Not long after the Holy Order, the Yulin Army surrounded the entire Qingde Hall and rushed into the inner courtyard, pointing the spearhead at Qianwu and the little beggar.

Seeing this, Qianwu glanced at the little beggar very worriedly, and thought to himself.

How so? She was obviously not what the little beggar said, and everyone saw her too..... Yes, illusions!

It must be..... Someone has played a charm trick in this courtyard, so that everyone will not know her senses and think that she is a monster!

Presumably, that monster should be snickering at her in the dark at this time!

I thought again, this charm technique needs to consume true qi, if she goes out of the courtyard, even if the cultivation of the monster is high, it is impossible to "charm" the entire palace, and then someone will be able to see that she is not a monster!

Can.....

She looked at the flooded courtyard. Looking at this situation, she definitely couldn't get out of this courtyard.

I looked at the restless little beggar on the side again, what should I do? What to do?

"With me here, I won't let anything happen to you." The little beggar looked at her, and one hand was already reaching for the Wind Breaker.

He's going to take her hard!

"No, you can't have an accident. I have a way, I know how to break this hex! Chigo immediately grabbed his arm and stopped him.

She couldn't let him get into danger, and besides, with so many Yulin troops, the little beggar couldn't rush out with her at all.

Chigo turned around and argued for himself, "I'm not a demon!" There is a monster in the palace who has played a spell of charm, and all you see are illusions, and I am not a monster at all! ”

He walked to the crowd of dodging again: "Since I am a goddess, then I can break this illusion." At that time, everyone will naturally know whether I am a demon or not! ”

The corners of Jing Shu's mouth hooked, and she secretly rejoiced: "Is this going to use the immortal method?" Hmph~, it's too much to breathe. ”

Using the immortal method in front of so many people, she is still asking for her own death.

Mortals are ignorant and think that she is a demon and that she is a fairy, so what's the use! It is useless for her to do more, on the contrary, it will make people think that she is an anomaly!

Seeing that everyone was still afraid of her, Chigo raised her wrist and clenched her fist.

She..... If you can't use the immortal method, then you can only ..... With fairy blood!

Qianwu's heart twitched, oops, I really can't bear to do it myself~~.

~~~~(>_<)~~~~

She raised her left hand, and stretched out two fingers of her right hand, ready to cut through the palm of her hand, and with her blood, break the charm.

She has the Red Heart Fire, which is a rare pure fire in the Three Realms, which can refine all things; And her pure heart fire is nourished by blood, and her blood can also break the evil and dispel the charm, which will definitely help mortals clear their minds and distinguish right from wrong.

"What are you going to do?" The little beggar watched her movements and seemed to guess something.

Qianwu's mouth tightened, smiled again, looked at him and said, "It's okay."

As he spoke, his fingers lightly touched his palm, and a coolness seeped out, and he hurriedly sipped his fingers, raised his hand and crossed the little beggar's lips, and blurted out: "This can't be wasted!" ”

The little beggar looked at her stunned, and wiped a finger of blood across his lips.

And the slight coolness of the fingertips actually aroused a surge in his heart.

Can't be wasted? He raised his hand and touched his lower lip, and took another sip of his lower lip, and on the tip of his tongue, a burst of coolness swept through his body in an instant, and it was like a fire in an instant.

The Qianwu in front of him also returned to normal in an instant, and he himself, it seems, there is also an indescribable subtle change.

Chigo was very happy to see that the little beggar already knew her, and she raised her hand and sprinkled the blood into the air.

In an instant, the enchanting aura hidden in mid-air was revealed, and it slowly dissipated.

Chigo looked at his own cut palm again, there was still blood gushing, and clenched his fist.

Open it again, and the blood is gone, not even the wound.

The little beggar looked at her in surprise and sighed in his heart: "Is she really a fairy!" ”