Chapter 149: The Devil is Scary
Hearing crooked saying that even if there was only one man left in the world, she would not want him, Han Bai pointed at her with a trembling finger, his eyes were very aggrieved, with faint tears: "You, why do you say such things again." Me, my heart hurts. β
Such a Han Bai made Crooked feel ruthless, and directly diverted the topic: "Uncle Shi, how is his injury?"
Yan Shaoyong said crookedly: "I can't see anything from the pulse alone." Then he turned to Hanbai, "Can you show me your wounds?" β
Han Bai was about to pull his clothes apart, stopped, and deliberately glanced at him: "You avoided treating me just now, shouldn't you avoid it?"
Turning around crookedly, his back to Han Bai: "Hmph, it seems that I want to look like it." β
So Han Bai opened his shirt and showed Yan Shaoyong his wounds. The surface of the wound had been temporarily sealed by him with a spell to prevent the blood from flowing. If it is an ordinary injury, it can be repaired as long as he uses a little immortal method. But this time, because it hurt the lifeblood of the heart, it was not a moment to get better.
Yan Shaoyong glanced at the incision and said, "It looks like the scar caused by the sharp knife directly piercing it, is it a piercing heart? Who is so ruthless?"
Crooked stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, even though she did it unconsciously.
Xia Zitong stared straight at Han Bai's sturdy body, and sighed: "Young, it's so good!"
Han Bai hurriedly gathered his shirt and smiled awkwardly at Old Lady Xia. Xia Zitong was worthy of being a spicy and bold heroine when she was young, and now she is no less than she was back then, laughed out loud, and said, "Is the dragon god shy?"
The corners of his crooked eyes trembled slightly, and he muttered in his heart: Grandma, is this teasing Han Bai?
Yan Shaoyong's eyes widened: "Senior sister, are you stimulated and your brain is not clear?"
Xia Zitong's face was gloomy and glared at Yan Shaoyong: "What are you talking about." I'm trying to help Crooked find a place. β
This time the eyes widened crookedly: "Grandma, I'm already ......"
Xia Zitong interrupted her: "I know what you want to say. But I still want to advise you to choose carefully while you are young. Don't be like me, who decided at a glance and followed him all his life, only to find out in the end that he and I are not from the same world at all. You say, how miserable. β
stepped forward crookedly and held Xia Zitong's hand: "Grandma, I'm sorry, it's all my fault." β
Xia Zitong shook his head: "Silly child, what stupid things to say, how can I blame you." Blame me for finding the wrong person in the first place, so that you and your mother suffered and suffered. β
Infinite courage and strength rose in her crooked heart, and even if the whole world turned its back on her, she knew that there would be someone who would love her consistently. That's enough.
Xia Zitong hugged Crooked and patted her back.
In an instant, Han Bai was in a trance. He had never been hugged like this, and he wished that his mother was not dead, that he could hug him, pat him, and grow up with him. And crooked is also such a wish, she just hopes that her mother can be by her side, that's all.
This longing can only be understood by a child who has lost his mother.
Han Bai suddenly pursed his mouth and said in a coquettish tone: "Grandma, I want to hug me too." β
"Hahaha, okay!" Xia Zitong let go of the crooked and opened his arms to Han Bai. Like a child, Han Bai ran over and leaned into the embrace. Xia Zitong has a reassuring smell on his body, like a warm summer sun driving away the cold of winter.
Crooked and annoyed, he tugged on Han Bai's back: "You nasty ghost, don't rob my grandma with me." β
Han Bai let go of Xia Zitong, squinted his eyes and slanted crookedly: "Stingy!"
Yan Shaoyong looked at them and raised a warm smile like an old father. It's been a long time since his house has been so lively. Walked out, went to the pharmacy and took two small porcelain bottles back, and handed them to Han Bai: "This is the Heart Pill and the Yang Yuan Pill, take two pills each day." I will only heal people and not gods, you can eat first, talk is better than nothing, maybe it will be useful. β
Han Bai nodded, poured out two of each and swallowed them, and then put the medicine into the sleeve of his robe.
He leaned over to Yan Shaoyong with a crooked smile: "Uncle Shi, what about mine." β
"You come with me, see what you want?" Yan Shaoyong took Crooked to the pharmacy, and looked at the dazzling array of medicines, his eyes were glazed: "Uncle Shi, just give me some wound medicine, both internal and external." β
So Yan Shaoyong gave crooked gold sore medicine, Yangyuan Dan and blood clotting pills, crooked stuffed the medicine into the baggage, and thanked Yan Shaoyong with satisfaction.
Finally there was no one around, Xia Zitong whispered to Han Bai: "I have been cultivating in Xuanyuan Immortal Mountain in the South China Sea for many years, and I have heard many legends of dragons, but I have never seen them. If I can see who you really are, then I will die without regrets. β
"Grandma's words are serious, but it's just a trivial matter. Before the voice fell, Han Bai turned into a dragon's body, and the black dragon coiled and filled the entire room, which was truly spectacular.
Xia Zitong's eyes were wide open, and he stared at the dragon in front of him with bated breath, and his heart stopped for a moment.
Han Bai turned back into a human form again, and showed his face to Xia Zitong: "How, didn't you be scared." β
Xia Zitong suddenly came back to his senses, opened his mouth to Han Bai, but did not make a sound, and paused for a moment before saying, "You, do you really like our crooked family?"
Han Bai nodded: "This heart can be seen by the sun and the moon." β
"You don't dislike her as a demon?"
"Don't dislike it. β
"Great. Xia Zitong smiled knowingly, "Then I'll tell you a secret to pursuing a woman - stalking and unswerving, do you understand?"
Han Bai bloomed with a smile like a flower: "Little god understands." β
At this moment, Crooked walked in, saw the two of them handing each other a meaningful smile, felt that something was wrong, looked at them left and right, and said, "What are you saying behind my back?"
Han Bai blinked: "Guess!"
"I don't guess. He pouted crookedly.
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They chatted, had a light meal, and passed the afternoon until nightfall. When he walked out of Yan's house, Yan Shaoyong was still a little worried: "You really don't need me to go with you?"
Crooked gave Yan Shaoyong a comforting smile: "No, it's enough for Uncle Shi to help me take care of my grandma." β
After speaking, Crooked and Han Bai walked one after the other, heading towards the palace. Crookedly familiar with the way, he led Han Bai to a remote place and climbed directly over the high wall. Then I walked briskly to Qingluan Villa. Qingluan Villa was originally a cold palace, and few people would come. In addition, after the news of ghosts spread, it became even more uninhabited.
After the two jumped into the Qingluan Villa, Han Bai couldn't help but ask, "You haven't said your 'ghost' idea yet?"
He winked at Han Bai crookedly, and went straight into the house, shouting as he walked around: "Concubine Xuan, Aunt Xuan, eldest sister......"
Crookedly changing tricks and shouting, Han Bai crossed his arms and watched coldly, frowning and said, "You are called a soul!"
"How do you know. The corners of his lips curled crookedly.
Suddenly, a gloomy wind blew, and a miserable white figure stuck to Han Bai's back. Han Bai felt that the hairs on his back stood on end, and he turned back suddenly, only to find that there was nothing. When he turned around, he let out a scream. A miserable white face was only an inch away from him, staring straight at him. He was about to make a move, but was stopped crookedly: "It's a good friend, don't hurt her." β
Han Bai withdrew his hand and threw off his sleeves: "You really have a lot of friends." Supposedly, shouldn't exorcists subdue demons and exorcise demons, why are you still friends with demons and monsters? β
Tilted his head: "Really? But demons are also good demons." β
The white shadow retracted its hideous face and floated back. Crooked walked over to her and whispered something to her. In the end, the female ghost said, "It's up to you." β
"What did you say?"
The crooked god said mysteriously: "You'll know in a moment." β
Then she led Han Bai, opened the door of Qingluan Villa, and swaggered out. Han Bai was puzzled: "Why did you sneak over the wall just now, and now you are so swaggering, aren't you looking for a fight?"
"Yes. "Said crookedly.
Han Bai was dumbfounded: "Are you pulling me to die with you?" you said you ......" Before he finished speaking, Han Bai found that a patrol of Praetorian Guards had approached, and he hurriedly pulled the crooked to the corner of the wall and hid it.
Crookedly shook him off and rushed out without saying anything. Han Bai's jaw was about to fall to the ground. However, this is not the end of the story. Crookedly rushed out, shouting at the Praetorian Guard, "Assassins!
After shouting, he ran back to Han Bai's side, grabbed Han Bai, who was still in shock, and ran away.
Behind him were the Janissaries in hot pursuit, shouting, "Assassins, stop!"
At this time, Han Bai said miserably in his heart: I regret it, I don't care if she lives or dies, I want to go homeββ!
Crooked introduced the Praetorian Guards into the Qingluan Villa. The Praetorian Guards were so angry that they didn't have time to see anywhere, and by the time they realized it was too late, the door slammed shut. They retreated to the door and pulled desperately, but they couldn't pull it open. The wind was blowing, the shadows of the trees were swaying, the sound of branches and leaves rubbing against each other rustled, and the atmosphere was extremely strange.
They looked at each other in horror and trembled incessantly.
"Listen, I heard that Qingluan Villa is haunted, no, it can't be true. β
"What do you say?" a white figure appeared among them, screaming and slumping to the ground in fright.
"Hell, hell!"
Concubine Xuan's ghost laughed wickedly, and the laughter was chilling: "Say! Where is Chu Yunxuan! I'm going to kill him, a negative man." β
"I, we don't know. I don't know. β
"I don't know?" Concubine Xuan stretched out her hand and grabbed the man's throat violently, lifting him off the ground, "If you don't say it, if you don't say it, I'll let you die." β
"Chu, Chu, the king is no longer in the palace. β
"He escaped that night, and we almost caught up with him, but he escaped. β
"Queen Mother, no, Her Majesty is mad and has sent people to look for her. No, don't kill us, please. β
Looking at this situation, Han Bai realized the crooked so-called "ghost" idea and let out a long sigh.
After getting the answer he wanted, he nodded crookedly to Concubine Xuan, and Concubine Xuan let go and opened the door. A group of people stumbled out.
crooked into the house, took the bag he had left behind, stuffed it into his arms, and then walked out to say goodbye to Concubine Xuan.
The night is dark, everything is unknown, not even the road ahead.