Carry out the tragic female supporting role to the end

Chapter 82
Baidu walked into the brocade hall, which was a courtyard house with red-carved pavilions and pavilions, and large brocade characters rusted on the dark coarse cloth.

Bai Du walked towards the hall master Qi Jin's residence, and just entered the courtyard.

Then I saw a woman standing at the door, dressed in dark red and simple strong clothes, holding a black iron sword in her hand. The scabbard was heavy, but it looked very light in the woman's hand.

The woman's face was deserted, and she was leaning against the pillar outside the door with her eyes closed. When she heard the footsteps, she immediately opened her eyes, suddenly slapped the scabbard with her hand, and drew the sword straight into Bai Du's face like a sharp blade. The stone tile floor was only a few centimeters away from his feet, causing Bai Du to stop.

"Qi Luan, what are you doing! Are you trying to scare me to death so that you can get my body!" Bai Du raised his eyebrows, and smiled sloppily. He looked at the woman with a cold face, half a smile.

"The hall master has gone out on something, and he has nothing to do with you. I just want to tell you, do you want to go with the chief pharmacist to open up the Tiancheng?" Qi Luan ignored Baidu's foolishness, and raised his hand, and the sword flew back. In her hand.

"No food, no money." Bai Du spread out his hands, with a helpless expression on his face, he looked at Qi Luan, bent his lips, "I'm poor, Miss Qi is so rich, why don't you support me with such a good-looking little boy. "

Qi Luan's beautiful eyebrows frowned fiercely. She really didn't like Bai Du's attitude in speaking. In addition to knowing a little more about refining medicine, this person is not a useless spirit root. He can't refine medicine. No matter how much he knows, What about her knowledge of medicinal materials, and she was not motivated at all. She, Qi Luan, hated people like this who didn't work hard even though their talents were not good.

Qi Luan doesn't like this person, but Grandpa Yaoshi likes him very much, which makes her even more confused.

A burst of icy cold air overflowed from her hand, it was the special black color of the ice spirit root, a burst of icicles rushed towards Baidu, but Baidu didn't hide, just looked at her so funny, sure enough those icicles didn't hit Baidu Instead of crossing, it passed by his ear, leaving bursts of cold air.

"At noon the day after tomorrow, at the gate of the city, love will come or not!" Qi Luan threw the sword into the scabbard and grabbed it vigorously, carried Baidu on his back and left, walking with the wind.

After the people left, Baidu put away his playful smile and returned to his residence indifferently.

He has his own residence in Jintang, and he doesn't want to go back to the Bai family, so this place has almost become his permanent residence.

And Jintang is not afraid of the Bai family, so he is naturally willing to stay and work for Qi Jin.

A simple room consists of a bed, a quilt, a table, and a chair.

Baidu took out a few cans of potions from the box and used them directly for the little green snake. These potions are all deep purple, and purple represents the best grade. He didn't care at all how rare these bottles of potions were in the cultivation world, and gave them to the little green snake directly.

After Bai Du fed the little green snake, he put the green snake on the pillow and sat cross-legged on the bed. He pursed his lips. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he felt a hint of spiritual root breath.

When he was seriously injured, the blood in his body was lost, but there was also a scorching heat scalding his bones.

He closed his eyes, and in the darkness, a black and gloomy ball of light stood leisurely. He stretched out his hand to touch it, but a strong coercion directly bounced his hand back, and layers of light on the ball of light Strange characters surround the light cluster.

He frowned slightly. He had seen those characters in ancient books. They were sealing formations. Therefore, his spiritual roots were not waste spiritual roots, but were sealed. Even he himself did not notice it. If he had not experienced it once Death, the spirit root wants to break free, and he may not know that his spirit root is not a waste spirit root.

(End of this chapter)