own one-third of an acre.

No way, let's do it. At the very least, before the little thing leaves the Flying Feather Clan, he has to make fifty percent of the follow-up preparations, and the rest will be thrown on Feng Xue.

Thinking of this, Mo Jiuxiao unexpectedly thought of Jing Shen and Lan Tingyi, both of whom are smart, especially Jing Shen, whose calm temperament is no worse than Rong Ke, who has been trained for several years. If he could recruit these two people to train for a few months, then he wouldn't even have to deal with the current fifty percent of the affairs.

Suddenly, there was a fluctuation in the sea of Mo Jiuxiao's divine sense, and someone frowned, this is ...... Wu Yilin, could it be that something happened to the demon cultivator?

Mo Jiuxiao took out a black rose from the storage ring and asked coldly, "What's going on?"

…………

Two months passed, and An Baobao, who was lurking in the Flying Feather Clan, refined two eighth-order spirit plants at one time, and of course, the poison was also taken down together. Dapeng Bird did not have the slightest suspicion, took the pill and went to retreat.

Luo An'an was now free.

A pinched hand counts, and two more poisons are almost enough. When the time comes, you can run away. It's just that I don't know when the next time this Dapeng bird will be out of the customs.

Although there have been no large-scale animal tides in the past two months, there has been a steady stream of small animal tides. There is naturally no problem with the garrison of the big city, but the small city is in trouble and needs rescue, and the major forces still haven't been able to calm down. Luo An'an only prayed in her heart that the next big beast tide would come later, giving those small cities a little respite.

"Lord Lan is here?"

Suddenly, there was a fluctuation in the barrier under Luo Anbu, and the people who came unabashedly expressed their intention to visit. An Baobao sighed, and had to pack up and go out to greet him.

"Lord Lingxi?" Baobao An was slightly surprised when he saw someone coming, but Luo Anan still quickly cleaned up his expression, and said politely: "If Lord Lingxi doesn't dislike it, please go into the house and talk about it." ”

After the host and guest sat down, Luo An'an asked, "I don't know why Lord Lingxi suddenly came to my small tree house to drink tea?"

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the fourth-ranked spirit hornbill, which was not easier to deal with than Bai Lian. The Spirit Hornbill has no noble bloodline on its body, and its body is also petite, so it stands to reason that it should not cultivate to such a powerful point. But this one not only did what others couldn't, but also ranked among the top few birds and beasts in terms of combat effectiveness. Disproportionate to its smaller size is its explosive power.

Luo An'an has been in the Feiyu Clan for so long, and naturally he is not a fool, and he hasn't heard any gossip from the gossip fox, especially the one in front of him, who is thin like a weak scholar, handsome and thin, no matter how he looks at it, he looks like the kind of little brother who is easy to be pushed down.

But this person has a brilliant record of one against three.

Well, the other three have a slightly higher cultivation than him. After losing, he was swallowed alive by the spirit hornbill.