After leaving the teahouse, Qiran walked aimlessly on the street. To be honest, Qiran didn't want to go to the palace at all, even though the other party was her father. After all, there would be no fun if she went too early.
Unknowingly, a mischievous smile appeared on Qiran's lips...
Flying up the tree, a flash of crimson flashed, and Qiran's body was already sitting firmly on the tree. She slowly closed her eyes and exhaled from her mouth. Because she had lived in the mountains since she was a child, Qiran
I still prefer the fresh smell of woods.
It was precisely because he was sitting on the tree that Qi Ran saved the man in time.
At night, the cool breeze blew on her body, which felt very comfortable. Qiran sat on the tree and enjoyed all this. Yes, Qiran planned to stay in the tree all night. Qiran’s master—Hua Yikui
Although she is very powerful, her martial arts is not the best. Qiran's cultivation today can only be said to be a master, a true master. She has used her master's martial arts to the limit.
Suddenly, Qiran heard a wheezing sound. It was a very strong, but very weak wheezing sound. The owner of the sound used his inner strength to suppress the boiling blood, and said majestically: "Come down, sneaking around in the tree, you are not a good man.
?”
Qiran was slightly startled. Sneaky? Are you talking about her?
Qi Ran turned over and landed lightly at the feet of the owner of the voice. He smiled sweetly and said, "Senior, I misunderstood. Junior, I have been in this tree before you came over. How can you be so sneaky?"
"
His scorching eyes stared closely at Qi Ran, who had an indifferent face, and the owner of the voice said weakly: "Girl, who are you?"
Qiran turned around, looked at the person in front of him, and said innocently: "I am me, could it be that I am someone else?"
The man in front of him was over fifty years old, with half-hundred-year-old long hair dancing in the wind, like an immortal. His old face was full of wrinkles, but it could not conceal his once stunning face. However, his eyes kept flashing with bloodlust.
of light.
He looked at Qiran, counted with his fingers, and smiled with relief, "It is indeed you. Blood stained the seven realms, ruling the world."
Qi Ran said nothing. However, Qi Ran was curious as to why everyone would say these eight words when they saw her.
As if he had seen through her, the old man coughed softly and explained: "...cough cough...girl, not everyone can say these eight words. The only ones who know these eight words are fortune tellers."
"Oh." Qi Ran was not too surprised by his words. She walked forward slowly and placed her slender fingers on the pulse of his right wrist. The pulse is the lifeblood of a person, but the old man allowed her to touch it with confidence.
.
Qiran's eyes turned cold: "Are you poisoned?"
The old man nodded in disbelief. He was indeed poisoned, and it was a strange poison in the world, and there was no cure.
Qi Ran thought for a while, then decisively pulled out the dagger from the old man's waist and pointed it at the old man. There was no big fluctuation in the old man's eyes, but he just lowered his head in an appointed manner. Who would have thought——
Qi Ran reversed the blade and cut his wrist. The bright red blood slowly slid down Qi Ran's white wrist. Qi Ran stretched out his wrist and handed it to the old man's lips. The bright red blood slowly flowed to the old man.
in the mouth.
"Girl, you..." The old man looked at Qi Ran in surprise.
Facing the old man's surprised gaze, Qiran remained calm. She smiled confidently and said to the old man: "My blood can detoxify hundreds of poisons. This strange poison in the world should also be able to detoxify it."
Sure enough, as soon as the bright red blood entered his abdomen, the old man felt that his qi and blood had become much clearer, and his face became less pale. The poison should have begun to slowly resolve.