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Miao Shan tilted her head and smiled, then let go of Qing Huan's collar, Qing Huan began to sink again, she hurriedly splashed a large splash of water, and choked a few saliva: "Miao Shan!..."

"You can't order me, young master. I only obey the sect master." Miao Shan picked her up again, Qing Huan hugged Miao Shan in a panic, and coughed crazily.

"I said you don't want to go, so you can't go, otherwise, you will regret it." Miao Shan swam to the shore with Qinghuan in his arms, and went ashore with her arms, "It's almost time, get ready to go to the main island to meet the sect master. "

"You are so presumptuous, do you regard me as the young master?" Qing Huan coughed out the last mouthful of water, her face was already very pale.

"You...you'd better be polite to me," Miao Shan leaned closer to Qing Huan, licked her ear with the tip of her tongue, and blew warm and moist air, which made Qing Huan's whole body instantly covered with goose skin Liao, "Aren't you afraid that I'll trick you, huh?"

"Miaoshan, you are wearing a layer of hypocrisy." Qing Huan pushed her away, picked up the black robe on the shore and put it on, "You are just like him, you have a brain problem."

"Don't worry, if you stay with us for a long time, your brain will soon go wrong." Miao Shan smiled with his eyes narrowed.

Qing Huan hurriedly put on her clothes and left without looking back.

By the time they packed up and arrived at the main island, the sky had gradually darkened.Wen Jinglei set up a table of sumptuous delicacies for Qing Huan, he looked ruddy and radiant, the unhappiness in the morning seemed to have been swept away, and he was only busy greeting Qing Huan to take a seat.

"Come on, Yuluo, I ordered them to make delicious food, come and taste."

"..." Qing Huan frowned and looked around, wondering if it was her illusion, she always felt that there was a bloody smell lingering in this hall.

"How are you doing today? Do you like it here?" Wen Jinglei asked with a smile.

"Drink a lot of water." Qing Huan glanced at Miao Shan who was standing aside.

"I already mentioned you to the hall masters of Raging Fire Banner and Aurora Banner this afternoon, and everyone in Burning Heaven Clan will know about you in a few days. But it's not enough for them to know you. It's inevitable that some people will not accept you. Your position in Burning Heaven Clan is still not enough. Solid. So there are some changes in the plan. I know that you have just returned to the East China Sea and you need to rest for a while. Well, you should also know that there is a lot of chaos in the Luanhua Valley. I am already ready to attack the Luanhua Valley. After half a month, I I will hand over the Blazing Fire Banner to you, and you will take them to occupy the Scattered Flower Valley. After that, the Scattered Flower Valley will be given to you, and you can do whatever you want.”

Qing Huan frowned, and asked: "Where is the owner of Luanhua Valley now?"

"Junqiao, the spies report back, she and Nanyang and the others went back to the north for punishment. But the film of a girl who has lost her power is not worth mentioning."

"She... went back to the north with Master for punishment..." Qing Huan stared blankly and muttered to herself.

"Speaking of Nan Yang, didn't you always want to save her?" Wen Jinglei took out a simple bronze key and threw it to Miao Shan next to him, "Go, get Nan Yang and the young master's mother Gu."

Miao Shan hurriedly took the key and left.After a while, a jar came over, Wen Jinglei took the jar, picked out a thumb-long black Gu worm from inside with two fingers, squeezed it to death instantly in front of Qing Huan, the juice in the worm's belly Flow down his fingers non-stop.

"Relaxed? I have already fulfilled what I promised you, and you can also settle down and help me take care of the Burning Heaven Clan. In this way, after a hundred years, I can rest assured that I will hand over the Burning Heaven Clan to you." Wen Jinglei handed over the dead Gu Chong threw it aside, Ah Qi handed him a handkerchief, and he took it and slowly wiped his hands clean.

Qing Huan looked at Miao Shan, and Miao Shan nodded towards her, only then did she feel a big stone in her heart fall to the ground.

After dinner, Miao Shan sent Qing Huan back to the bedroom, and left by herself.

Sitting on the bed, Qing Huan lost her mind for a while, and suddenly remembered that she had put the kit in the drawer in the morning, hurriedly found the drawer, took out the kit, held it in her hands very rare, and stroked it.

Suddenly a maid knocked on the door: "Young master?"

Sighing lightly, she put the kit under the pillow: "Come in."

The maid came in with a long wooden box in her hand, carefully placed it on the table, and said, "This is what the door master ordered to bring it to the young master."

Qing Huan stood up suspiciously and walked towards the long wooden box, touched its surface, the carved concave pattern on the surface of the box was filled with a lot of dust, it looked like it had been left unused for many years, and it couldn't be wiped clean.She unlocked the brass clasp and opened the wooden box.

There was a picture scroll lying in the box, she carefully took out the picture scroll, put it on the table and slowly spread it out.

This is a picture of a beauty. In the painting, a peerless beauty with an overpowering appearance, wearing a rich light yellow long dress, is holding flowers and smiling in front of a cluster of well-growing peonies.The beauty is delicate and soft, with long eyebrows and eyes, her hair is like a cloud in a bun, and there is a little bright red cinnabar between her slender eyebrows, like a drop of blood pierced open, shining brightly.A poem is inscribed on the right side of the painting:

Bai Xue has a beautiful appearance, and her lips are red with bright pearls.

There is a line of small characters at the end: Written in the Xiyuan of Tianyingjiao on the eighteenth day of the seventh month of the year Renwu.

"..." Qing Huan narrowed her eyes, her complexion complexioned, and her finger wearing a bluestone ring slowly stroked the face in the painting that was eight times like her own.