"You!" Si Chen didn't expect her to be so sharp-tongued, so angry that he didn't answer for a while.

On the contrary, it was Song Qingwan next to her who opened her mouth first.

"Senior sister, why are you so obsessed? What kind of cultivation do you have, what kind of cultivation does the master respect, except for evil magic, how can you compare to the master! ”

"Senior sister, you better surrender quickly, admit your mistake to Shizun, Shizun will definitely not blame you!"

"What, admit your mistake and give you the Frost Sword? You're doing a good job. ”

"Senior sister, I didn't mean that...... You misunderstood me, I just wanted to help you. ”

"Okay, Qingwan, you don't have to talk to her anymore." Si Chen put his arm around Song Qingwan and comforted, "The defensive array needs a steady stream of spiritual power, even if she uses evil arts, she is only a tenth-level Qi cultivator, and she can't last too long, we just need to wait patiently." ”

Although he didn't feel anything wrong in the formation, except for the evil arts, it was impossible for Jiang Linyao to block his attack.

"But ......"

"It's nothing, Jiang Linyao's cultivation of evil arts should have been punished heavily, you don't have to feel guilty."

After speaking, Si Chen gently pulled her aside, "I'll send you back to rest first, I'll bring the Frost Sword for you." ”

That appearance was very different from when he threatened Jiang Linyao before.

Even if he already knew about Si Chen's eccentricity, seeing it with his own eyes now still made Jiang Linyao's heart sour.

It's obviously something she got with her strength, but she has to let it go because of these reasons that she can't get on the stage.

Even because she got what should have belonged to her, the master she had respected and worshipped for several years was going to take her life.

She suddenly felt a little grateful for the tragic experience in her previous life, if it weren't for those experiences, Jiang Linyao, who was once innocent and simple, really couldn't bear this fact.

Fortunately, she is no longer the same person she used to be.

Jiang Linyao took a deep breath, sat down on the bed, and lay down on her side.

"Shut up when you're done, don't make me sleep."

As he spoke, he lowered the curtain beside the bed.

The bed curtain was pale blue, light gauze material, which could only cover her face.

Her movements could be faintly seen through the curtain of the bed.

When the two of them were treated like this, their faces suddenly turned blue and white.

Especially Si Chen, he was angry today.

He couldn't figure out why the eldest disciple who was usually respectful to him suddenly became like this.

But he couldn't catch her, so he could only suffer from it.

If he hadn't known the depth of this evil art, he would have broken the formation with brute force a long time ago!

Song Qingwan couldn't stand it for the first time, she tugged at Si Chen's sleeve pitifully, and choked up: "Master, senior sister, she is too much, how can she be like this......"

"Don't worry, even if she cultivates evil arts, she is not my opponent, she can't leave today."

It's just a mortal who hasn't built a foundation, let alone a Jiang Linyao, even if there are a hundred Jiang Linyao today, they are not his opponents!

When her spiritual power is exhausted, it will be her time of death!

Anyway, he had time to spend with her.

*

The moment she just lay down, Jiang Linyao immediately entered the consciousness space.

When she arrived, the little dragon cub was sitting on the bed with two little short legs crossed, his eyes closed, and layers of fine sweat broke out on his forehead.

The silk thread had now become as thick as a wrist, tied to the dragon horn of the little dragon cub, and Jiang Linyao was worried that the dragon horn would not be able to bear it.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the little dragon cub opened his eyes a slit, looked at it with great effort, and instantly opened his eyes wide after seeing the comer, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

"Mom!"

"Cub, you've worked hard." Jiang Linyao held the little dragon cub in her arms distressedly and touched his head.

"No hard work, no hard work."