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Yin Yang Gate, in a certain house, the oil lamp burned slowly under the interference of the breeze.

The rain outside the house was getting heavier and heavier, and there were a few thunders from time to time.

Zheng Ya sat in front of the dressing mirror, combing her hair and looking at the mirror in front of her.

She hummed softly and was in a good mood.

That bitch Jiang Yan is dead, and no one can compete with Senior Sister for the True Legend. It can be said that Senior Sister's True Legend position is almost guaranteed.

When the time comes when the senior sister becomes the true successor, then I...

She put down the comb and straightened the broken hair on her forehead.

However, Jiang Yan's cauldron ran away, leaving another hidden danger.

But she wasn't too worried. The senior sister had already launched a wanted arrest against him for the crime of killing his fellow disciples. How could a furnace in the early stage of Qi training escape being hunted by so many people.

She scoffed, laughing at herself for thinking so much, and walked towards the bed.

She sat down on the bed, her plump curves gradually revealed on the looming clothes, which was evocative.

She raised her jade feet, patted the sand on them, and prepared to sleep.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the door. She frowned slightly and yelled: "Who!"

But there was no answer for a while.

She raised her mind, clenched her fist, and stared at the door.

Continuous wind blew outside the house, causing the doors and windows to rattle slightly.

The entire atmosphere in the room was a little depressing, as if the slightest fluctuation could cause a ripple.

"Wind?"...she said to herself.

At this time, a female voice came from outside the door, and she relaxed a little.

"Senior sister, it's me. The spiritual stone below has arrived."

"Oh, come in." Zheng Ya straightened her clothes and ordered.

The door creaked and said:

"Senior sister, this is the Lingshi account book that came up from below, including Kumu Village and several other villages."

Zheng Ya picked up the account book and took a look at it to make sure.

Then he asked: "Did you give the pig demon a tribute?"

The slender woman nodded: "I gave it a few days ago, but it kept complaining."

Zheng Ya laughed, then her expression was cold:

"It has a lot of things to do. After a few months, and its value is drained, I can randomly issue a task and find a few ordinary disciples to solve it."

At that time, just use a few spirit stones and it will be considered as a waste. As for their life and death, I have no control over them.

Disciples who have neither power nor strength should be used here.

Just like Jiang Yan's furnace.

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