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Seeing Yun Zhiyi about to charge at him, he used nearly the fastest speed of his life, darting left and right as he fled frantically.
Yun Zhiyi suddenly stopped and pretended to be a little unwell.
She clutched her lower abdomen.
Seeing this, the other party was overjoyed. She had to be pregnant, so he immediately ran for his life.
He had finally escaped disaster.
Watching his figure disappear, Yun Zhiyi sheathed her sword and swept back her beautiful hair!
"When we get back, if you, you piece of trash, don't drop a cultivation level, I'll make Shen Wuxiao stronger a hundred times!"
Yun Zhiyi turned and headed back.
On her way back, she saw Shen Wuxiao's subordinates and gestured. "Let's go back!"
"Yes, Young Madam!" They nodded and walked behind Yun Zhiyi.
When they returned to the parking lot, they saw Xiao Jiu holding two bottles of mineral water and pouring them over Shen Wuxiao's hands.
Shen Wuxiao was bent over, washing his hands.
"What are you washing your hands for?"
Shen Wuxiao gritted his teeth. "That bastard touched my wrist. Too many germs. Disgusting!"
His germophobia was extremely severe.
But this germophobia was still selective.
He clearly had severe germophobia, yet he loved watching those unlucky fellows soar all over the sky.
"He ran far enough, right? If he has, we're going home." Shen Wuxiao took the small towel Xiao Jiu handed over and wiped his hands.
After wiping his hands, he suddenly caught a whiff of barbecue.
He sniffed it, his gaze settling on Xiao Jiu. "You ate snacks again, didn't you? Is this the towel you used to wipe your mouth?"
"Ah? Uh... yes... extra-spicy grilled wings..."
"Young Master, I forgot to bring a new towel, so..." Xiao Jiu quickly lowered her head, puffing out