Could it be, when the Demon King fell, the witch also died in the Demon Gully?!

In line with this, Po Lang felt that he was a disaster, how could he be unlucky to do this.

Just as the waves were heartbroken, through the black water, he inadvertently saw that the inscriptions on the stone wall had changed, and the words that he couldn't read could be understood one by one.

He silently recited the inscription, and his heart suddenly brightened: "It turns out that Hongmengzhu still has such uses. "Then the destruction of the Demon Realm is just around the corner.

The unintentionally inserted willow broke the waves, and was pushed out of the water by the black water.

His spiritual roots are all demonized.

"Hongmengzhu, since Jiang Yuaner has gone to the town, why don't you plan it."

Small town.

Jiang Iris, who was dressed in a gorgeous dress, was ordered by Cui'er to go back and change into a narrow-sleeved dress, where to work like what she was wearing: "Hurry up and change, change back and start learning from washing vegetables." ”

"I can cook, I can go straight to the board." Jiang Yuan said.

"It's not that the board won't be on you, you wear such expensive clothes and get covered in oil, do you think it's good?" Cui'er kicked her out of the kitchen, where the three apprentices were all dressed in coarse cloth, and even if they could afford to wear them, they didn't have to spoil their clothes in the kitchen.

Jiang Yuan didn't want to learn how to make claypot rice, and she was even more reluctant to get dirty clothes on her body, Cui'er said that she deliberately said that she didn't want to waste time here.

"I know, I'll go back and change." Jiang Yuan turned around and walked back to the small courtyard.

happened to meet the god Zun coming out of the study, she was busy and quickened her pace, hiding in the vegetable shed on the side, planning to deliberately bump into the vegetable rack when the people passed by to attract the attention of the god Zun.

Wan Li went to the medicine valley of the hanging pot, and was asked if he had brought Baozhu's health book, and he remembered that Cheng Cheng had instructed him to bring the book when he had time to find the hanging pot, but he turned back again, and it was the second time.

He must instruct the hanging pot not to tell Zhao Chengcheng about this, otherwise he will be broken into thousands of pieces, although he doesn't remember when the first time was.

"Don't come back at this time and bump into me how to explain." For the first time, Wan Li hoped that his daughter-in-law would be busy and not go home suddenly, lest he not find an excuse to prevaricate for a while, it was about Baozhu, Zhao Chengcheng was not negotiable, according to his daughter-in-law, the younger brother of the family was stable and unshakable, so don't be a demon, if you are a demon, you will be thrown out of the room to fend for yourself.

He was going to go out of the door to the alley, just passed by the vegetable garden, there was a bang, a strange sound came from the vegetable garden, he subconsciously retreated with his sword, who knows, the melon fell in pain, and a panicked woman stood stupidly in place.

"Uncle, I'm sorry, I ······" The woman is Zhao Di, with a pale face and a purple dress.

Seeing other women wearing the clothes she chose for her daughter-in-law, Wan Li couldn't help but cool down, she was really ugly: "Why are you in the vegetable garden." ”

"Sister Cui'er asked me to see if there were any green onions to take and top."

"Green onions, since you came to pluck the green onions, why did you push them to the vegetable shelf, do you know that the nurse is not easy to plant, you put the shelf in order." It's really clumsy, going to Cui'er's stall must be a lot of help, how to do business, looking at the melon seedlings that were torn off, Wan Li's brows furrowed even deeper, Wutong is stupid enough, Zhaodi will not be worse than Wutong.

A disappointed Wan Li quickly left the courtyard, and Jiang Yuan watched him disappear at the door, kicking the rattan trellis that fell to the ground: "Broken thing." However, the god took pity on these flowers and plants, and she put up the shelves casually, regardless of the melon seedlings.

One afternoon, Jiang Yuan was forcibly taken to attack and defend because he said that he was literate.

The typesetting wheel can't get her, but there is a shortage of proofreaders, her plain hands are dark, her eyes are staring at the small square characters, and she is sore and painful: "Mali, Mali, we have a lot of more lists this month, and if we work harder, the monthly money will be doubled." The master encouraged the men and women in the workshop in the busy interval, and when he heard that the monthly money was doubled, the originally tired people instantly cheered up and worked.

"For this money." Jiang Yuan was disdainful.

But the woman on the side pinched her thighs while quickly picking out the wrong row of small characters, Jiang Yuan looked at the woman Si Swenwen, and took the initiative to talk: "Why are you fighting so hard." "It's not worth a little money.

The woman didn't pay attention to Jiang Yuaner, but still proofread quickly.

Jiang Yuan, who felt bored, excused himself to go to the toilet and left the workshop, mortals are too troublesome, they have to take care of firewood, rice, oil and salt, and they have to work to earn money, no wonder how many people want to enter the sect to cultivate immortals and get rid of the suffering of the mortal world.

Zhao Chengcheng is really a waste, he only knows how to let these ordinary people rise at sunrise and rest at sunset, why not encourage them to enter the sect to cultivate immortals, it is really short-sighted.

Zhao Chengcheng came out of the school, her nose was itchy and she sneezed out, and as soon as she rubbed her nose, an eggplant passed in front, and she immediately shouted to stop people: "Zhaodi, where are you going." ”

The woman in purple looked at her, she was still holding her head high, and when she saw someone, she immediately lowered her eyebrows and looked at her, Jiang Yuan thought that everyone else was blind?

didn't want to complain about her alone, Zhao Chengcheng strode over and asked, "Why are you here, my uncle didn't arrange for you to help?" "To deal with the love brain, it is to add a sentence to her idol in everything.

Wan Li's illegitimate meal, IQ is average.

Jiang Yuan shrunk his shoulders and muttered, "Boss, I just came out of the workshop." ”

"The workshop asks you to help, it's a salary, if you don't adapt, you can find other jobs to do, you know, I don't have idlers here, everyone has to be self-reliant." It means that don't want to eat white rice, your idol is still raised by her, Zhao Chengcheng is equal to the gold owner, and the gold owner does not raise illegitimate rice: "What do you think." ”

A poor ghost, Jiang Yuan slandered, it is easy to raise so many people in the Three Peerless Palaces by herself, isn't she Zhao Chengcheng regarded as a self-reliant and wealthy woman by the people who return to the four rivers, how can she not even raise this little person in the town.

They all have to work to have food: "Zhao Di is literate, the owner, I can settle accounts." ”

"Recently, the shopkeeper has not been able to accept apprentices, since you are literate, the female gentleman is in a hurry to need a helper." Zhao Chengcheng said.

Mr. Woman, is the teacher here a woman?

"I do."

"That's fine, you come with me, it's over here."

followed Zhao Chengcheng into the bookstore, it turned out that there was still a school behind it, and after Zhao Chengcheng handed over Jiang Yuan to a woman with a beautiful face, he hurried to the workshop to see the progress.

The female gentleman handed Jiang Yuan a pen: "I'll take a look at your name." ”

She took the brush, moistened it on the inkstone, and wrote the word Zhaodi on the paper spread out by the female gentleman, and only after writing did she remember that she had no surname, and wrote a Jiang character in front of the name - Jiang Zhaodi.

"Who did you learn from better than I did?" The female gentleman looked at the paper on the paper and his eyes lit up, and he pinched it and couldn't help but look at it: "I think you are also a scholar." ”

Jiang Yuan just wanted to boast, but suddenly remembered Zhao Di's life experience, and immediately lowered her head, she almost showed her stuff: "It was my husband who taught me, and I can't write as well as him." ”