The whole sect is full of villains, but the junior sister has a hole in her brain

At the same time, Chao Zhao, who was "resting" in the room, was lying on the bed with his legs crossed, holding the Xuantian Order, with inspiration and passion flowing out.

Flowing butterflies flew out from her hair and lingered around her, acting as a supporting actor with all their heart.

Zhao Zhao: "How about this one?"

Liu Huandie: "It's a stroke of genius, you are worthy of being an adult!"

Chao Zhao: "I have another idea!"

Liu Huandie: "Your Excellency is truly the reincarnation of Wenquxing! The most wonderful thing in the world must be reading your writings!"

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It was so angry in Chao Zhao's mind that it was obviously unwilling to be outdone, but it was afraid that if it spoke, it would interrupt Chao Zhao's train of thought, so it kept holding it in.

Zhao Zhao: “Hehe.”

She was happily strengthening their Xianyu Sect, but she had no idea what was happening in her second senior brother's eyes outside the house, which was only separated by a wall.

Not only was he unable to clean it up, he also had to keep smiling and send the content posted by his junior sister to the hot topic of Xuantian Ling.

By the way, he sent it to his master and fellow disciples first.

——We can’t let his eyes alone suffer.

......

When night fell, Chao Zhao was urgently summoned to Rong Jizhi's room.

"Third Senior Brother!"

She rushed in, and without waiting for anyone else in the room to speak, she walked around Rong Jizhi as if she knew the place well, and then held his wrist tightly.

Ji Wushe: “…”

His face darkened for a moment, "What are you doing?"

"Didn't they say that Third Senior Brother is ill? Chao Zhao is treating him."

Zhao Zhao blinked innocently, and while speaking, he did not forget to lift Rong Jizhi's wrist, "Look, the flames on Third Brother's meridians have subsided."

Ji Wushe stared silently at the boiling blood in Rong Ji's body. With a slight twitch of his lips, he explained, "I have suppressed it once before. Now I just need to repeat it once more and it won't relapse tonight."

Rong Jizhi also nodded. He loosened his grip but Chao Zhao refused to let go. Helplessly, he said, "Don't worry, Junior Sister. It's okay."

"That won't work."

Chao Zhao said with a serious face, "Third Senior Brother was so weak last time. If it happens again, won't I have to tie you up tomorrow?"

"...That's not necessary."

Rong Jizhi's face darkened.

Even if Chao Zhao was willing, he would not agree.

"Anyway." Chao Zhao took a deep breath, met Ji Wushe's gaze and spoke seriously, "Third Senior Brother's life is also his life. It's okay for Chao Zhao to just hold his hand!"

Ji Wushe didn't say anything.

Lou Fuyue spoke up for her: "Master, since it's Third Junior Brother who's being tortured, just follow Junior Sister."

"Second Brother, Chao Zhao will never torture Third Brother!"

Chao Zhao pouted in dissatisfaction.

Ji Wushe on the side and Wen Qingyan, who had been acting as a background, both silently shifted their gazes to her.

Thanks to Chao Zhao's words, Xianyu Sect is now completely famous in Jianhua Immortal Sect.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became silent.

Zhao Zhao opened her confused almond-shaped eyes and looked around at her master and brothers angrily: "...Why don't you speak?"

Lou Fuyue gave an awkward but polite smile: "It's not that Master and the senior brothers won't reply to you, but we believe that silence is golden."

"Humph!"

Chao Zhao shook Rong Jizhi's hand and said with a chuckle, "Third Brother, I'm hungry. Can you accompany me to the cafeteria to see if there are any duck legs left? Don't worry, you can eat as much as you want in front of me!"

Rong Jizhi: “…?”

Is this the beginning?

Under the gaze of the other three, Rong Ji was dragged away by Chao Zhaosheng with a look of despair on his face.

Lou Fuyue stroked his chin and muttered to himself, "I suddenly envy my third junior brother. If Chao Zhao knew my situation--"

Ji Wushe glanced at him and said, "You are using this problem that you hate so much as a tool to win favor?"

"Master, you are joking." Lou Fuyue smiled, but her eyes were filled with a sinister coldness. "I, who would care about this matter, have already been buried in that valley."

......

Chao Zhao happily pulled Rong Jizhi out of the house. As soon as they walked out of the Xianyu Sect’s base and turned a corner, they saw a group of people lying on the wall and trees.

Fan Lian, Wen Xueqing, Tong Xiaosheng and a group of... spectators.

She stared at the strange postures of those people, with shock in her eyes: "You..."

Fanlian jumped down from the tree first, straightened her messy skirt and coughed: "I, I'm just passing by!"

Zhao Zhao: “…”

Did you pass by the tree?

Wen Xueqing also stammered: "Ah, I, I'm lost!"

She seemed to have finally found a reason, and she used this reason to say seriously, "You know, the headquarters of Haomiao Mountain is nearby."

Zhao Zhao: “…”

There are two mountains between Haomiao Mountain and Xianyu Sect, so they are really "nearby".

"Heh." Tong Xiaosheng waved his folding fan, on which were two large characters "Eight Gossips". Compared with the panic of Fan Lian and Wen Xueqing, he was much calmer.

"Senior Sister Chao Zhao, I'm here to give you some spirit stones."

"oh?!"

Chao Zhao immediately became excited and pulled Rong Jizhi over, "Ten thousand spirit stones, no more, no less!"

Tong Xiaosheng held the Qiankun bag filled with spiritual stones and said, "Don't worry, Senior Sister. It's just right, not too much or too little."

Chao Zhao weighed the Qiankun bag containing 10,000 high-quality spirit stones, and smiled widely, not forgetting to take advantage of the bargain: "...Your business won't last long. How come you don't understand the ways of the world?"

"..."

It's better than you coming up and extorting ten thousand spirit stones from me.

Tong Xiaosheng maintained his professionalism and said nothing. He looked down and saw Chao Zhao holding Rong Jizhi's wrist. His eyes sparkled, "Senior Sister Chao Zhao, what are you doing?"

Rong Jizhi looked directly at Chao Zhao.

He wanted to see how serious his junior sister's illness was.

"You mean this?"

Chao Zhao waved his hand in front of the crowd of onlookers and said, "It's just a personal hobby. Are you curious about this? If you ask me again, I'll charge you."

Tong Xiaosheng: “…”

With a smile on his face, he stepped back away from Chao Zhao who had fallen into the money pit.

Suddenly, a loud 'bang' was heard among the crowd of onlookers!

"Hiss, Fellow Daoist Fanlian?"

Wen Xueqing looked at the lush and verdant tree next to him in shock. As the sound was heard, branches and leaves fluttered and scattered all over the ground, also falling onto the Fanlian standing under the tree.

At this moment, the thick tree trunk was dented by Fanlian's life-saving magic weapon, the Fanyinqin.

Fan Lian's face was slightly distorted, and he was obviously very angry. He even forgot his usual dignified demeanor as the Young Palace Master.

She pointed at Zhao Zhao's hand and said angrily: "No, I won't allow it!"