"Sister Yue'er, look, daddy and sister Xiaolan have come to save me." Qin Xiaowan, who had just gained freedom, was about to run to Zhao Yue'er, but Xiaolan suddenly pulled her into his arms.
"Sister Xiaolan, it's okay. Sister Yue'er won't hurt me. I'm going to tell Sister Yue'er that what she said is wrong." Qin Xiaowan's face was serious, and she continued to push out.
Xiaolan glanced at Zhao Yue'er, who was standing silently, and the anger in her eyes almost turned into flames and burned Zhao Yue'er to ashes.
She hugged Qin Xiaowan, squatted down slowly, and asked Nuannuan: "Wan'er, what did Zhao Yue'er say?"
"Sister Yue'er said that when you come here, you no longer want Wan'er. She said that if I don't believe it, she will tie me up and leave you a letter to see if you will come."
Qin Xiaowan hugged Xiaolan's neck and kissed her on the forehead, her eyes full of joy, "Sister Yue'er also said that she wants Uncle Li Xian to believe it, so if I look weak, she will
He gave me a candy and said..."
Qin Xiaowan said, suddenly coughing violently, and with a whoosh, she spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Wan'er." Qin Shaobai originally pointed his sword at Zhao Yue'er. Seeing Qin Xiaowan vomiting blood, he knew that the poison must have taken effect. His heart ached, and the sword in his hand was stabbed at Zhao Yue'er, "Zhao Yue'er, what the hell are you doing?"
What did you give Wan'er to eat? If she has any shortcomings, I will cut you into pieces."
Zhao Yue'er raised her bright eyes, looked at Qin Shaobai quietly for a while, and suddenly burst into laughter.
Her smile was completely unlike that of a teenage girl, it was full of the smell of a vulture.
Amidst the laughter, everyone's eyes widened.
Zhao Yue'er, that thin and frail Zhao Yue'er, slowly expanded in the laughter, and the clothes on her body were instantly opened, and pieces of cloth fell off.
Qin Shaobai stayed there, Xiaolan had already covered Wan'er's eyes, ducked and placed Wan'er on a viewing stone outside Shili Pavilion.
When Xiaolan turned around again, she found that Zhao Yue'er had turned into a girl in her twenties, wearing Qin Shaobai's black shirt.
"Turtle shrinking skill." When these three words came into Xiaolan's mind, the sweat on her forehead also dropped.
Turtle Shrinking Kung Fu is a Western demonic kung fu that has been lost for many years. It is said that people who practice this kung fu can freely transform their bodies into various forms. They are invulnerable to all poisons and are invulnerable to weapons and bullets. No one can even guess
reveal their true age.
Qin Shaobai and Xiaolan looked at each other, holding the weapons in their hands tightly, their faces showing unprecedented tension and worry.
"Uncle Qin, why are you so kind to Xiaowan? I am also your daughter. Why can you point a sword at me for Xiaowan?"
Zhao Yue'er's voice didn't change at all. It was still as sweet and charming as a little girl, even with a hint of grievance.
Qin Shaobai suddenly got goosebumps when he heard this.
He had no idea whether the person in front of him was a woman or not. What flashed in his mind were the two words that made him feel extremely disgusted: demon.
Thinking about those days when he would hold this demon in his hands and kiss her on the forehead, Qin Shaobai felt nauseated and almost vomited out all the porridge he drank in the morning.
"You, who are you?" Qin Shaobai asked in a low voice, holding back the uncontrollable disgust.
"Haha. Mr. Qin, I think it's better to call you Mr. Qin now. I am Zhao Yue'er."
As he spoke, a creaking sound was heard, and when he looked again, Zhao Yue'er had returned to her original appearance of a teenage girl.
However, his voice became the magnetic voice of a man.
Qin Shaobai's nausea feeling could not be stronger.
He tried hard to control himself, raised the sword in his hand, and shouted angrily: "Who are you? What kind of monster are you?"
A charming smile appeared on Zhao Yue'er's face. She turned around and landed next to Qin Shaobai. Before Qin Shaobai could react, she gently touched Qin Shaobai's forehead with her delicate hands.
Clicked.
Qin Shaobai's whole body trembled as if he was under magic.
Seeing this, Zhao Yue'er burst out laughing: "Master Qin, there are only two people in this world who are qualified to ask me who I am. One is my master, and the other is the Zhennan King Zhao Bai. Which one of them are you?"
Where is one?"
With that said, Zhao Yue'er's figure moved, and she bullied Qin Shaobai again: "Master Qin, I actually like you very much, but I have to obey the master's orders, so I can only use Wan'er to lure you.
You, no, strictly speaking, are the one who comes out of your body."
"Don't talk nonsense, I am who I am."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Qin Shaobai felt that he was so stupid for saying such childish words in front of the person in front of him.
Zhao Yue'er laughed so hard this time that she leaned forward and back. After laughing, his eyes fell on Qin Xiaowan, who was lying quietly on the stone.
"Master Qin, Wan'er just took one Jueming Pill of mine, which is not very powerful. If there is no antidote for twenty-four hours, Xiao Wan's beautiful little body will slowly begin to rot.
"
There was a look of horror in Zhao Yue'er's eyes, and he gently stroked his body with his hands: "First her cute little face, then her already slightly feminine body, and finally her
Two hands, two feet, in the end..."
"Zhao Yue'er, shut up." Xiaolan roared angrily.
Zhao Yue'er stopped, glanced at Xiaolan, and smiled: "Sister Xiaolan, you are always so cruel to me. Oh, I forgot, sister Xiaolan's mother is Her Highness the Flower Demon of Baihua Cave.
It is said that any poison can be cured, right?"
He suddenly let out a long sigh: "What a pity. My Jueming Pill is the master's unique poison. Even His Highness the Flower Demon cannot have an antidote."
"You monster, get the antidote quickly." Xiaolan couldn't help it anymore, and the dagger flew out from her hand.
Unexpectedly, as if it suddenly heard someone's order, the dagger walked in front of Zhao Yue'er, suddenly turned around, and flew towards Xiaolan.
Qin Shaobai shouted quickly and stepped in front of Xiaolan.
Seeing those daggers piercing Qin Shaobai's body again, a pair of hands came out of nowhere and pushed Qin Shaobai back. The daggers flew out, grazing the faces of Qin Shaobai and Xiaolan.
, stuck heavily in a tree.
"Sister Xiaolan." Zhao Yue'er returned to the sweet voice of a childlike girl, but her voice was full of grievances, "Sister Xiaolan, you can't die. The master has specifically told me that he can't hurt you in the slightest, so please, please
Sister Xiaolan, go take good care of Wan'er."
Can't hurt me at all? Could it be a vicious dog raised by Mei Wude?
"Are you a Mongolian?"
Zhao Yue'er was startled by Xiaolan's sudden question, but she quickly understood what Xiaolan was referring to.
He simply stood in front of Xiaolan and tapped Xiaolan's forehead with his fingers, which were thinner and whiter than green onions: "I really don't know why the master likes you. You are a simple-minded pig."
Ah, is that good-for-nothing guy Maywood qualified to be my master?"
Before Xiao Lan could get angry, Zhao Yue'er had already stepped aside and whispered to Qin Shaobai: "Master Qin, if you want Wan'er's antidote, there are only two ways. First, you come to me with Zhao Rushu's head.
,Second, let Zhao Bai come to me."
After saying that, Zhao Yue'er's body had already jumped into the air, and soon disappeared without a trace with the help of those flowers and plants.
In the air, there was only his unbridled laughter and his loud words: "I forgot to tell you that I am the Bei Zhang that you have been unable to find."
In fact, Qin Shaobai and Xiaolan could guess that they were almost inseparable without Beizhang reporting his family name.
What they can't understand is, who is behind Beizhang?
Is it Zhao Bai or Zhao Rushu who the person behind the scenes wants to deal with?
"Daddy." Wan'er on the stone suddenly called out.
The two of them ran over quickly.
Wan'er's face was cold and cold, but sweat seeped out drop by drop.
"Xiaolan, think of a solution quickly. Didn't Beizhang just say that? Your mother has many antidote magic medicines. She must have one that can detoxify the poison of this Jueming Pill, right?"
Qin Shaobai grabbed Xiaolan's wrist and looked at Xiaolan eagerly.
Xiaolan endured the burning pain in her wrist, looked at Qin Shaobai, and slowly shook her head.