"Ahem~ What did you say?" Wan Qingping swallowed back the words that he almost blurted out on the spot, because he had already noticed the woman's expression.

The secret that can make this woman hesitate when her brother is about to die, hiss, it must be very extraordinary, Wan Qingping immediately judged after a little thought in his heart.

He Xiaolan did not repeat what he had just said again, but lowered his head and stood there quietly, his emaciated body like a small flower swaying in the wind, as if he was thinking about something.

After a moment, when the woman lifted her delicate face again, her hesitant look disappeared completely, and even the shyness that appeared on her face in the past was gone, replaced by an unusually firm expression: "Senior agreed?"

"Oh, let's talk about it, if it's appropriate, I naturally won't stand by and watch!" Wan Qingping's mung bean eyes turned quickly, and then said like this, his meaning can also be understood in reverse, if the conditions can't make him excited, he will naturally watch from the wall. As for the conditions He Xiaolan said a few days ago such as being a cow and a horse, being a slave and a maid, don't mention it, just a woman, even if she looks good, the seam in the middle of the crotch is not a gold and silver inlaid color, and he is not qualified to intervene at the cost.

He Xiaolan's bright eyes looked at Wan Qingping, and then a trace of pride and solemnity appeared on his face, and then he said word by word: "Junior...... He is a descendant of the Wu Clan, with the blood of a barbarian god!" After saying this, He Xiaolan immediately lowered his head and waited for Wan Qingping to fall.

What, the descendants of the Wu clan, the bloodline of the barbarian gods, these words were immediately like a mountain hammer, and they hit Wan Qingping's heart fiercely, and he couldn't help but rub his ears, for fear that Fang Cai's He Xiaolan's words were just a mistake for a while.

But when he saw that although He Xiaolan lowered his head, his petite body was faintly a little defensive, Wan Qingping realized that this was not a dream, so he instantly gasped, and a ray of light burst out in his eyes, as if he was looking at a rare treasure, and scorched at this quiet woman who had lived in his cave for a year.

Wan Qingping had read the classics for nearly a year, and at this time, he was no longer the Wandaohai monk who had just teleported over and didn't know anything about the Jiuli tribe, the descendant of the Wu clan, and he knew very well what the bloodline of the barbarian god meant.

According to the classics, the Jiuli tribe from the Gu master to the ordinary people, every time there is a heavy festival, the barbarian god who must burn incense and burn paper to worship piously, that is, the statue of the human snake body that I saw on the Jiushan Mountain, is not a mythical figure made up by the fools out of thin air, but a great supernatural monk who crisscrossed the Jiuli region in ancient times, and really created the Jiuli tribe's Gu master one-line cultivation system, it is precisely because of this person's great contribution to the Jiuli people that he is respected as the enlightened patriarch by the three major branches of the Jiuli tribe, and has been worshipped from generation to generation, and is admired by thousands of people。

According to some of the remaining myths and legends of the Jiuli tribe, this great supernatural monk is not a person of the Jiuli tribe, the origin is very mysterious, in that distant era, this person once claimed to be a witch when he was in the limelight, as for what the witch is, no one knows, but according to some of the magical powers that this person has revealed, the witch has an obvious characteristic, that is, the witch always appears in human form on weekdays, but when fighting, it can change the image of the human beast body, which is very different from people, and some people faintly guess that the real body of the witch is not a human form, and the form that changes during the battle is the real body of the witch, as for whether this guess is true or false, there is no evidence。

And after the ascension from the barbarian god ancestor, the Jiuli tribe has never appeared or heard of the legend of the witch, the witch is like when it appeared, although it is only a glimpse, but in this short period of time, it left the heaviest stroke on the picture scroll of the Jiuli tribe for thousands of years, and then disappeared mysteriously.

Wan Qingping's mind was as fast as a horse to emerge about the legend of the witch, pondered for a long time, and then barely calmed down the sudden fluctuating state of mind, and then looked around He Xiaolan left and right like a circle, and looked at it for a while, but unfortunately this woman is still the same image as before, even if the appearance is outstanding, but it is almost too much with the image of the imaginary witch.

His eyes rolled, Wan Qingping didn't know what to think, only to see him quickly stretch out his hand, pinch it lightly on He Xiaolan's fragrant shoulder, and then retract it like lightning, like a scene of blind people molesting little beauties in the ordinary.

"You girl, you shouldn't be deceiving me, right?" Seeing that He Xiaolan didn't react, Wan Qingping immediately frowned, and then said cautiously, although he was puzzled, he didn't dare to treat this woman as an ordinary low-level Gu master anymore, and even claimed to have become me, not Lord Ben or something.

He Xiaolan heard Wan Qingping's words full of suspicion, and he understood his thoughts very well, and it was not surprising that although the Jiuli tribe left some legends about witches, but since the barbarian gods, no one has ever seen witches, and he is so ordinary, and the powerful witches in the classics are really too far away.

As if in order to prove that what he said was true, He Xiaolan immediately pulled his shirt silently, as if he wanted to untie his clothes.

Wan Qingping has seen a lot of women, so naturally he will not have any pedantic thoughts of being rude and disdainful, and he feels that this woman will not do these boring actions in this situation, although he does not believe that this woman is a witch, but before the matter is clear, he always has a fear of the mysterious witch in his heart, and immediately took two steps back without moving, widening the distance between him and He Xiaolan.

As the lower Shinluo skirt completely faded, a pair of white and tender thighs appeared in the eyes, and then the woman opened her mouth again, and a mysterious spell floated out of it with the alternation of the upper and lower jaws, and the tone and frustration were very different from today's Jiuli language, accompanied by the girl's sweet voice, this spell seemed to have an indescribable barbaric atmosphere, breaking through the sky from ancient times, and had a unique charm that cleansed people's hearts.

Along with the spell, Wan Qingping's eyes gradually blurred, and he couldn't say that he would be completely immersed in this endless wilderness in the next moment, but unfortunately, an amazing scene appeared next, interrupting his intoxication, only to see a hazy black mist gradually appear on the girl's white legs, the black mist changed with the spell into a wisp of state, constantly drilling in and out of it, and the legs were also violently twisted and deformed with such changes, when the black gas completely disappeared, the legs were gone, no, not disappeared, but turned into a snake tail, human snake body, the girl raised her head and looked at Wan Qingping calmly, her bright eyes and white teeth looked very solemn at this moment。

"The image of the barbarian god...... This... This..."Wan Qingping's pupils shrank suddenly, and then his upper and lower lips stammered uncontrollably, but he was stunned on the spot, this is clearly exactly the same as the image of the barbarian god that the Jiuli tribe has sacrificed for generations!

Just when Wan Qingping came back to his senses, rubbed his eyes, and wanted to take a step forward and observe this myth that had disappeared for thousands of years more closely, but the girl didn't give him a chance, the black light flashed suddenly, and the image of the barbarian god collapsed after persisting for less than a dozen breaths, and changed back into a human form.

Seeing He Xiaolan's actions, Wan Qingping seemed to be frightened, and couldn't help but take a step back again, but when he stood half a foot away, Wan Qingping immediately realized that he had just missed the cowardice, which was likely to be unfavorable to the next negotiations.

But after all, he was a person who had seen the wind and waves, and calmed down a little, so he slowly spoke: "Although your girl can transform into a human snake body, like the image of the legendary barbarian god, but the descendants of the barbarian god have never seen the world since the barbarian god ancestor ascended, how can this be explained?"

He Xiaolan didn't seem to have Wan Qingping's timidity, and after a little thought, he said: "Senior Wan, this matter is a long story, can the senior first expel the toxins in the body for the junior brother, and then the junior will tell the senior in detail?"

Wan Qingping thought about it for a while to know why He Xiaolan was like this, because today is the third day of the poison, seeing that the sun is about to set, if He Xiaoyan is not treated, he will soon die. If He Xiaoyan is not dead on weekdays, he has nothing to do with his own money, but now his life and death involve a big secret that shocks the sky, if he really hangs up like this, what else will he use to persecute He Xiaolan?

So Wan Qingping agreed very boldly, and if he expelled the toxin once, He Xiaoyan would be able to live for five more days, not afraid that He Xiaolan would regret it, and now Wan Qingping finally reacted, even if He Xiaolan, this little girl, is really a descendant of the witch clan and a barbarian god, but this only means that she may become a powerful person in the future, but now...... Hehe, Uncle Wan is an authentic monk in the late stage of foundation building, pinching her to death is like pinching an ant to death, since she has now fallen into the palm of her hand, is it rubbing or pinching, is it not up to herself? Thinking of this, Wan Qingping's face immediately showed a smile.

The two soon came to He Xiaoyan's bed, at this time he was still unconscious, but the poisonous spots on his face were already dense, and even these ghost things appeared on his neck, He Xiaolan's originally calm and delicate face immediately became nervous at this moment: "Senior ......?"

Wan Qingping waved his hand and stopped He Xiaolan's next words: "How to remove the poison of this seven-bearded worm, you say, I'll do it!" The language was very concise, because Wan Qingping was also afraid that He Xiaoyan would not be able to support it, and he would hang up the next moment.

"Seniors can infuse mana into the "Divine Hall" and "Governor Yu"!" He Xiaolan replied quickly.

Wan Qingping nodded, "Hey!" After the shouting, I saw that his palms reached the two acupuncture points of He Xiaoyan's "Shentang" and "Du Yu" like lightning, and then urged the mana to infuse his inner body with an endless momentum.

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