The first thousand two hundred and thirty-eight chapters help (a)
Chapter 1,238 Helping Hand (1)
"Why, Zi Ling knows Taoist Fellow Han?" Hu Qinglei asked, his voice was not loud, but it was like thunder in Zi Ling's ears.
"Yes, I and Brother Han are indeed old acquaintances!" Zi Ling's blurred eyes seemed to wake up suddenly, and she quickly retracted her gaze from Han Li, and said with a forced smile. However, her undulating breasts,
It shows that she is extremely excited now and cannot control herself at all.
"Miss Zi Ling, I didn't expect to see you here." Han Li touched his nose and said with a wry smile after a while.
After all, he was not an ordinary person, and his expression instantly returned to its original state.
"Oh, since Zi Ling and fellow Taoist Han are old acquaintances, that's the best thing. Zi Ling, please give a toast to fellow Taoist Han Li first. Once you enter my devil palace, you will no longer have anything to do with everything before. This cup
The wine can be considered as an end to this." Hu Qinglei was silent for a moment, and then said in an understatement. It seemed that he didn't want to ask about the relationship between Han Li and his future concubine.
Upon hearing this, Zi Ling's forced smile suddenly froze.
A maid from the Demon Palace next to her also immediately handed a tray to the woman. There was a pot and an emerald green wine glass on the tray.
Zi Ling lowered her head and looked at the things on the plate. Her dark cloud-like hair temporarily blocked most of her face, making it impossible to see the girl's current expression. However, her graceful figure only stood still for a moment before she slowly stretched out her face.
A bright wrist gently picked up the handle of the wine bottle.
The tense atmosphere in the hall suddenly relaxed following this woman's movements.
The stern face of the old man with wooden crown also softened.
Han Li watched quietly as Zi Ling poured a glass of rouge-like wine, then gently held the wine glass with his green-white jade fingers, raised his head, and walked towards him with gentle steps without saying a word.
The strangeness on Zi Ling's face disappeared, and she regained her cold and indifferent expression. For an instant, she looked at Han Li as if she were looking at a stranger.
Han Li's mouth twitched, but he immediately regained his composure.
"Fellow Daoist Han, please drink this thin cup of wine!" Zi Ling's voice seemed to come from a very far away place. It was extremely wooden, as if it was just a body speaking. When the people in the palace heard it, they felt a little bit of regret.
The color Ali...
Han Li looked at the wine glass that was close at hand, and did not immediately reach out to take it. Instead, his eyes followed the wine glass to the woman's arms, body, and finally stopped at the delicate jade-like face.
My eyes narrowed slightly at some point!
This time, the atmosphere in the palace, which had just relaxed, became solemn again.
But the expression of the old man with wooden crown did not change this time, but a cold light flashed through his eyes.
Xiang Zhili, who was on the side, seemed to have sensed She. He glanced at Hu Lao Mo and couldn't help but frown, while Feng Lao Mo looked at the strange situation between Han Li and Zi Ling and just smiled. No one could tell what was going on in his heart.
How to think.
The rest of the Nascent Soul monks also had different expressions, but naturally most of them were gloating about misfortune.
Han Li raised his hand and suddenly took the wine glass from Zi Ling's hand. He raised his hand and drank it in one gulp.
His move made everyone in the hall startled. Hu Qinglei raised his eyebrows, but then returned to normal.
Zi Ling's dull face suddenly showed a complex look. She stared at Han Li for a while, then took the empty wine glass without saying a word, and slowly turned around and walked away.
"Wait a minute! If I'm not mistaken, Miss Zi Ling must have been restrained in her body!"
Just when everyone thought that with Hu Qinglei's power, there would be no complications in this matter, Han Li spoke calmly.
Zi Ling's delicate body, which was about to walk back, was shocked, and actually stopped on the spot unconsciously.
The whole hall fell into silence for an instant, everyone held their breath, and you could hear a pin drop.
"Fellow Daoist Han, have you drunk too much? Don't forget to drink to make yourself drunk!" Hu Qinglei had no expression on his face. He calmly drank the glass of wine in his hand and said this.
The dissatisfaction in his words was extremely obvious.
"Brother Hu, don't worry. Although Han drank two more drinks, he is very sober and will not talk nonsense." Han Li's eyes flashed, but he chuckled carelessly.
"Really? Zi Ling, let me ask you, do you think you don't know whether Daoist Fellow Han is drunk?" Hu Qinglei lowered his head and looked at a palm with a red ring on it, without raising his head.
said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Zi Ling's expression suddenly changed. Her bright red lips moved twice, trying to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
Hu Qinglei seemed to sense the hesitation in Zi Ling's heart and raised his head to look over.
As a result, everyone was startled when they saw the face of the old man Guan Guan at this moment, and felt a faint chill in their hearts.
Because although Hu Lao Mo's expression was the same as before, a faint black aura appeared on his face, and at the same time, a pair of eyes turned reddish without knowing when, and flashed with wisps of cold light, which did not look like him at all.
Eyes that humans should have.
"Fellow Daoist, you..." Xiang Zhili wanted to say something next to him, but the cold words of the old man Mu Guan immediately interrupted him.
"Even if this person was brought to me by Brother Xiang, do you think I will still act as if I don't know if I am being bullied? If he doesn't give me an explanation today, I won't be able to leave this place again."
After hearing this, Xiang Zhili could only smile bitterly and stopped trying to persuade Hu Laomo. Instead, he turned to Han Li and shook his head:
"Junior Brother Han, you should know what you are doing. Xiang cannot handle the aftermath for you. You can think about how to give Brother Hu an explanation! I think Junior Brother should have something to say to Brother Hu.
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After saying this, Xiang Zhili stopped looking at the two of them, leaned back, closed his eyes and rested his mind.
Although Xiang Zhili didn't say much, Han Li could hear a hint of protection in his words. It was just that Xiang Laoer, who was both a god-forming monk, obviously didn't want to directly conflict with Hu Lao Mo, so he reminded him.
After saying a few words to him, he could only watch.
Han Li smiled slightly, turned to Zi Ling and asked:
"Miss Zi Ling, you and I have known each other for many years. You are one of Han's few friends. Since you have restrictions in your body, you may be forced to do so. Although Han doesn't want to offend fellow Hu Daoist, but
I can't be cold enough to sit back and ignore you. But before that, I hope fellow Taoist can give me a true answer. Do you voluntarily want to marry someone who calls your brother a concubine? If it is something you are willing to do, I will naturally not do anything to disgrace the scenery.
If you don't want to..." Han Li didn't finish his words, but the meaning of his words was clearly revealed.
"I..." Zi Ling's face was full of joy, hesitation, helplessness and other intertwined expressions, as if she was eager to answer but didn't know how to speak for the moment.
"There is no need to ask her. Anyone who enters this Demonic Palace is willing to become my concubine, or is she the one who can decide? But even if she is not willing, what can you do? Do you want to take her out of this Demonic Palace by force?"
Hu Qinglei sneered, his words full of sarcasm.
"As expected! Is this true?" Han Li sighed lightly, but still asked Zi Ling for final confirmation.
"A few years ago, I accidentally revealed my true appearance, and then I was captured by several elders of the Heavenly Demon Sect. I was kidnapped and carried up the mountain. Of course, I couldn't say it was voluntary." Zi Ling's eyes fell on Han Li, and he saw
Now that he has reached the late stage of Nascent Soul, he is extremely calm when facing the master of the Demon Palace who makes him extremely frightened. For some reason, his heart heats up, and he grits his teeth and tells the truth.
Hearing this, Hu Qinglei just sneered and said nothing. The other monks in the temple did not show any strange expression.
Such things like forcibly abducting female cultivators would probably be criticized if they were in the Taiyi Sect and other righteous sects. However, among the demonic sects and some side sects, it is just a common thing, and it seems to be a matter of course.
And the monks who can come to this Demonic Palace will naturally not have anything to do with the righteous sect. No wonder they are indifferent to this kind of thing.
"It's good to have Miss Zi Ling's words. There is no need to be angry, Brother Hu. I have no intention of going against fellow Taoist. Everything in the world can be exchanged equally. I don't know what conditions I can use to exchange for the freedom of fellow Taoist Zi Ling.
Body." After Han Li nodded, he actually said this to the old man Mu Guan, as if he turned a blind eye to the evil look on his face.
"Exchange! By you?" Hu Qinglei was startled at first, and then a strange expression appeared on his face.
"Why, Brother Hu, do you think I'm not worthy?" Han Li said calmly.
"Yes, you are worthy of exchanging things with Hu! Even if you are better than the average late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, you are not worth mentioning in my eyes. Or do you really think that if Fellow Taoist Xiang brings you here, you will really be able to exchange things with Hu?"
You are on equal footing with me. Besides, what treasures in this world can make Hu Mou tempted? By the way, I heard that you still have two spiritual treasures. But if Hu Mou is willing, I will kill you. These two spiritual treasures are not returned to you.
Hu Mou is all gone." Hu Qinglei said in an eerie tone, while a layer of black light that looked like substance appeared on his body, as if he had a murderous intention towards Han Lizhen.