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Golden Immortal, even someone himself can barely touch the threshold until now.

A little girl who has been in the maid corps for more than 3,000 years has already begun to think about the Golden Immortal realm. Do you dare to think about it?

Shangguan Xue tells everyone from personal experience that comparing people to others will lead to death, and comparing goods to goods will lead to throwing away.

Seeing Li Hanyi cutting the mutton with a cold face, Tilapia and Yueyao's shoulders trembled slightly.

"Hanyi, we should be happy if we win, don't be so stern." Tilapia waved.

Seeing this, Li Hanyi put down the meat-cutting horse Binghe and stepped forward expressionlessly.

Tilapia put down the wine glass, pressed two thumbs on the corners of Xue Yue Sword Immortal's mouth, and pushed it up slightly.

...Li Hanyi.

...Yueyao: "Pfft, hahaha!!!"

"Is the artificial smile okay?" Yueyao broke her guard and couldn't help laughing.

Li Hanyi had a dark face, glanced at his partner coldly, and allowed his cheap master to push up the corners of his mouth with his two thumbs.

"There is a difference between master and servant. I dare not resist my master. Yueyao, you may have forgotten that you can't beat me."

Secretly vowing to find an opportunity to retaliate against his teammates, Xue Yue Sword Fairy's mood gradually improved.

"I want to cut some meat for you..." The corners of Li Hanyi's mouth were pushed up too high, and Li Hanyi's voice was muffled.

"It's okay, Rou Yueyao can cut it just as well. Hanyi, you better adjust your mentality." Tilapia shook his head and teased: "Smile, and I'll let you go."

"My slave, try not to cry." Li Hanyi rolled his eyes wildly.

His face is made to look like an abstract painting, laugh? He laughs like a hammer. The stinky master doesn’t know how to show mercy to others.

Because it had just been displayed, the snow stopped and the sun shone again.

Soon, due to seasonal reasons, the supply of mana was lost. Under the sun, the snow could not be completely melted for an hour, and was sent to the lower reaches of the stream by the valley building drainage system.

boring.

Glancing at Yueyao's white trousers, the water marks have evaporated, and someone is stretching lazily.

After spitting it out gently, along with the strong aroma of wine, there was no trace of alcohol in the mouth. No one could check that someone had just drank.

"Yue Yao, remind me, Reina will come over tonight to ask about Lieyang's move." Seeing Li Hanyi and Yue Yao packing up the copper pots, Tilapia suddenly thought of business and casually told her.

"Well, I will remind you later." Yueyao nodded and kept the matter in mind.

The cheap master's thoughts come up as soon as they come up. What I'm thinking of now may be forgotten later when my wife comes, and I can forget it with just a few words.

Especially for such unimportant trivial matters, it is easy to think about them now and throw them away to Javaland later.

One of my tasks is to remind the other party of such trivial matters.

After the table was cleared, Yueyao recruited a maid to help clean the tableware, and then she and Li Hanyi returned to the pavilion.

Maid is not only a warrior, but also a servant, and a warrior is a part-time worker.

Personal maids need to wash and rinse, and maids also need to wash and rinse.

Let them wash dishes and clean, and Yueyao doesn't feel any pressure.

Similarly, the little maid who was caught as a young man will not have any dissatisfaction.

After brewing a pot of oolong tea, Yueyao signaled Li Hanyi to wait on her, then jumped over the railing of the pavilion and sat outside the pavilion.

Taking off her thousands of pairs of high-heeled shoes and putting them aside, the girl rolled up her trouser legs and put her feet and calves into the lotus pond.

Due to the height problem, the water in the pool was half up to the girl's calf, and it was ice cold. Yueyao felt comfortable and narrowed her eyes.

The snow melts, and countless dewdrops hang on the lotus leaves and lotus flowers. Under the sun, the colors are colorful and beautiful.

Yueyao, who squinted her eyes, suddenly opened her eyes, took out her mobile phone, which was far ahead of her, and started taking pictures of the lotus pond.

Edit the picture, open the live broadcast software, click send, and it’s all done in one go.

The green fingers clicked on the residual image on the mobile phone screen, and the whole process including retouching, adding text, and sending took less than five minutes.

Tilapia lay on her side and leaned against the pavilion pillar, watching her little maid tossing around, and couldn't help but hold her forehead, thinking that her little maid really had a wide range of hobbies.

Just at a glance, he saw that there were at least more than 100 videos sent by Yueyao.

Yin Luo

Classical dance...

Think about the little maids and maids around you, they really all have their own hobbies and distinct personalities.

Bai Yuekui???

hehe!

Yi Renxing, the farmhouse base of the maid group, belongs to Bai Yuekui's courtyard. Our sister Yuekui is leaning on the rocking chair and admiring the clouds passing above her head.

With a pot of tea and a plate of dried fruits, Sister Yuekui would lie down for most of the day every day. She had a feeling that she did not want to become an immortal, but just wanted to die in this mortal world.

There are more and more staff in the experimental base, and Angel Zhixin joins forcefully. Bai Yuekui finally frees himself by 80% from his busy research career.

Except for the most important research project, she no longer has to worry about other trivial matters at this time.

No, she also has to manage those experimental base researchers.

Angel Zhixin and Linda lead everyone to conquer various scientific research projects. Sister Yuekui only needs to study and control those researchers.

If you want to say that Sister Yuekui is dissatisfied with her current life, eh?

Thinking of that dead girl Linda, Sister Yuekui, who was lying flat on her back, chewed the iron broad beans in her mouth.

"Damn girl, if you stare at me and Zhi Xin every day, you will be exhausted one day."

Not happy at all, as for Linda being exhausted to death, Sister Yuekui could only think about it in her mind.

The damn girl is very energetic, how can she die from exhaustion so easily?

"Tsk, fighting and killing all day long is so boring!" Sister Yuekui expressed disdain at the thought of Della always wanting to fight.

Fighting and killing people is not as comfortable as lying down and basking in the sun.

"Ha!!!" Yawned, turned over, and squinted for a while.

"Damn Yiren civilization, damn temperature, damn sunshine, perfect for sleeping in."

All right.

Except for himself, in fact, the little maids who are free from the pressure of survival are all equally weird.

Bai Yuekui was sleeping in, and our sister Dong'er was also lying on the cyc beach at this time.

However, compared to Bai Yuekui's rocking chair, Sister Dong'er rests in a hammock.

Not far away is the naughty castle built by Ah Yin and Qian Renxue for Xiao Luo Zhao.

Della looks forward to fighting, asking for mercy, and sending people to the Sun Star.

Bibi Dong himself? Sorry, there are more maids in Cyc than in the valley. As one of the few reliable people among the eldest sisters, Sister Donger can't enjoy herself while she is busy?

The newcomers are left to Huang Shanshan, sisters Shui Bing'er, Huo Wu, Zhu Zhuyun, and even worse, the unreliable Little Rabbit.

Sister Dong'er's task is to assign tasks to others, as for herself.

I'm already the eldest sister and can't be promoted. What's wrong with assigning tasks and taking a break by myself?

The hammock was swaying in the wind, and Bibi Dong, wearing a maid's sports vest and shorts, leaned lazily on the head of the bed.

Her long hair is loose and her delicate face is calm and gentle.

Under the sports vest, the skin is white and tender, like gelatin, and every part of the body is exquisite.

With his calm and gentle temperament, no one would dare to believe that this is the most evil Rakshasa god if he sees it.

The Rakshasa God has the temperament of Bibi Dong, but what kind of temperament does the Goddess of Life have?

Holding in his hand the new book that Qing Yunian got from the world, he read it slowly, his two white jade pillar-like legs stacked together.

Turning her head to look at the sky outside the canopy, Bibi Dong frowned slightly and murmured softly: "That damn girl Xue'er, why haven't you brought the little princess back to CYC?"

In the eyes of others, Xiao Luo Zhao is a little monster, the king of destruction.

In Bibi Dong's eyes, it was a proper little cutie, pistachio, and sweetheart.

If you are a bit more presumptuous, you will be like your own granddaughter.

You said you did it?

My goddaughter is also a granddaughter, I love her!
Chapter completed!