"Is that all that?" Meng Shichen wrinkled her eyebrows, staring at Tan Jiuling's thin back with round eyes, her white and slender fingers still poking lightly at the lines of her skin. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info immediately, the skin that had been poked by her immediately bulged into a small bowl and a big bag.

The bulge was like a living thing, walking under Tan Jiuling's skin. It disappears as soon as you remove some of it, but it also has a circle shape that looms on the skin, so it's easy to find.

"I double-checked him, but it didn't take much effort to find him. In his vest, it is easy to spot. If you use a cinnabar pen, you should be able to circle it. You can also trace the specific form. ”

Leaving the painting, Meng Shichen's hand was opened, but Wu Qifeng came over.

She was shocked and actually ripped off the towel on her face and stuffed it to Meng Shichen: "Yo! This guy is amazing, he didn't even notice such a big bag. ”

"Are you usually too popular? When you go swimming in the water with your brothers, no one tells you? Wu Qifeng simply squatted on the side that Tan Jiuling could see, and she could exert her little witch's poisonous tongue ability.

Meng Shichen glanced at her, but the latter didn't react at all, and looked at Tan Jiuling with a sneer.

"You're a witch! How did you end up here?! Tan Jiuling bounced up from the bed suddenly, but his body was too weak and he fell down again in an instant. But he still looked at Wu Qifeng like a tiger, baring his "fangs" and glaring at Wu Qifeng.

Wu Qifeng pursed his mouth: "I'm not here to help you see a doctor?" Mr. Meng said that there was someone here who might have been planted by someone from the Wumen Sect, so let me come and take a look. You haven't been seeded, don't worry. ”

"Mr. Meng?" Tan Jiuling muttered lightly, and turned his head to look at Meng Shichen in an instant, "You actually asked the witch demon girl to help me see a doctor!" As a decent person, how can you associate with crooked ways? Meng Shichen, I misread you! ”

Meng Shichen's originally apprehensive heart instantly calmed down under his questioning, and she said indifferently without changing her face: "The result is that she has identified that you are not possessed by the undead Gu, and only by eliminating this suspicion can we find the real monster on your body." ”

"Tan Shaoxia, the right path is in the hearts of the people. Who is the Juying elder who cultivated the Huangquan Flower Gu, you must already know. He killed a lot more people than Wu Qifeng, so is he decent or crooked? She looked at him faintly, her eyes clear.

Tan Jiuling was silent, not speechless, but directly vomiting blood.

Meng Shichen beckoned to Lihua: "We have to remove this thing, but Tan Jiuling's health is too poor, you have to go and buy more medicinal materials to boost your qi and nourish your spirits." Good ginseng or something, a few more. Lift up his spirits, and we'll do it. ”

"Then I'll buy it right away." Before the words of the painting, the figure has disappeared, and only the window is still shaking inside and out, "crunch, crunch".

He gasped for breath for a while before he said in a deep voice, "That elder was lured by the crooked path of the evil sect to take the wrong path. Meng Shichen, I don't want you to be the same as him. ”

Tan Jiuling's gaze swept over the dumplings sleeping on the side, and sighed softly, like a breeze blowing in March, leaving not even a trace. Wu Qifeng sneered: "It seems that people don't want me to help." Meng Shichen, I'll go back first if I still have something to do. ”

Wu Qifeng said, his smart eyes rolled, and his gaze fell on Tan Jiuling: "By the way, you will have less trouble when you meet someone like him in the future." Decent family, fame and reputation, fake serious. The Sword Sect and the undead are incompatible, and he is also mixed up with an undead doll, which is not a good bird. ”

Meng Shichen coughed lightly, but Wu Qifeng winked at her and went out.

"Damn! If it weren't for the fact that I was injured, how could I have allowed you, a demon girl, to be so arrogant! Tan Jiuling was angry, and spat blood again. Meng Shichen was worried that he would wake up the group, so she motioned with her eyes to leave the painting and carry the group to her own room.

Meng Shichen didn't seem to see his embarrassed and resentful appearance, but just asked Song Yu next to him to look at him well. Later, she found cinnabar and a pen inkstone and grinded it carefully.

"Wu Qifeng is now the only one left in the old Wumen, and her brother originally wanted to use the evil spirit sealed under the helm to revive the prestige of the Wumen. It was last year, not long after we came out of Fulongzhuang. Meng Shichen concentrated on grinding the cinnabar, as if talking to himself.

Tan Jiuling gasped, his originally bloodless face was blue in white, and his lips were already purple.

"What are you talking about this? Do you want me to have mercy on the witch gate too? I'm sorry, this kind of stupid thing for the enemy, I Tan Jiuling can't do it! He sneered, "I don't want you to get rid of this special undead on my body, I'll figure it out myself." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Meng Shichen's gaze like an ice pick, piercing her heart and lungs. Tan Jiuling gritted his teeth and scolded this fledgling little girl, originally he was optimistic about her seedling, but he didn't expect her to be so close to the crooked sect!

This is simply a disgrace to the soul-slayer!

"Because of the battle with the new Wumen, the appearance of Wu Qifeng provoked a poisonous fire in your heart?" Meng Shichen finally sharpened the cinnabar, and took out the soul blade and made a few strokes on his index finger, "Tell you, I don't have pity for the old witch sect, I just have some admiration." ”

She handed the soul blade in her hand to Song Yu in Tan Jiuling's disbelievable eyes: "You help me poke a hole, I'm afraid of pain, and I can't do it myself." ”

Song Yu hurriedly retracted his shocked face when he heard "a big deal", and took the soul blade to despise Meng Shichen's "cowardice". "As long as your speed is fast enough and the blade is sharp enough, it won't hurt when you go under the knife, and after that, you can't guarantee it."

"Meng Shichen, what do you mean by that! Do you still admire the helmsman of the Wumen? Tan Jiuling looked at her with extremely unfamiliar eyes, and even the lines at the corners of her mouth were cold.

"Haven't I always been like this in your eyes? As a spirit slayer but not firm, this is how you and Yue Yi concluded that I was when we were in Fulongzhuang, so I almost died in Huangquan and didn't make a move, right? ”

Meng Shichen pinched his index finger, which had been cut by Song Yu, squeezed the blood beads that came out into the cinnabar, and then grinded them for a while.

When Song Yu heard her words, her dissatisfaction with Yue Yi rose a lot. On the contrary, Tan Jiuling, who had always been not weak, kept silent, he looked at Meng Shichen, not knowing what to say.

"Isn't that why you sent the dumplings to me? You know I won't make a contract with her easily, but I won't get rid of her easily, right? In that case, why do you bother to hold on to me and Wu Qifeng? ”

Meng Shichen paused, and poured the cinnabar mortar into a small cup with blue and white on a white background. (To be continued.) )