Quick Wear: She is the White Moonlight

Yuebai, who was sleeping in her boudoir, was caught off guard by Baihu's message. She sat up lazily, and Shanhu quickly put a pillow under her.

Miao'er stood quietly on the side. Ever since Yuebai and Shanhu had talked about that incident, Shanhu had taken care of almost all the matters around her. Miao'er was more like a guard, so the current situation was like this.

"When will Qi Ji come back?" Yuebai asked Shanhu, because Qi Ji finally became worried about looking after Xuelian by himself, and planned to bring her back after she matured.

"The news we received said that it will probably happen in the next two days," Coral replied.

"Have we prepared everything we need to do?" Yuebai asked while feeling his weak body. Although he was brought back to life, the strength of his soul was simply not compatible with this fragile mortal body. It would be better for him to be a painted monster.

Shanhu thought of their plan and suppressed her excitement: "We have already prepared it."

Yue Bai, feeling relieved, said to Bai Hu, "Control the time and get Xiao Fuci to come quickly. I want to make a grand exit."

Baihu understood that Yuebai's meaning was not to let Xiao Fuci win too easily and not to kill the head of the Xiao family in one go.

Then Baihu watched the two people start to fight fiercely below. In fact, it would be more precise to say that it was Xiao Fuci who was beaten, but fortunately the silver armor he wore today still played some defensive role.

Baihu had no choice but to go up and help Xiao Fuci attract the attention of the Xiao family master so that Xiao Fuci could take his weapon. When Baihu jumped up to scratch the Xiao family master, Xiao Fuci understood and took the opportunity to take back the soft sword.

But they were just ordinary soldiers after all, so even if Xiao Fuci tried his best, he couldn't get close to the head of the Xiao family. The long whip could create distance better than a sword, so every time Xiao Fuci got close, he dodged the attack based on his judgment.

Even so, he had some injuries on his body, but the head of the Xiao family did not gain any benefit, as Xiao Fuci also left wounds on him.

Being able to leave wounds on himself, and using ordinary weapons, the head of the Xiao family was really reluctant to kill Xiao Fuci: "You are better than I thought, but you are too soft-hearted."

Xiao Fuci held the sword across his chest to block the whip and asked, "You and I have never been the same. Didn't you know that a long time ago?"

With his backhand he shook off the whip that was about to wrap around him again. Xiao Fuci knew that he would get tired sooner or later if he continued like this. Even if he got seriously injured, he could not save the life of the head of the Xiao family.

The head of the Xiao family also noticed the same thing, so he chased Xiao Fuci with ease, watching Xiao Fuci dodge while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Wei Yan, who was watching the fight between the father and son, could see that his side was at a disadvantage, but others could not intervene in this kind of game. He knew Baihu and naturally knew the magic of Baihu, so he kept looking at Baihu.

Baihu saw that the head of the Xiao family seemed to have teased Xiao Fuci enough, so he impatiently took away Xiao Fuci's weapon again, raised the black whip in his hand, and was about to kill Xiao Fuci who had fallen to the ground.

"It seems that the Qilin son of the Xiao family is destined to perish today."

Just when everyone was sweating, the white tiger instantly turned into a snow-white sword, and the patterns on the sword seemed to be flashing.

This sword was obviously a divine weapon, and the head of the Xiao family immediately planned to grab it in his own hands, but the sword blocked the attack of the whip and flew directly towards Xiao Fuci.

The moment Xiao Fuci got the White Tiger Sword, he felt no more pain in his body, no more discomfort, and he was back to his best condition.