Xianjun Breeding Guide

In the quiet night, a dexterous white shadow scurried to the top of the tree outside the bedroom door of the City Lord's Mansion.

The ferret shrugged its pink nose, circled around on the branch twice, and jumped to the corner of the eaves, gently pawed away a piece of tile.

The Lord of Yan City has always had the habit of sleeping naked/sleeping, but Bai Ziyou didn't know it, but he hit him right.

It was time to go to bed at this moment, he lowered his eyes, slowly took off his clothes, paused for a moment when he took off his right arm, glanced at the closed window, and then took it off in one go.

Fortunately, before being captured by the Demon Lord, the ferret made a living by preying on small monsters. He was used to seeing those bloody things, and when he smelled the smell of blood, he just scratched his nose uncomfortably.

But the little fairy who was sitting on the white jade bed in Ninghe Hall stood up abruptly, and his voice changed out of shock: "What did you say!?"

Hua Gao lowered her head and glanced at the empty roof tiles.

That's right.

A large piece of flesh had been gouged out of Yan Guizhu's forearm, and the bones were faintly exposed, the blood dripped down unstoppably, soaking the gauze, and it was particularly horrifying under the dim candlelight.

I don't know where I got the injury.

Bai Ziyou sat back on the bed and blinked his eyes very slowly.He remembered that Wen Qianxiao's left palm had been eaten away with flesh and blood, leaving only white bones, and it took a lot of time to recover from the injury.

Could it be that the place where Yan Guizhu sneaked away was the same place as the place where the Demon Lord came back injured last time?What is that place?Could the so-called secret also be related to that place?

So this time Wen Qianxiao also went to that place... With a lot of thoughts, Bai Ziyou walked around in Ninghe Hall for several times, and finally couldn't help but worry about Wen Qianxiao.

This person won't be injured to the bone again, will he?

Hard to say.

So Xiao Xianjun worked harder, got up before dawn and guarded by the alchemy stove, the demon king's harem was full of explosions, and those who didn't know it thought there were audacious thieves demolishing the house.

Yan Guizhu was no different, he was still conscientiously working as the little brother of the Mozun, Bai Ziyou would find anything he wanted, he would find someone to repair the eaves of the palace if it blew a hole, and replace the stones if the white jade wall was blackened. After busy work, whoever sees it will not boast a dog leg.

Several days passed without incident.

On this day, Bai Ziyou didn't fry the stove from morning to night, and was sorting out the medicine bottles in a good mood, when suddenly a jet-black streamer flashed across the sky and fell straight in front of Ninghe Hall.

He was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly got up, dropped the pile of porcelain bottles in his hand, and ran towards the direction where the streamer fell.

There were a few drops of blood on the long corridor in front of Ninghe Hall, and a bloodstain like a dry pen was stained on the door, as if someone staggered a few steps in the long corridor, leaned unbearably on the door, and fell in with a "gudong" .

Instant trembling.

Bai Ziyou couldn't tell what kind of shock it was, his scalp was numb, and even his fingertips trembled when he reached out to push the door.But the gate of Ninghe Hall remained motionless, and if it was knocked hard, a stream of forbidden runes would flash across.

Probably Wen Qianxiao sealed the whole dormitory before fainting in order to prevent accidents, but he didn't expect that even himself was shut out together.

"Qianxiao, Qianxiao—"

No one in the hall agreed.

He knocked for a long time, and the sound of "tuk-tuk" persistently echoed in the quiet Nameless Palace over and over again, making the ferret scurry down the corridor column, sticking to his legs uneasily, refusing to leave.

Bai Ziyou never heard the person on the other side of the door wake up and answer.

The initial panic gradually turned into a bewildered numbness. He wandered around the Ninghe Hall several times, and finally sat in front of the door with Hua Gao in his arms.

This sitting is half a night.

Xiao Xianjun couldn't bear the pain, squinted his eyes, and dozed off a little.

After an unknown amount of time, the impregnable restraint suddenly loosened, and a gap opened slightly.With a soft "squeak", the door of the main hall slowly opened, Bai Ziyou unconsciously fell backwards, and "thumped" into the door.

The crushed flower cake screamed: "Squeaky——!"

Bai Ziyou was startled awake.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the dried blood all over the ground, his head buzzed, and he got up and rushed to the side of the white jade bed, ignoring the whining ferret.

The worrying black figure lay quietly on the bed, his face was bloodless, his breath was like gossamer, the moon white brocade was stained with blood spots, it was very scary to look at.

Wen Qianxiao had just woken up.

When he woke up, he noticed a lonely shadow squatting at the door, so he opened the door with the last bit of effort.

After using up that bit of strength, the weakness from the loss of strength entangled violently again, trying to drown out the remaining sliver of sobriety.He also fainted with joy, relaxed his mind, and fell into the endless darkness.

"Wen Qianxiao!"

Master Mozun was startled, he didn't faint, and opened his eyes with difficulty.

Bai Ziyou picked up one of his empty sleeves, his expression was empty and dull, his eyes trembled slightly, as if they were about to turn red in an instant.

Wen Qianxiao was in a bad mood and frightened him, so he quickly comforted him: "A Shuang, listen to me..."

Xiao Xianjun shivered suddenly, regained consciousness suddenly, turned his head and rushed out of the room.

Wen Qianxiao: "..."

He knew he was terribly hurt, but the inevitable reaction was too hurtful.

Mozun lay half dead on the bed, sighing, heart ashes, not sad for a long time, suddenly heard the sound of "clinking" from the corridor outside the door, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps.

After a few breaths, Xiao Xianjun, carrying two baskets of medicine bottles, slammed open the door.

Wen Qianxiao quickly understood, was greatly moved, and lifted her spirits: "A Shuang..."

Then Bai Ziyou left him again and ran away.

This time I went to fetch water.

Master Mozun has learned his lesson, shut up and take the time to rest, lest he won't even have the strength to coax people later.

After the last trip, Bai Ziyou came back with gauze and scissors, closed the door gently, walked to the bedside and asked softly, "Do you still have the strength to seal the Ninghe Palace?"

Wen Qianxiao nodded slightly, closed her eyes and remained silent for a moment, slightly bent her index finger, and the whole dormitory trembled invisibly, and the forbidden runes were lit up again.

Xiao Xianjun seemed relieved and very satisfied.

Wen Qianxiao was also very satisfied, she could finally pass out this time.Just as he was thinking this way, he suddenly felt loose and numb around his waist. He raised his eyelids with force, and found that Bai Ziyou was picking up his clothes.

"and many more……"

"Let me see your injury."

Master Mozun felt a little regretful, he knew that he would not let anyone in.But after thinking about it, he was reluctant to let Bai Ziyou sit at the door all night.

He closed his eyes resignedly, moved his pale lips, and said vaguely: "It looks a little scary, it's okay."

Bai Ziyou was noncommittal, bent down and took off his blood-stained black clothes little by little.During the process, there was a strong smell of blood, which made him frown.

The clothes were stripped off, and the flames of the two lotus pattern lamps placed on the table flickered slightly.

His eyes were drooping, his long eyelashes trembling, and his knuckles were turning white while clutching the bloody clothes.

More than scary.

Wen Qianxiao didn't have a piece of good flesh all over her body, as if she had been scalded to remove a layer of skin.The left hand is still intact, but the part below the elbow of the right arm has completely disappeared. This time, there is no bone left. The two legs are lucky, but the skin and flesh are missing below the knee. The bright red tender meat is dripping and terrifying, the kind that will cause nightmares if you look at it twice.

Bai Ziyou only glanced at it before turning his head away, his eyes reddened as he twisted the cloth towel in the copper basin, his lips turned white from biting.

Master Mozun was still in a mood to twitch: "A Shuang, cover me with a quilt, it doesn't look good..."

Bai Ziyou twisted the cloth towel hard, splashing water everywhere, and said coldly: "The injury is so serious, there is no good flesh all over the body, you know it looks ugly? Why didn't you ruin that face by the way?"

Wen Qianxiao said vaguely: "I'm not...waiting for my face to grow before I dare to come back... Hey, Ah Shuang, it hurts so much..."

Bai Ziyou: "???"

The author says:

"How to make my wife not angry", "Come back when my face grows well", "It's broken, my wife ignores me"