Qinghui's body quickly improved, and seeing this, the Qing family saw this and allowed the warlock to take Qinghui away.

I usually keep in touch with my family.

This time it was because Qinghui's master said that Qinghui's time to learn art here had arrived, and there was a letter from home, Sheng Moyuan, the young son of the prime minister's family, who was sick all the year round, seemed to be entangled in something and had been asleep, and wanted her to come back to see, so she was the object of the marriage contract.

It was also Qinghui who hit the road like this.

And the one who followed the original owner was the youngest son of the original owner's master, Zhou Zilin, who was usually arrogant and indulgent, and he didn't put her as a senior sister in his eyes, and the relationship between the two was not very good, but I heard that Qinghui was going to return to the imperial capital of Tianqing Kingdom, Emperor Tiancheng.

This man quietly followed behind Qinghui and insisted on following here.

Seeing that he was about to arrive at the place, Qinghui naturally couldn't let Zhou Zilin go back alone.

Then I met this arrogant demonic spirit.

Immediately after that, Lord Spirit Sword, who was even more arrogant than this demonic spirit, came here.

Zhou Zilin knew that these strange things existed in these worlds, but he never thought that Qinghui's power would be so strong.

He had never seen a warlock slash such a powerful demonic qi with a single sword.

And Qinghui looks exquisite, in fact, he is not the kind of heroic type that boys like nowadays.

She looked thin and elegant, with a dusty fairy aura, and when that immortal-like face appeared in the black mist, in addition to dust, it also brought an inexplicable amazing aura.

The moment people see it, they forget everything in front of them, and they can only see her face.

Zhou Zilin's white neck still had black fingerprints pinched out by something, and his body trembled with fright, trembling slightly.

Although Zhou Zilin is Qinghui's nominal junior brother, because he is not very suitable for being a warlock, Qinghui's master taught him a lot of techniques, but his ability is still very weak.

Unable to contact the shallow coffee, the 'Little Overlord' didn't intend to pay attention to the crying guy, and turned around and walked in the direction of the city.

A pair of big eyes are lazy, and the original coldness is mixed with a trace of lazy vitality, and the whole person feels different from before.

Zhou Zilin was still waiting for Qinghui to come up to help him, and when he saw that Qinghui ignored him and turned to leave, he hurriedly got up and followed.

"Senior sister, senior sister, you wait for me."

The original owner was embarrassed to let Zhou Zilin go back at this time, but Qinghui was embarrassed.

Qinghui turned his head to look at Zhou Zilin, wearing a white robe, with an immortal aura, and then said lightly, "You go back, don't follow me." ”

As soon as Zhou Zilin heard this, his eyes were instantly covered with a layer of crystal, "You forgot that it was my mother who saved you......"

It's noisy.

Qinghui had a white and soft face, and suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Zhou Zilin's neckline.

Zhou Zilin was frightened.

It seems that in the past, when Zhou Zilin bullied the original owner and made the original owner endure it, he said that Qinghui's life was saved by his mother.

But I'm sorry, it's useless for you to tell Lord Lingjian about this, Lord Lingjian doesn't eat you.

One more word, and I will beat you up directly.

But you're a scumbag weaker than Luo Bei, and I'm really not interested in beating you, and maybe if I go down with this fist, you have to die.

"You also know that the master saved it?" Qinghui said lightly.