Quick Travel: Cannon fodder, she is beautiful, Lu Ziye

Bai Nuannuan looked at him and said, "So you started to refine the Queen Mother into a demon?"

"That was all her fault!" He Qinghan's face became extremely distorted. "She deliberately summoned Zhao'er to Enshou Palace and poisoned her and the child in her belly with a glass of poisonous wine!"

"If it weren't for that pair of dragons and phoenixes, why would Zhao'er beg me to save them? His own life would have been in vain!"

Bai Nuannuan leaned back, and He Qinghan was in a very wrong mood: "Did you do all this to avenge Concubine Yun?"

"Sister, you are too naive."

He Qinghan chuckled in a low voice, which seemed extremely strange in this cold prison, sending chills all over his body.

Zhao Prison was silent, with only two candles swaying a few times in the gusty wind.

The candlelight flickered on He Qinghan's face, revealing the cruel light flashing in his eyes.

He almost gritted his molars and said angrily every word: "What I want is to exchange their lives for my Zhao'er's life!"

He Qinghan no longer concealed the monstrous murderous intention in his words.

Bai Nuannuan reached out to block the dazzling candlelight and turned away.

There is a forbidden technique in the world of cultivation. Bai Nuannuan only has this impression in his mind. He has to pay a huge price to make the deceased die and share the rest of his life with others.

"As long as I take all their longevity, I can go to Hongmeng with Zhao'er..."

As soon as he thought about it, He Qinghan couldn't help but become weirdly excited, and he couldn't stop the murderous intention in his heart.

Bai Nuannuan felt a chill behind her, as if she noticed the fear in her emotions, and the mark of the life and death contract in her heart suddenly felt hot.

It passed so quickly that Bai Nuannuan thought it was her hallucination.

Although she couldn't see Fu Xianzhi, she could hear his voice clearly because of the life-and-death contract.

Calm and soothing words.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

For some reason, the uneasiness in Bai Nuannuan's heart subsided instantly, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she suddenly asked him one more question: "Where is Concubine Yun's soul now?"

He Qinghan slowly raised his head and suddenly smiled at her, his teeth white, "In my demon-containing pot."

"Now, senior sister, are you willing to help junior brother once?"

He looks really weird. He Qinghan, who has fallen into the demon realm, always has a trace of pure spiritual power flowing in his body.

For a long time, Bai Nuannuan didn't speak again.

Not only He Qinghan, but Fu Xianzhi who was hiding in the dark was also looking at her intently.

Fu Xianzhi's eyebrows were slightly raised, a little confused.

What is she hesitating about?

The wind howled and hit the window lattice with a loud sound.

He Qinghan's patience was about to run out, and he spoke again to increase the temptation: "Mrs. Hou's body is weak, and I am afraid that senior sister, as a medicine cultivator, will not be able to help. What if I am willing to offer the healing Crimson Pearl Grass with both hands?"

Curling her index finger, Bai Nuannuan pinched the embroidered handkerchief in her palm and slowly wiped away the wetness in her palm.

What a coincidence.

Fu Xianzhi once gave her one of this crimson grass.

The long eyelashes like crow feathers blinked, and after Bai Nuannuan made a difficult decision, she said: "Besides, after this matter is over, I want your demon-containing pot."

"Senior sister, what's the point of holding a demon pot?"

With a single thought, countless conjectures flashed through He Qinghan's mind. The careful planning over the years made him unwilling to let things get out of his control.

"The Demon Sheng Pot requires disciples with a cultivation level of Golden Core or above to operate it. Besides, Senior Sister is currently a medicine cultivator..."

"Why talk so much?" Bai Nuannuan showed dissatisfaction and stood up straight away, opening the prison door outwards, "Since we can't reach an agreement, Fifth Junior Brother, please leave."

This voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of polite detachment. It was no longer as gentle and approachable as the soft voice in my memory.

He didn't know whether he was shaken by the call of "Fifth Junior Brother", or whether his childhood memories flashed through his mind, and He Qinghan's mood sank.

"It's all according to what senior sister said."

He echoed, finalizing the decision.

Standing up and bowing, Bai Nuannuan noticed his movement and deliberately turned sideways to avoid his move.

For a moment, He Qinghan felt like a lump in his throat.

It wasn't until the sound of the lock being locked again came from behind that Bai Nuannuan breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as he turned around, he saw Fu Xianzhi sitting firmly on his head.

She was picking through the items specially sent by He Qinghan with a look of impatience on her face.

A divine fire burst out from his fingertips, and he wanted to burn him.

Bai Nuannuan quickly reached out to stop him, and as expected, Fu Xianzhi looked unhappy.

"Now the fifth junior brother wants to blame you for all the troubles. If you are so impulsive and reckless now, aren't you just giving him a handle?"

She moved quickly, and most of her body's strength fell on Fu Xianzhi.

The latter didn't move sideways, but his eyes glanced at her hands that were overlapped with his own in an extremely subtle way.

A feeling of joy unconsciously arose deep in my heart.

After a long while, Fu Xianzhi's face softened slightly, as if he could not bear to compromise: "Shenhuo and I come from this sect, and Xuehu will take care of them."

The implication is that all He Qinghan framed him was slander.

Fu Xianzhi, who had always acted recklessly and disdained explanations, didn't know where he went wrong this time.

When Fu Xianzhi hid his breath in the dark just now, he didn't want her to misunderstand him as he did at Wuliangya last time.

After saying that, Fu Xianzhi raised his eyes and looked at her.

But Bai Nuannuan didn't think so much about him, and echoed like a voice: "Yes, yes, yes, it's all the fault of the fifth junior brother. Our senior brother is the best person."

Fu Xianzhi's long eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and there was some strong dissatisfaction in his words: "He Qinghan's bad words and deeds are nothing to be ashamed of."

It's really strange, the Demon Lord has begun to dislike people's shame?

Bai Nuannuan was surprised in her heart, but she changed the title with familiarity: "It's all He Qinghan's fault, our senior brother is..."

Before he could finish his words, a cold knuckle touched his lips that were a little dry as he spoke.

His breath was very close, and the faint fragrance always lingered on the tip of her nose, the distance was ambiguous.

"You and I don't have to be polite."

Fu Xianzhi probably knew that he looked good, so he kept coaxing her to change her words: "Be good, don't make me angry."

His eyes were slightly dark, with a hint of calm danger.

"...Fu Xianzhi."

"I'll take you away."

*

Early the next morning, the sky was bright.

The official who was responsible for escorting Princess Anqing to the Zhongwu Gate was looking confused.

The companion who was traveling with him did not forget to remind him: "Wash your face later, and don't let adults see your dirty look."

After rounding a corner, the entire prison fell silent.

"Princess Anqing..."

The official rubbed his eyes in disbelief, his face full of shock.