One Hundred and Eight Ways to Discuss the Villain's Poorness

Meng Guiwen was not tall, even if he didn't lift Yuhe's chin, he could clearly see the injury.

It's just that she pinched Yu He's chin like this, which made Yu He's whole face turn red.

Although the little hand on his chin was weak, it carried an aura that he could not refuse.

"I don't feel pain." Yu He thought for a while, and then said.

As he finished speaking, the little hand that was pinching his chin loosened.

This made Yu He breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, he is also the elder of Meng Guiwen.

It's really unseemly for an elder to have his chin held up like this by a junior.

Meng Guiwen looked at his pink face, and slid his hand across the storage ring.

An exquisite small porcelain jar appeared in her hand.

Seeing that Yu He was about to retreat, she said coldly, "Don't move."

Just two words, imprisoned Yuhe in place.

The tip of Yu He's nose passed a little bit of medicinal fragrance.

Then there was a little coldness on his chin.

Meng Guiwen's fingers touched his chin lightly, obviously just to help him apply the medicine.

But it made Yuhe's legs go weak.

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After the medicine was applied, Meng Guiwen took the plaster and wiped her hands, then grabbed Yu He's hand and pulled her long hair.

"Tie your hair up." Meng Guiwen acted as if nothing had happened, not embarrassed at all.

Long Shu, who leaned against the door and watched the play for a while, finally came to his senses.

It turned out that Yu He wanted to help Meng Guixi tie her hair!

Just tie your hair, why make it so ambiguous?

He also thought that Meng Guiwen had developed feelings for Yuhe these past few days, and he wanted to punish Yuhe on the spot.

It was Yu He who took out a wooden comb from his bosom and combed Meng Guiwen's hair seriously.

It seems that I have to comb them all one by one.

Only then did he gather up his long hair and tie it into a ponytail.

Meng Guiwen handed the jade headband in his hand to Yuhe.

Yu He reached out to take it, and skillfully fixed it on Meng Guiyi's long hair.

After tying up her hair, Meng Guiwen distanced herself from Yu He.

The boy lying on the blanket did not dare to speak.

He didn't know who the person in front of him was.

But they saved themselves, and they are really grateful.

Seeing the boy leaning aside and not speaking, Meng Guiwen's eyes fell on Long Shu.

Long Shu saw Meng Guiyi looking over, and then said: "Go out and wander around, shall we go back?"

"Back." Meng Guiyi nodded.

It was originally to investigate the reason why these trees died. Now that the work has been done, it is natural to go back.

It's just that on the way back now, there is an extra boy.

None of the three asked the boy's name.

The boy didn't say anything either.

He got up and changed his clothes, then cremated the bodies of the dead masters and uncles, and brought back only a few jars of ashes.

As for the remaining ashes, the boy could only bury them on the spot.

He hugged the jar containing his master's ashes, his eyes were swollen from crying, but no one cared about him, and no one persuaded him.

He couldn't think of committing suicide, probably because he had a strong psychological ability to bear it.

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When they teleported out of the underground palace, they were already at the edge of the inner circle.

So it took a few days to reach the periphery.

When you reach the periphery, there are more practitioners.

Casual cultivators, or disciples of various sects.

Although the Green Frost Forest is very large, it is the inner circle and the center that are the biggest.

The periphery is only one-fifth of the Cyan Frost Forest.

But even so, the periphery of the Cyan Frost Forest is also full of dangers for many small sects.

As soon as the four people and one duck came out of the inner circle, they ran into a group of sect disciples head-on.

"The people from the Pure Yang Sect have been in the inner circle for several days, right? Are the things in the inner circle so easy to get?"

"That's right, a golden light suddenly flashed in the inner circle two days ago, and the people from the Pure Yang Sect followed suit."

"There are too many of them, there is no way. This time, we sent 200 people, and the leader is a late-stage Jindan Dao. Tsk, it's a big deal, even the five great immortal sects are nothing more than that."

A dozen disciples turned around from the edge of the woods, and then saw four people.

This startled the dozen or so disciples.

They didn't feel any breath at all.

The leading monk saw a few people, cursed and grinned, and then put on a smile.

"Where are you guys coming from?" The young man in charge looked at the four of them, turned his eyes around, and landed on Long Shu.

Now Long Shu's appearance has not recovered.

So it's convenient to see Long Shu, but he doesn't know him.

The four of them didn't speak.

This made the monk very embarrassed.

Fortunately, someone had sharp eyes and saw the disciple uniform on the young man that belonged to the disciples of the Pure Yang Sect.

"Brother, look, that's a member of the Pure Yang Sect."

When the young monk heard the words, he looked at the young man among the four.

Sure enough, he was a disciple of the Pure Yang Sect.

It's just that this disciple of the Pure Yang Sect, how could he be with the three casual cultivators?

"Little brother, where is your master and brother?" The young monk asked aloud.

The tears that the young man had only held back in the past few days burst out again when he was asked.

"My master, uncle, brother, and the others are all dead." The young man began to cry as he spoke.

When the other party saw the boy crying, he was a cultivator, so he felt sorry for him.

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Meng Guiwen saw the young man being taken away for questioning, he looked around, but there was no good place to lean on.

Just want to sit down on the spot.

It's just that when she sat down, she felt that there seemed to be something under her body.

When she turned her head, she saw the white gauze and his lightly stepping legs.

Meng Guiwen didn't show any politeness to him, and sat directly on Yuhe's feet.

It's better than sitting on the ground.

And can also rely on.

Long Shu took a look at the two of them, walked up to Meng Guiyi's side, and folded his arms around his chest.

One black and one white protect Meng Guiwen on both sides, like two thugs.

The boy may have really held back for too long, and finally someone asked him what he had experienced.

All the grievances and fears these days have been said in one brain.

After finishing speaking, he got up quickly.

"It was the three who saved me. They are my saviors." The boy quickly introduced the three people not far away.

One person's black umbrella slightly blocked everyone's sight, and the other leaned against the man in white with a black umbrella and seemed to close his eyes and rest.

Another man in black looked at them.

And there was a little duck beside the three of them, and the duck was catching insects in the grass beside them.

The cultivation bases of the three are not low, and judging by their attire, they don't look like disciples of immortals or sects.

That should be casual practice.

Just as the young monk was about to step forward to ask the three of them, a strong spiritual force suddenly surged.

Everyone was shocked and looked towards the sky.

I saw a sword light passing by.

A man in blue-gray brocade robes appeared in front of everyone.

The man wears a golden crown on his head and a dazzling array of gold ornaments on his waist, which is extremely luxurious.

More importantly, these sect disciples recognized this person.

This is Huaishan Mountain, the master of Qingyun Peak of Taiqing Gate.

Huai Shan looked at the monk in front of him and smiled slightly.

"Wait a moment, everyone, I still have something to ask." Huai Shan said politely.

Those disciples of the sect nodded their heads repeatedly when they saw how amiable the Venerable of the Great Immortal Sect was.

Let Huaishan take care of himself.

With a swipe of the long sword in Huai Shan's hand, a gust of wind rose from the ground, separating the two sides.

At this time, the other party couldn't see clearly and couldn't hear what Huai Shan said or did.

"You're too slow!" Meng Guiwen leaned on Huaishan's lap and couldn't help complaining.

This is the fourth day.

"Do you think your master and I are free? The letter you sent back, the master read it, and now the five immortal sects are so busy with your words, you have the nerve to say it." Huai Shan said so, but he still felt sorry for himself little apprentice.

It's just that he nodded when he saw that the relationship between his apprentice and Yu He seemed to have improved a lot.