"If she loses even one hair, I will kill you."

"Ahem, Master Demon Ancestor, do you like her?"

"This is not something you should ask. Do what you should do."

"Yes, I understand."

Mo Bao threw the man away and left him lying on the ground coughing violently.

After a while, the man got up from the ground again.

"Master Demon Ancestor, please help me resurrect Zhao Yue."

"Shen Langzi, I promise you that I will help you resurrect Zhao Yue when I am completely free from the shackles of the host body."

"Yes, I will do my best to help Lord Demon Ancestor return to his peak as soon as possible."

"Um."

In the Ling Yuan Sect Head Hall, Mo Qiong had been busy all morning and planned to go back to check on Mo Bao's situation.

Mo Bao has a big secret hidden in him, and she must keep a close eye on him.

"Hello, Lord Qiong." When the disciples of Alchemy Peak saw Mo Qiong, they hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

Although Mo Qiong has a new identity, the disciples of Alchemy Peak are still used to calling her this way.

Mo Qiong also likes this very much. Compared with the leader, she prefers the identity of an alchemist.

"No gift, how about Mo Bao?"

"Back to Qiong Danzun, you should be taking a medicinal bath."

Those two words must have made Mo Qiong frown subconsciously, "Is he soaking in the room by himself?"

"Junior sister didn't come out of the room after she entered. She is probably still in the room."

The disciples of Alchemy Peak spoke in lower voices. It seemed not good to spread the word about such an ambiguous thing as a man and a woman living together in the same room for so long, and taking a medicinal bath.

"From now on, you will be responsible for Mo Bao's medicinal bath."

"Yes, disciple, keep this in mind."

"Come with me and have a look."

Mo Qiong brought the disciples from Alchemy Peak to the guest room where Mo Bao lived.

The senior brother of Alchemy Peak rushed forward and knocked on the door.

"Zhenjun Mo Bao, we are going in."

After waiting for a while, there was no response from the room.

"Go in." Mo Qiong said to his senior brother.

"yes."

The eldest brother raised his hand and pushed the door open, then raised his eyes and looked inside.

I saw the little junior sister who was sent to take care of Mo Bao taking a medicinal bath. She was lying on the table and fell asleep. Also sleeping was Mo Bao in the bathtub.

Hearing the footsteps, Mo Bao slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were confused, as if he had just woken up.

"Zhenjun Mo Bao, why did you fall asleep in the bathtub? Let me help you out."

"Oh, thank you."

Mo Bao held his elder brother's hand and was about to get out of the tub, but when he caught a glimpse of Mo Qiong at the door, he retracted into the tub.

"Well, I want to soak in it for a while longer."

This childish action made the senior brother dumbfounded.

"Don't worry, Lord Mo Bao, Lord Qiongdan will not blame you."

"Well, I really didn't mean it. I just fell asleep because I felt so comfortable."

"It's okay, it's okay. I'll take care of you next time, and so is my junior sister. Why did she fall asleep too?"

"She must be too tired."

"Maybe."

Senior Brother Alchemy Peak helped Mo Bao out of the bathtub and went to the inner room to change clothes.

Half an hour later, Mo Bao changed his clothes and came to Mo Qiong coquettishly.

"elder sister."

Mo Bao lowered his head slightly, as if he had done something wrong.

Mo Qiong frowned, but didn't say anything, told him to have a good rest, then turned and left.

The Ling Yuan Sect has completely stabilized, and Feng Wan and Bu Ran are rushing towards the Tian Yuan Sect unhurriedly.

Because there were still a few tasks left to be completed from the Integral Pavilion, and because he was in no hurry to go back, Fengwan hurried on while practicing.

On this day, Feng Wan had just completed the last task of collecting spiritual flowers with Fat Night when he received a message from Feng Qingqing.

Feng Qingqing almost never sends a message to Feng Wan when she is training. Even if something happens, she waits until she returns to the sect.

Because she was afraid that it would affect Feng Wan and cause her to be distracted.

Feng Wan poured spiritual power into the jade slip, and Feng Qingqing's voice came out.

[Buanwan, something happened to Bai Yichen, will you be back soon?]

Feng Qingqing's tone was urgent, which showed that something was not serious.

[Sister, I will be able to return to the sect soon. Don’t worry, I’m here.]

【Yeah, I'll wait for you to come back.】

Feng Qingqing returned immediately, obviously she was always guarding the jade slip.

Tyrant Lion's big golden eyes blinked.

[Buran, if something happens to Chen, why doesn’t Qingqing come to you instead of asking for help? 】

The subtext of Tyrant Lion is that you can't save your prestige.

If it were normal, Bu Ran would definitely take a quick look at the Tyrant Lion's fur, and then straighten his sleeves or something.

But not this time. Instead, there was a trace of worry in his eyes.

Tyrant Lion also realized that the matter was serious. Could it be that what they had been worried about had happened.

Feng Wan and others rushed back to Tianyuan Sect's Holy Sword Peak as quickly as possible.

"Sister, please check on Bai Yichen quickly. He seems to be dying."

Tiantian spun around so fast that he almost fell to the ground with a split.

Qing Zhenjun, it is really too early to say this. He signed a master-servant contract with his master. The fact that he is still alive means that the master is still doing well.

Leader Ling Ze is also there. Bai Yichen is a leader among the younger generation of Tianyuan Sect. Today he sensed something strange about his soul card, so he rushed over immediately.

In Tianyuan Sect, disciples like Feng Wan usually have two soul tablets, one is placed in the head hall of Tianyuan Sect, and the other is placed in the hands of the master or an important person.

Of course, Feng Wan is a special case. Although she has two soul tablets, one is with his master and the other is with Bu Ran. Ling Ze also wants one, but unfortunately there is not enough to share.

When he noticed that there were cracks in Bai Yichen's soul card, and the cracks were getting bigger and bigger, Ling Ze dragged Xingran to the Holy Sword Peak.

He personally checked Bai Yichen's condition, so he became even more worried. In order to make sure that Bai Yichen would be okay, he also asked Xingran for a fortune telling, but Xingran refused.

Xingran told him that there was no need to calculate, Bai Yichen's life should not be cut off, he would definitely turn the danger into safety.

With Xingran's words, Lingze was no longer so anxious.

Feng Wan had already used his spiritual power to check Bai Yichen's whole body. Sure enough, what he was worried about had happened.

Bai Yichen practices ruthless swordsmanship. Now that he is too emotional, his entire cultivation will be destroyed in one day.

It's still good if you just destroy your cultivation. If it's more serious, you'll fall directly.

"Buanwan, what should I do?"

"Sister, let's go over there and talk."

"good."

Feng Wan raised her hand to set up a sound barrier so that their conversation would not be heard by a third person.

"Sister, Bai Yichen likes you." Time was running out, so Feng Wan didn't beat around the bush and told the key point directly.

"Buanwan, I just found out not long ago.

Is he stupid? He knows clearly that he practices ruthless swordsmanship, but he still dares to like me.

This means he is lying down, otherwise I will give him a good beating."

In Feng Qingqing's concept, if a disciple is disobedient, he will be beaten once. If he is still disobedient, he will be beaten a few more times.

The same is true for my junior brother. If you hit it a few times, your love brain will be cured.

"Sister, tell me the truth, do you like Bai Yichen?"

Feng Wan understands Feng Qingqing. Sometimes she is a sharp-tongued person, but when it comes to Bai Yichen, she may be different.
Chapter completed!