Abandoned Daughter from a Noble Family: Poison to the World

The little Taoist nun's shiny black hair was tied into a bun with a wooden hairpin, and she was not wearing a Taoist hat.

"As for Taoist Mei, she doesn't go out much on weekdays, and we seldom see her. However, the temple leader has a good relationship with Taoist Mei. I saw Taoist Mei several times, and he and the temple leader were at the top of the Taoist temple. Drinking on the platform.”

Su Wanqing sent the little Taoist nun away and lay on the mat in the wing room, playing with scorpions.

Xiao Zi was chubby and waved a pair of majestic pliers in the air, trying to make Su Wanqing happy.

Su Wanqing's eyes and ears are clear now. After the internal strength is increased, he can hear in all directions. There is no one around at the moment, and the footsteps of the little Taoist nun are disappearing one after another.

"Xiao Zi, I think the children of other families know how their parents are together, why not my family?"

Su Wanqing's index finger pressed against Xiao Zi's pliers.

"Su Bai killed my own mother, and now I find that I can't get along with my adoptive mother who raised me. Back then, Wu Tuyue had the opportunity to send me back to the Shuntian Marquis Mansion, but she didn't."

Su Wanqing thought of Ping Yi's warning and Lin Shengbing's use of the Silver Dragon Spine to treat the sequelae of the bloodbath. She touched the poison lines on her right forearm, and there were already two poison lines there.

The more poisonous patterns there are, the stronger the skill, but the backlash suffered is doubled. Things acquired lazily the day after tomorrow are destined to pay a high price.

"The poisonous snake on Su Yaoqin's body is not a birthmark, but a tattoo from Yaowang Valley. What does the poisonous scorpion on my arm count?"

In the past few days, Su Wanqing read through Qianji Pavilion's books on the Poison Sect Kung Fu, and discovered that Lin Shengbing's method of draining human blood to heal himself was called transplanting flowers and grafting trees, fattening the blood bag first, and then using other people's essence. God sustains himself.

Su Wanqing was worried that he would be regarded as the blood bag.

She also didn't understand why Wu Tuyue didn't work as a good Saint of the Poison Sect back then and ran down the mountain to become a beggar.

Su Wanqing guessed that the matter was related to the two treasures, Silver Dragon Spine and Turtle Back, but she couldn't figure out how Wu Tuyue fell out with Wu Xingtian, who had been playing well since childhood.

"Everything has a reason, why can't I find my past?"

Su Wanqing always felt that everything around him was covered with a layer of gauze due to rebirth, making it vague and unreal.

It's hard to believe that I'm actually alive.

It’s hard to believe that the people around you are really devoted to you.

"I always feel that the things and people around me are all fake, but I can't say this to them. Sometimes my words don't sound nice, and they will be unhappy when they hear them, and maybe they will also hate me."

Su Wanqing is really sensitive. She is afraid of all changes and breaking the balance she has worked so hard to maintain, but she is also tired of being the same.

She changed, and all the established rules and relationships around her would change. She didn't know how Wu Tuyue viewed her adopted daughter.

"Yang Yuwen was so kind to Lin Shengbing, but he was bitten back by Lin Shengbing's white-eyed wolf, and even put his own life into the emotional hole. I really want to have a deep and sincere relationship, even if it's not a romantic relationship. I feel good about female love and just friendship between friends.”

Su Wanqing wanted the motherly love from Wu Tuyue, but she was afraid of the bloody and cold reality.

"Xiao Zi, since you are the poison sect's holy object, you should be able to find the smell of poison on Mei Zhoulu. Good boy, take me to find her."