Fast-traveling female supporting role: There is no limit to fancy flirting with men

Chapter 245: The Wind and Clouds of Cultivation Wastewood (9)

Qingcheng's eyes were straightened, "Invisibility!"

"Third brother, thank you! This is the watch I gave you, it can accurately time the time! Two years later, I will definitely go to Misty Sect to find you." Qingcheng took out the Rolex watch and put it on the table, no matter whether he heard it or not, He yelled aloud.

The brilliance flashed.The watch disappeared from the table.

"Miss, who are you talking to?" Tweety came back sweating profusely.

"Tweety, why did you come back now? What's the matter with your sweaty head?" Qingcheng sniffed her nose suspiciously, it seemed to smell like blood.

"It's okay. Miss, I asked where the third young master lives?"

Qingcheng yanked off her collar, why does it look like there are welts on her body?
"Say, what's going on?" Qingcheng's face turned cold.

"Miss, I asked Hua'er about the third young master, and Qin'er heard about it. She complained to the young lady."

"and then?"

"Miss rewarded me with ten whips."

"Why did she hit you?" Qingcheng was a little confused and was just asking for information.

"Miss has liked Third Young Master since she was a child..."

"No need to say any more, I have recorded this grudge for you. Come here, I will give you medicine."

"Miss, go find the third young master quickly, he will leave tomorrow." Cui'er was anxious.

"Look what those are!" Qingcheng pointed to the table.

Tweety took a closer look, there were a few quaint books, and a few shining spirit stones, "This..."

"Third brother has already been here, and he gave me these things! Look at the Xiao in my hand, it can attract a hundred ghosts! From now on, we will walk sideways in Yuefu, and no one will dare to mess with us. Don't worry. .”

When Cui'er heard this, her body suddenly softened, and Qingcheng quickly grabbed her arm.

"Miss, you are too good. The third young master can handle it, and Tweety is convinced."

"Stop talking, I'll give you some medicine, and then I'll cook you something delicious, Tweety, from now on, you can eat delicious and spicy food with me, miss."

"kindness!"

Qingcheng gave Cui'er medicine and went to the woodshed to make some fish soup for her.

The two of them went to bed with a full stomach and slept with their legs crossed.

"Miss, the medicine given by the third young master must be a magic medicine, why does the wound feel like it doesn't hurt anymore, and it's still a little itchy."

"That is, who is the third brother, a 20-year-old genius in the foundation period!" Qingcheng couldn't help but twitched his lips when thinking of Yueying.

"Oh my God, that's amazing. I heard that monks above the Foundation Establishment stage can live at least three hundred years, which is equivalent to three lifetimes for us ordinary people."

"Tweety, don't worry. Miss doesn't dare to say anything else, but at least it can keep you alive for three lifetimes, do you believe it?"

"I believe it!" Tweety replied without hesitation, "With the protection of the third young master, it is possible to live five lives, not to mention three."

Qingcheng curled her lips, the little girl in her feelings didn't believe in herself, but the third young master.

The two chatted for a while and fell asleep.

"Qingcheng... Qingcheng..."

Qingcheng slept until midnight, and seemed to hear someone calling her in a daze.

"Little Ding Dong, is that you?" Qing Cheng was so excited that she sat up and shouted!

"Miss! What happened?" Cui'er woke up in fright and sat up.

Qingcheng reacted quickly, closed her eyes immediately, fell down again, and snored.

"It seems that Miss is dreaming..." Tweety muttered, then lay down and fell asleep again.

"Little Ding Dong, I thought you were dead." Qingcheng was so happy.

"Although he's not dead, he's almost there." Tinker Bell said leisurely.

"What's wrong?"

"That's the powerful supernatural power of the transformation stage. I escaped after burning most of my spirit body. Now I'm very weak. I guess we'll have to stay in this world for a while."

"Then how long will it take you to recover?"

"At least three, five hundred years."

"What if the enemy finds out?"

"Don't worry. I'll hide it. This is a high-level plane, you should pay attention to safety, and you must be patient when you encounter problems, understand? I will contact you later."

"Okay." Qingcheng nodded obediently.

(End of this chapter)