The old pavilion master's breath was rising and falling.

The windows opened and swung with a loud sound.

The curtains in the room shook, and the books on the table were opened with a clatter.

The entire attic was filled with a violent rage.

The old pavilion master lowered his body slightly.

The cloudy eyes glowed with a cold light.

"How do you know about Forbidden Island!"

Wen Qing'er swallowed her saliva.

At that moment, it seemed as if death was approaching.

"I overheard my parents chatting before, from when they were chatting."

The old pavilion master bent his back and looked down at Wen Qing'er with his hands behind his back.

"Then what else did you hear?"

Wen Qing'er's body couldn't stop trembling.

It was clear that the old pavilion master's eyes were gradually filled with bloodshot eyes, the black eyeballs were shrinking little by little, and the veins on his forehead popped out.

Under the dim light.

The old pavilion master looked like a zombie.

"I...that's what I heard!"

"Qing'er! Grandpa doesn't like children who lie!"

The old pavilion master's big, wrinkled hands covered with age spots fell on Wen Qing'er's body.

Wen Qing'er's weak body fell down, almost lying on the ground. Looking at the old pavilion master who looked completely different from the other two, his body was like chaff.

"I...I also heard that they said that the Forbidden Island has the trump card of our Penglai Pavilion! As long as you enter the Forbidden Island, you can improve your skills in the shortest time!"

The old pavilion master burst into laughter from his throat. The laughter sounded uncomfortable, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"Are you really willing to go to the Forbidden Island?"

Wen Qing'er tilted her body almost lying on the ground and looked at the old pavilion master nervously.

After hesitating for a while, he said, "I suddenly don't want to go!"

The old pavilion master suddenly grabbed Wen Qing'er's neck and lifted him up. Wen Qing'er's face turned purple from being squeezed, her eyes popped out, and her legs couldn't stop kicking the air.

The tongue also came out bit by bit.

"I'm going! I'm going!"

A sharp sound came from Wen Qing'er's throat, shrouded in fear.

The old pavilion master let go.

Wen Qing'er fell to the ground weakly.

He held his neck and gasped violently.

The old pavilion master slowly sat down.

Looking down at Wen Qing'er.

A strange and treacherous smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Your parents have been on the Forbidden Island for eighty days, and they are only one day away from becoming earth demons. Unfortunately, they always have that disgusting humanity. I hope you won't let them.

I'm disappointed!

Cheng Bao, send her to the Forbidden Island!"

The guard who was guarding the door just now stepped in from outside the door.

Lifting it up, Wen Qing'er walked towards the door.

Wen Qing'er struggled quickly, "Let me go, don't touch me with your stinky hands! I will leave on my own!"

Cheng Bao had no expression on his face and quickly walked out the door with Wen Qing'er in his arms.

There is a little-known ferry in the innermost part of Penglai Pavilion. Cheng Bao threw Wen Qing'er onto the boat.

He jumped onto the boat, kicked off the shore, and under the moonlight, the boat rushed out into the distance.

Cheng Bao stood at the bow of the boat, and Wen Qing'er's face twisted, looking at Penglai Pavilion that was gradually going away.

Thinking back to what the old Pavilion Master said just now, his parents actually died on the Forbidden Island.

I'm afraid I'll have a narrow escape if I go.

Wen Qing'er secretly glanced at Cheng Bao, turned over and was about to jump off the boat to escape into the water.

Cheng Bao stepped on the boat and the boat tilted. Wen Qing'er couldn't stand still and sat back in the boat.

Before he could speak, Cheng Bao pinched Wen Qing'er's face and said, "Be honest!"

Wen Qing'er angrily scratched Cheng Bao's face with her nails, and then bit Cheng Bao's mouth fiercely, "Watch dog, let me go! Don't touch me! It's so dirty! Give me...

.”

Cheng Bao pressed Wen Qing'er's neck with his big hand and pinned Wen Qing'er to the bow of the boat.

The other hand reached towards Wen Qing'er's collar.

The clothes are torn.

Drive straight in.

The boat swayed, bumped, and jumped into the distance.

The bow of the boat turned with the beating of gongs and drums, and the roaring torrent of sweeping waves.

A little spring brings the autumn water, and several hurried oars urge the boat to pass.

The old pavilion master sat in a wheelchair in a daze.

I don't know how long it took, but the old pavilion master came to his senses, picked up the blanket from the ground, shook it, and spread it on his legs again. He looked down and saw that a small part of his leg was exposed from his trousers.

Under the dim light, you can see that the old pavilion master's legs are covered with scales.

He reached out his hand and pulled.

A rapid knock on the door came from downstairs.

"Old Pavilion Master, I'm Wan'er! Is it convenient to come in?"

The old pavilion master arranged his clothes and said, "Come in, kid!"

Wen Wan'er looked anxious and ran up from downstairs holding her skirt.

"Old Pavilion Master, has Qing'er been here before?"

"I haven't been here before, what's wrong?"

Wen Wan'er said angrily and worriedly, "She made some bad friends, and now her mind is poisoned by the eyes. Her outlook on life is very unhealthy. I asked her to stay at home, but she ran out again. I asked people who said she was heading towards

Here it comes.”

"This girl, you are so old, yet you still let me, a sister like you, worry so much. I will send someone to help you look for her."

"Thank you, old Pavilion Master, for disturbing you at such a late hour."

The old pavilion master smiled and said, "It's okay, you girl, why are you so polite to the old man? Even though your parents are not my biological children, I regard them as my own children. You and Qing'er are both my relatives."

Granddaughter, why are you so polite to me!"

Wen Wan'er bent down to thank her and hurriedly left the attic.

....

The sky is slightly bright.

Wang Han stretched his waist.

With the combination of internal and external skills.

I meditated all night without feeling sleepy at all.

He opened his eyes and glanced in one direction.

Yesterday, I could clearly feel the heartbeat through the human skin paper in that direction.

Wen Qing'er went there when she left Wang Han's residence.

Later, when Wen Wan'er was looking for someone.

Wang Han asked in passing, and Wen Wan'er said that place was the old pavilion master's place of cultivation.

Repair a hammer.

If I hadn't been able to feel it, you would have believed it.

After washing.
To be continued...