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When he felt his skin gradually become cold, Xinglian exhaled and stood up.

Drying off the water, she was about to get dressed, when she caught a glimpse of a bird's nest in the back room, motionless on her bed, as if it hadn't changed its position since it jumped on the bed.

"Phantom Kite, aren't you going to fall asleep again?"

Sleep and sleep, don't occupy her place.

Hearing this, the Phantom Kite raised her head, glanced in her direction, and whistled softly.

"Oh, I didn't fall asleep, come down quickly, my bed is not your bird's nest." With a wave of his hand, the shirt as light as a cicada's wings had already slipped onto his body, and with a movement of his slender fingers, a simple knot was tied at the waist.

She took a few steps to pick up the stinky bird that had taken over her nest, but she was caught off guard, and the blue blob that was still lying on the pillow suddenly flickered, and the side of her body turned into a streamer and passed through her palm.

Looking down, a drop of blue liquid in the palm of his hand gradually turned bright red.

"Howling ......" The phantom kite turned slightly, facing her, her wings hanging down, making a bowed gesture, and her beautiful pupils looked at the liquid in her hand.

Xinglian scratched his head, not knowing why.

This is...... What to do? The liquid in the palm of the hand with a little temperature at the beginning, is it its blood?

"What?" It is said that the Phantom Kite is a magical beast that is born with the ability to prevent poison and detoxify, and belongs to the first beast in the defense department. At that time, in the small cabin of the Shengliu Academy, with just a drop of its blood, those poisonous mushrooms could not touch half of the room, so this blood was also quite precious.

What does it mean to her, she doesn't remember that she was poisoned?

Xinglian's dazed appearance seemed to infuriate the Phantom Kite, and her originally low-hanging body suddenly jumped up, swooping down on her body, and pecking hard at the center of her eyebrows.

"Wow...... Pain...... You ......" She hurriedly wanted to hide, and was about to raise her hand to slap off the stinky bird, but she was caught off guard, and in the next second, she grabbed the blue spirit bird fluttering in front of her and stuffed it into the futon resting next to the bed.

"Xing'er."

As she finished her movements, there was already a knock outside the door, and Xinglian made a "don't move" gesture at the bird, and immediately looked up: "Come in, Dad." ”

Along with Qiao Juncheng, there was also Nangong Ru, who had just left.

"Dad, mother, why are you here?" As if Nangong Ru had never been here at all just now, Xing Lian stood up, walked to the table, and poured a glass of water for each of them.

Nangong Ru smiled softly, "Your father has been secretly hiding a Dan furnace, and he still wants to send it to you at night, I advise him to come back tomorrow and not listen." ”

"Dan Furnace?" Xinglian blinked, placing the glass in her hand.

"Hmm." Nangong Ru looked down at the cup that had just been completely overturned to the ground by herself, and it was already broken, her eyes sank, but she covered it quietly, and when she looked up again, she still had a loving face, "I have already ordered someone to send it to your Dan room." ”

Qiao Juncheng didn't speak from beginning to end, but when he picked up the water glass, he gently shook it and spoke lightly. "The tea is a little cold."

His eyes revealed his appreciation for the daughter in front of him who had become a dragon and phoenix in the blink of an eye, and when he said this, he glanced at her intentionally or unintentionally.

It was rumored that the Qiao Xing Alchemy Pill Contest had produced two pills with different properties, poison and antidote, but they were mutually restrictive in just one hour, and although he was pleased, he was not unsuspicious.

Of course, Xinglian understood what he meant, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Really?" With that, he stretched out his hand and stroked it, and the next moment, the teacup in Qiao Juncheng's hand immediately became hot.