The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

Youxue nodded, raised her snake tail and pointed at Zi'an's bleeding finger.

Zi'an followed the White Snake's movements and lowered his eyes. When he saw the blood stains on his light blue gown, he loosened his hands, looked at the blood stains on his nails, and smiled bitterly. It seemed that he would be tortured by this shadow for the rest of his life.

He took a deep breath, looked at Youxue on the table, and said in a gentle voice: "Little White Snake, you are so smart, so can you help me watch these people? I'm going to go out for a while."

Youxue shook her head without hesitation. Her master had asked her to protect the young Zi'an.

Seeing this, Zian's eyes flashed.

"Did it Sister Linglong who asked you to protect me closely?" Zi'an asked tentatively.

As he expected, the little white snake on the table nodded.

Zi'an pursed his lips and said, "Then, can you wake up the people on the ground? Then, we can go out together." He stepped forward and raised his hand, wanting to touch the little white snake on the table.

But looking at his shaking hands, he knew that this was impossible. Zi'an sighed silently, lowered his hands and looked at the harmless little white snake on the table.

Knowing that Zi'an was afraid of his current appearance, the little body retreated a distance, nodded its snake head, turned around, and swam towards the people lying on the ground.

Seeing this, Zi'an was amazed inwardly, thinking that Sister Linglong was truly worthy of her name, even her pet was so smart.

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Lousha Palace.

Linglong set up the last layer of the formation above the plum garden. As soon as she landed, she stumbled.

Chen Bei, who had just finished teaching Lin Jun the martial arts, was shocked when he saw this and stepped forward quickly: "Master, are you okay?"

The warm breeze blew gently, and the hair brushed against the back of Chen Bei's hand with her delicate movements.

Linglong steadied herself and raised her hand to stop Chen Bei who was trying to support her: "Nothing, do you have any wine?"

Chen Bei stopped what he was doing and replied respectfully, "Master, yes, we have flower wine and fruit wine."

When he saw Linglong for the first time, he knew that his master didn't like others to get close to him, so he didn't care about it.

Linglong looked at the red plum blossoms that were about to wither behind her and said calmly, "Take the strongest one."

"Yes, master."

In her previous life, when her supernatural powers were still at a low level, whenever she was injured, she would seal her acupoints or use alcohol to paralyze herself.

Since this body is sensitive, she wants to give it a try.

He raised his hand and looked at his slightly trembling palm.

I am still too weak. Just these three simple formations have actually used up all the true energy in my dantian.

"Master, the wine is here."

Linglong turned around and looked at Chen Bei holding two wine jars on the jade tray. She reached out to pick up one of the jars and uncorked it. The rich aroma of wine and the scent of flowers wafted into her nose.

He lifted the wine jug and tilted his head back, and the light pink liquid flowed into his mouth. Some of the wine overflowed from the corners of his lips, flowed down along his smooth jawline, and then sank into his white lapel.

Chen Bei suddenly came back to his senses and quickly lowered his eyes. How could he stare at his master so rudely?

Linglong put down her hand and said calmly: "Go and check who is trying to assassinate my...brother in the southeast of Jiyang City! There is a body in black in the maple forest. There should be clues. Take them with you."

"Yes, master."

Chen Bei responded respectfully, placed the tray in his hand on the big rock under the plum tree, and stepped back.

Although the wine was not strong, the pain in Linglong's Dantian was slightly alleviated under the anesthesia of the wine.

The white clothes, the red plum blossoms and the warm breeze make the exquisite back look so lonely and arrogant.

……

When Linglong returned to the inn, she did not see Zi'an. Thinking that with Youxue there, Zi'an would be fine, she changed back into women's clothes, planned to go into the space to take a bath, and then go look for him.

But before she could move, she sensed Youxue's breath, so she gave up the idea, walked to the table, picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea and drank it.

I didn’t expect that after changing my body, my alcohol tolerance would decrease.

There was a sound of the door being pushed open. Linglong put down the teacup and turned her head to look at the door.

Zi'an was in a very miserable state at this moment.

His clothes were disheveled, his forehead was red, and the blood and dirt on his knees were so glaring.

Seeing this, Linglong felt cold all over, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she slowly walked towards Zi'an.

Zi'an didn't expect Linglong to come back so soon. He rushed back as fast as he could, but he was still too late.

But after the panic, all Zian was left with was sadness, heartache, and uneasiness.

Linglong not only smells of alcohol, but also has a faint scent of powder hidden underneath.

"How did it become like this?"

In her mind, Linglong also asked Youxue the same question.

Youxue, who had just swam onto the tent, had not yet responded.

The young man at the door took a step forward, quickly closed the door, pulled off the mask on his face, and walked closer to Linglong.

With tears in his stubborn almond eyes, he looked up at the woman standing still in front of him, "Sister Linglong, Zi'an is in so much pain."

Linglong's expression did not change, but she moved faster than she spoke and reached out to hold Zi'an's wrist. Before she took his pulse, she saw a small purse in Zi'an's palm.

After taking a glance at the simple purse, Linglong calmed down and took his pulse.

Seeing this, Youxue didn't say anything more, but just briefly talked about An Shaonan's current condition.

"Master, the boy's knee is injured and bleeding a lot."

Linglong responded to Youxue while taking her pulse, "Well, Youxue, help me find some books in the Space Alchemy Pavilion that Zi'an can use to learn medical skills."

Zi'an's poison began to stir. If he was not with the boy in the future, he could use his medical skills to protect himself.

"Okay, master." After the voice fell, the scent of Youxue disappeared from the room.

He pulled the boy onto the couch, half-knelt in front of him, and was about to reach out to help him check his legs when he suddenly remembered the topic of skin-to-skin contact. He put down his hand, stood up, took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve and handed it to the boy.

"I'll ask Xiao Er Niang to fetch some water for you to take a bath. You can take care of the wound on your knee yourself."

Seeing that the young man was just staring at her in a daze and didn't reach out to take it, her delicate eyebrows slightly frowned.

Just as he was about to put the ointment on the table, the boy spoke.

"Sister Linglong, this is for you."

Zi'an took the porcelain bottle from Linglong's hand, put it on the table, and then handed the purse in his hand to Linglong.

Looking at the purse Zi'an handed over, she finally reached out for it.

When she pinched the round object inside, she glanced at the boy, then raised her other hand, opened the purse, and poured out a half-red and half-pink thing that looked like a gooseberry.

He pinched something in his palm with his fingertips, turned his eyes to the boy and asked, "What is this?"

When Zi'an heard this, his eyes sparkled and his voice softened, "This is the fruit I picked for Sister Linglong. Sister Linglong, please try it and see if it tastes good."

Looking at the young man's eyes full of pleading, Linglong finally raised her hand, opened her mouth and ate the fruit.

"Master, don't eat..."

Youxue, who had just come out of space, sensed this scene with her spiritual consciousness and was instantly horrified.

But it was too late. As soon as its delicate teeth bit through the peel, the flesh and juice slid down its throat.

Linglong Yu frowned slightly: "Youxue, what did Zian give me to eat?"