Hu Qing was frightened: "What are you going to do? We are civilized people, and civilized people must be reasonable."
Who believes this? Senior Sister Hu’s reputation has never depended on civilization.
The nine people held their phones for a long time before they compiled a complete list and brought it to her.
Hu Qing took it over and shook it casually. The folded pages stretched out like water sleeves, with words all over them.
The font is strong and nice, but not too much?
With such a long list, do the nine sects and nine tribes still have friends? No matter how outstanding they are, they can’t be so outstanding that they don’t have any friends, right?
She decisively closed the memorial and changed the direction: "Those who are still friendly with us, please make a list."
This time, the list was completed quickly on a regular-sized piece of paper.
The right hand is a thick fold, and the left hand is a thin paper. The weight of both hands... is very heavy.
Originally, Hu Qing wanted to do some little tricks to make people sick, but she just did it on the way home. But now looking at the amount... forget it, she has been away from home for too long and she is eager to return. This last slap in the face, she is a little bit
I don't want to cause trouble anymore.
As for not being able to recruit new disciples, we can brainstorm ideas after we go back. Moreover, only when we go back can we have the manpower to do things.
So, she calmly put away the two lists and asked, "Are there any other disciples who are out there who want to go back together?"
"Yes, yes, yes - ah, let's ask Zongli first."
Hu Qing watched them chatting non-stop on their mobile phones, and thought to herself, it's hard not to rely on mobile phones, but it's still not convenient to take them in and out like this, so I changed them to a watch like the shark's -
—When fighting, accidental injuries are inevitable, so you still need to think about it again.
Speaking of pondering, she turned to Lao Xiang and said, "Bring me your body bag."
The old elephant was stunned for a moment, then respectfully presented him with a new, unused bag.
Hu Qing said to everyone and went into the room to study his pocket.
Hu Ran was lying on the bed. The dark gray satin bedding made him look bad. Hu Qing thought for a while, found the embroidery thread from the space, extracted the required color with spiritual power, broke the thread, and stopped.
In the air, she used her spiritual consciousness to flatten the four corners of the quilt and flatten the quilt surface, and her spiritual consciousness transformed colors to paint on it. She did not have this artistic level, so she only recalled the paintings or scenery she had seen in the past to make reproductions, and finally put together half of a moonlit night.
Xueguan added half a piece of autumn red from the cool autumn world, which felt good. With a thought, the silk thread hanging in the air used spiritual power as a needle to pierce the quilt surface accurately.
Embroidery is also a technique for refining weapons. She prefers light tools and heavy tools. She has done little research on these delicate and delicate soft tools. She used them slightly when making clothes a long time ago. Fortunately, she can use her spiritual power to make needles, otherwise she would use real ones.
If it were a needle, I'm afraid it wouldn't be so flexible.
In just a moment, the monotonous quilt became more colorful, and Hu Ran's white face was set off by the red leaves under his neck, making it look much better.
Hu Qing nodded with satisfaction and used his spiritual consciousness to tuck the quilt in for him, then sat in front of the window and studied the pocket. By the way, he sent the twenty-eight dead souls he had collected before to the Space Mirror, wishing them an early death.
Transcendence.
She didn't collect any of the corpses. Now that she was a person of status, she didn't need to do anything to deal with small things like money.
Looking through his pockets, Hu Qing couldn't help but exclaim. This thing can hold a lot and is harmless to living things, but it is not harmful to dead living things - it can quickly remove corpses without leaving traces or dirt, and quickly
To the extent that even the stench of the corpse has no time to spread. Moreover, it can also collect and preserve various items carried, hidden, and untied by the corpse. Even if it drops very large items, it will
It can also become larger accordingly, ensuring that the bag will not break.
"Talent." Hu Qing was impressed and decided to bring it back to the sect for mass production.
Hu Ran woke up leisurely on the bed and stared at a lamp hanging from the green tent above his head. It was shaped like a woman carrying a lantern. There was incense in the lantern. As soon as he smelled it, he knew that the spice was rare and had the effect of calming the soul. Good intentions are good intentions.
, that’s right, the silk thread hanging the lamp from above just passes under the woman’s neck and then hangs up... They are all immortals, is it so difficult to make a lamp levitate?
Xun Guang turned his head and saw a woman by the window. He squinted his eyes and matched that face with the one in his memory. It was indeed her, but - he looked embarrassed and stupid when he saw this person, but this time he saw her
He's not embarrassed anymore, he's still very silly, especially that silly smile that still has a bit of vulgarity. Which path did this person take to get to where he is today? Is it a serious path?
Hu Qing looked over and said in a relaxed tone: "Senior is awake."
A few steps over: "Is there anything else that feels uncomfortable?"
Hu Ran opened his mouth, his voice as heavy as lead, hoarse and unpleasant: "The quilt is too heavy, it's oppressive."
Hu Qing's smile faltered, and she stared silently at the embroidery on the quilt that she thought was very good. The silk thread she used was of the highest quality, so it couldn't be heavy.
The person under the quilt was neatly dressed, so Hu Qing took off the quilt and replaced it with another plain one. He hugged the original quilt in his hands. It didn't weigh much, so he put it into the space in confusion.
Hu Ran coughed.
Hu Qing remained motionless.
Hu Ran was helpless: "Is there any water? I'm thirsty."
Oh, Hu Qing, who was still thinking about the impact of embroidery on the quilt experience, finally realized that the patient was awake and could eat.
Hu Ran said again: "Qingshui."
The most ordinary water will do, anything complicated will be bad for his injury.
Hu Qing condensed more than a dozen small water balls directly above his face. He opened his mouth and slowly dropped a small water ball into it. He ate seven or eight in a row. Hu Ran said that was enough, and Hu Qing took the rest.
Wave it into the flower pot next to it.
Hu Ran looked at the flower pot, which contained artificial flowers made of precious stones, gold and silver, and thought to himself, this person is not elegant.
Hu Qing dragged a stool over and sat down, his eyes bright: "Senior, are you healed?"
"It's getting better, but I need to take care of myself for a while longer. You call me Master Hu, and I have a half-master friendship with you. Now that we have met, I will fulfill my preamble and recite the complete collection of spiritual plants I have to me.
"
Hu Qing: "..."
I shouldn't give you water to make your throat heal, right?
She fought for it: "Master Hu, I am a weapon master."
Suddenly, a trace of disgust flashed across Hu Ran's face, and then he restrained himself: "It doesn't matter, I don't dislike it."
Hu Qing: "..."
She said: "Master Hu, let's talk about your arrest of Yunyingtai. Yunyingtai and Hu Xuan are in the same boat as us, and they are still waiting for me to give them an explanation."
Hu Ran: "Don't worry, wait until I'm done. Can't you protect me? Come on, start memorizing it from the beginning."
Really can't escape? Hu Qing still has a way. She turned her palms over and over again, and the red ginseng fruit on top of her head was sitting in the palm of her hand, and the strange fragrance floated to Hu Ran's nose. Hu Ran's eyes suddenly straightened.
"Isn't this the ginseng fruit of the Yunying tribe? It's exactly the same as described in ancient books - how come you have it?"
Hu Qing chuckled: "I have a good relationship with the Yunying clan."
Hu Ran looked at her fiercely, feeling dizzy, and said with envy: "I have been looking for the Yunying tribe for thousands of years, but I didn't expect you to find it just as a child. The luck lies with you."
Hu Qing is sorry to be called a child. She is also a person over a thousand years old.
"Master Hu, tell me what's going on. I really have to give you an explanation."