Chapter 214 A fairy can become a demon34
Qinglan stood beside her bed, her expression gloomy.
The little girl was lying on the bed in a big shape, sleeping inconspicuously, with one foot still pressed against the quilt.
He gently positioned her body so that her head rested on the soft pillow.
During this process, she accidentally touched the bell on her ankle, and Qinglan paused slightly.
Holding the little girl's jade-white ankle, he untied the bell's seal with a casual touch of his fingers, and then used magic to change her into clean clothes.
After doing all this quietly, he covered her with a quilt and sat on the edge of the bed with his eyelids lowered, feeling an eerie silence. After staring at the little girl's delicate and soft white face for a long time, he stretched out his index finger and tapped her delicate nose.
Ah Wu, be good...
At this time, within the territory of the Demon Clan.
Manzhushahua spreads endlessly, and except for the enchanting red, no other color can catch the eye. In a sea of fiery red flowers on the other side, there is a pavilion.
The man in black in the pavilion was holding a wine flask and drinking wine alone. His lips were as red as blood, and there was a slight frown between his eyebrows, which seemed a bit strange.
At this time, a demon subordinate hurried over: "Tell the envoy Zuo that there is the whereabouts of the princess!"
The man in black stopped drinking. He looked lazily at his subordinates outside the pavilion, with an evil and sycophant curve at the corner of his mouth.
"Oh? Where is that person now?"
"The princess once appeared in Xuanye Forest and interacted with the disciples of Tianji Pavilion."
After listening, he raised his head and drank another mouthful of wine. When he raised his eyes, his eyes were filled with darkness.
"Stand back."
"Yes."
Mo Yan raised the wine bottle and shook it. His long black hair was spread behind him, messy and casual, carrying a fatal temptation and danger.
As if he thought of something interesting, he raised the corners of his lips and chuckled.
Holding the wine bottle, he stood up slightly swaying, his eyes seemed clear and yet blurred.
After walking out of the pavilion, looking at the red flowers in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to pick one with a smile, and suddenly broke the stem with force, and a creepy murmur escaped from his red lips and teeth.
"Manzhu Shahua, crossing the Yellow Spring, is most suitable for burial..."
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Lingshu Peak.
Qingwu, who had rested for a few days, took out the Xuanling Fruit from the storage space while Qinglan was away.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, she looked at the small red fruit and didn't know how to eat it.
It is mentioned in the medicine books that Xuanling Fruit should be combined with other medicinal materials to make a pill for consumption, but the success rate is somewhat low. There is only one Xuanling Fruit, once the refining fails...
Otherwise, just chew it.
However, for the sake of her own life, after thinking about it, Qingwu got out of bed and ran to the library. After browsing some books, she was sure that this thing could be eaten raw.
I feel more at ease.
After returning to the room, Qingwu closed the doors and windows tightly, took out the Xuanling Fruit and opened it to chew.
Hmm...it's sour and sweet, and the taste is okay.
As the pulp enters the abdomen, the body begins to burn.
The demonic energy in his body suddenly became violent and was suppressed by the power of Xuanling Fruit within a short time. However, the demonic energy seemed to be stimulated and wanted to come out again unwilling to be outdone.
Repeatedly experiencing explosions and suppression, Qingwu's body endured unspeakable pain.
She covered her extremely painful chest with both hands, and sweat broke out on her forehead. She gritted her teeth and did not scream in pain.
Her forehead was also very hot. She didn't see that the imprint of the flower on the other side was emitting a faint red light, but she felt that a little devilish energy was slowly leaking out of her body.
Qingwu quickly suppressed the demonic energy.
When my eyes were dizzy from the pain and I was almost fainting, there were two knocks on the door, regular and gentle.
She looked up, her consciousness clearer.
Master... why did you come back early?
The room was quiet, and Qinglan couldn't help but call out softly: "Awu?"
No response.
He felt strange, his fingers touched the delicate wooden door, and he tried to push it open.
Qing Wu was startled, pinched himself hard, and pretended to be like when he just woke up: "Master, I'm so sleepy, please don't make any noise..."
She tried her best to hide it, but the pain was unbearable and her voice could not help but tremble.
There was no movement outside the door, and she didn't know if Master had left, but she couldn't think about it now.
The door was suddenly opened.
Qing Wu, who was curled up on the bed, raised his eyes with difficulty.
Before she fell into coma, she saw a familiar white figure appear at the door...
(End of chapter)