The next day, Xu Qi 'an squatted under the roof and brushed his teeth and washed his face. He called out in his mind,"Master Shen Shu?"
No one responded.
"Master? Last night, you said that you and I are the same kind of people. I just want to ask, does Ningye pick up silver every day?"
No one responded.
He was usually in a deep sleep. After all, it was a sealed artifact ... I'll try to summon him again later. If there's still no response, I can reluctantly accept using my hot and soft body to warm his cold body ... Xu Qi 'an heaved a sigh of relief.
Xu Qi 'an put on a handsome uniform and tied up his long hair. He hung the black and gold long knife at the back of his waist, climbed over the three-meter-high wall, and went to the main house for breakfast.
His hand on the hilt, he suddenly thought of the knife that the director had given him, was it a sign of goodwill?
