The fierce little girl talked endlessly, and her mouth was like a river, and she couldn't stop at all.

How infatuated Tianjun is, how spicy the fairy grass chicken is, and later the fairy grass chicken raised the hero-like Tianjun into a soft and cute little milk dog, Balabala's ......

She kept Amway, and she didn't stop until both of them promised to go and see it.

The old sweeper was sprayed by her saliva, and as soon as she stopped, she immediately said that she was going to, and ran away with a roll.

Qingyan saw him rolling on the ground and wanted to ask the dean what was going on with the old man.

Turning his head, the dean was stunned.

I didn't expect the dean to be so funny.

Qingyan covered her mouth and snickered, and Ge Ge Ge laughed obscenely.

When the dean heard the voice, an unnatural look flashed in his eyes.

He rubbed his chin and reached out with his hands behind his back, his waist straight, and turned to look at her.

He kept such a straight face and didn't speak, and in an instant, a sense of majesty came out.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn and solemn.

Qingyan didn't dare to sit in front of him, so he quickly stood up, gave up the position of the boss, retreated to the corner, and bowed down grovely.

The dean sat back in the first place, only to realize that they had unknowingly switched positions.

When did this girl come to the top?

Or rather, when did he give up his position at the top.

The dean didn't want to think deeply, but because Uncle Shi was here, he should have been humble.

"Elder Qingyan, do you know what's wrong?" A deep voice, full of majesty.

Qingyan sighed in his heart, and hurriedly said: "I know it's wrong, I shouldn't have robbed you of your place, I shouldn't have drunk your tea, and I shouldn't recommend any unserious scripts to you." ”

She thought it was because she was reading miscellaneous books, and the dean was angry.

After admitting her mistake, she couldn't help but add, "But that script is really good-looking, are you sure you don't want to read it?" ”

The dean stared at the top of her head, angry and laughing.

"I said that you stinky girl who is greedy for life and afraid of death, don't you have the ability to do it? I even want a new disciple to block the soul bell for you! ”

Qingyan was stunned, it turned out that he was talking about this.

The dean couldn't speak clearly, which startled her, and she muttered to herself.

"It's wrong, it's not that I want him to block, it's him who rushed up by himself, he still thinks he is a tragic hero, in fact, I can pinch the old woman to death with one hand."

Qingyan bragged while opening his eyes weakly.

The wind saved her life, and she took it to heart.

"I heard Elder Zhuang say, thanks to my disciple's great fortune, I am afraid that ordinary people have already disappeared."

After so long, every time I think about it now, Qingyan still feels scared for a while.

If he died, she didn't know what life would become.

Her house will definitely turn into a garbage dump anyway!

"Dean, is the Dementor Bell really so powerful?"

Otherwise, she would be lying down, and it could have turned out worse.

The dean pointed to the Dementor Bell she had brought, the bell rusted and mottled, and even though the owner was dead, the aura of darkness was still wrapped around her.

"This is not an ordinary soul bell, its owner's cultivation should also be unusual, and in a hurry, he is even trying to use his cultivation to capture the enemy's seven spirits, of course it is powerful." Dean explained.

It turns out that it can not only deceive souls, but also capture souls.

Qingyan subconsciously took a few steps back, away from the dirty and rotten bell.

"No wonder, as soon as it faced the wind, it immediately vomited blood."

The dean heard her description, and another knife shot at her.

seems to blame her for not being responsible and unworthy of being a master.

"I didn't expect him to be so selfless, and I tried my best to treat him afterwards, and it cost me more than 100 buckwheat teeth at once, and then hundreds of buckwheat ...... a day" she babbled.

"What did you say!" The dean turned to look at her.

Qingyan saw the dean's eyes widen, realized that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly waved his hand.

"Hehe, no, I'm talking nonsense, I've been feeling cold lately, my brain is dizzy, and I'm talking nonsense...... Dean, don't believe it. ”

"Qingyan, how much have you been hiding from this hospital?"

Hundreds of buckwheat teeth, Rao is something he has never seen before.

The dean felt that he should not change his face if he heard any more fantasies at this time.

Qingyan hooked his back and shrunk his neck, just smirked.

The dean saw her cowardly and scared look, as if he was bullying her, and he didn't say anything.

Besides, she is Uncle Shi's family, and if she lets Uncle Shi know, she will have to make a fuss again.

It would be good if there were so many buckwheat.

At the beginning, she was reluctant to give her ten buckwheat teeth, but now she asked her for it, and the dean couldn't pull her face.

He hesitated to speak, and a head stuck out of his head.

The old man went and returned, reminding Qingyan to find the ancient books with the method of going back and take them away for him.

Oh, and the way to go back, he wants it too.

The dean bit his mouth, and the senior uncle spoke first, and he was an elder, so he could only endure it.

Alas, after Uncle Shi saw it, it was useless for him, and it was not too late to take it again.

The old man left, Qingyan was about to go back, and the dean called her.

"Qingyan, that bucktooth?"

"I understand, tomorrow let the disciple send ten grains, uh, no, it's a hundred, a hundred buckwheat teeth to the dean, and ask the dean to keep Qingyan secret, so as not to ......"

Others have asked me for it, just like you.

"Hmm." The dean agreed, and looked at her again in the middle of a laugh.

"What about the dew flower mushroom?"

"I'll go, of course I'll go." The green tobacco skin does not smile.

She is just an insignificant little Linshan elder, she depends on her for everything, and she is embarrassed to say it.

Even if it's thankless, it's going to cost you a life.

As soon as Qingyan turned around, his smiling face was gone.

She should hurry back and see how the little apprentice is doing.

After waking up from the wind, Li Luohan brought him some porridge, and after eating, he fell asleep again.

Li Luohan saw that his little face was flushed, and he slept deeply, and he was completely fine, and he didn't think too much, so he went to the library pavilion.

It's not a few months before the Winter Clothes Festival, and he has to hurry up to read the exercises and write down his experience.

As soon as Qingyan entered the room and saw that the bed was empty, he was about to call someone, but when he turned around, he found him shivering in the corner.

"From the wind?" She helped the man to his feet and was startled when she saw his face.

The originally handsome person looked like a dead body that had just been brought out of the freezer, his face was frighteningly white, and even his hands were like popsicles.

Because it was so cold, the whole person was shivering, and his teeth were chattering.

Feeling someone coming, I struggled to open my eyes from the wind.

"Master?"

"How so?"

Qingyan was at a loss, grabbed the futon and wrapped him, and shouted loudly.

The man leaning against the corner hugged him tightly, his gaze wandering.

Qingyan wrapped him tightly with the quilt, and his body suddenly shook, his eyes widened, and he kept kicking the quilt.

"Hot! Hot! It's hot! ”

Not only did he kick the quilt, but he also pulled the clothes off his body.

The single clothes on his body were quickly torn off, and he didn't stop pulling his hands after tearing them, and he kept pulling them at his heart.

The nails scratch the skin out of streaks of blood.

The red blood kept coming out, shocking.

Qingyan pressed him all over, not letting his two hands touch him.

From the wind completely lost his mind, scarlet eyes, and grabbed whatever he touched.

There was pain in his back, Qingyan gritted his teeth, broke his hand with all his might, reached into one leg, and finally stepped on one of his hands with his foot, able to control him a little, and then reached out to reach out to his forehead.

Sure enough, I had a fever.

What's wrong with hot and cold?

At this time, Zhuang Lao, Lan Shen and others rushed over, pulled up the two hands that were trampled by Qingyan, and helped him to the couch.

"The pulse is steady and powerful, and I can't judge it for a while." Zhuang Lao took his pulse.

"The dean said that it was not an ordinary soul bell, and the old woman was vicious, and she wanted to take the seven souls of people at that time, and I was worried that the wind would ......"

"What will be?"

"Will turn into a fool."

Qingyan expressed the worry in her heart.