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The strong man called "Brother Niu" by the scholar threw away the wooden stick in his hand, and was standing behind Zhang Qinglan at this time, his rough and wide palms pinned the young man's thin wrist bones behind him, making it impossible for him to escape.

The pain in the back was like a raging fire, extending from the left shoulder all the way to the waist. Zhang Qinglan was unprepared before, but after this encounter, she only felt that the scenery in front of her was blurred.

Cold sweat rolled down from her temples, and the shouts of the surrounding townspeople fell into Zhang Qinglan's ears, and in an instant it became a large buzzing, which was hard to hear clearly.

The townspeople who were just sitting on the ground stood up and gradually surrounded the young man in the middle. Everyone's eyes were more or less dazed...Of course, they wanted to get rid of it. Then quickly resentment.

The shackles on the back were tightened more and more, Zhang Qinglan lowered her head, and the hair on her forehead was scattered to cover her eyes, making it difficult to see the expression underneath.

Keenly sensing the increasingly obvious fluctuations of demon power in the crowd, Zhang Qinglan moved her fingertips slightly behind her back, lowered her head, and quietly pinched a finger to avoid the eyes and ears of everyone else.

In front of me was the girl's limp and drooping right hand. The fingertips were stained with blood. The festering pus was yellow and exuded an unpleasant stench.

The other party had long been in a coma under the severe pain, and Xu Shusheng roughly dragged him from the ground. Through a layer of sleeves, he pinched his forearm and tried to bring it closer to Zhang Qinglan's lips.

The strong man behind him didn't want Zhang Qinglan to have a chance to struggle, so he forced the already crumbling young man to kneel on one knee, causing his thin back to bend, and his hands were tied behind his back.

The cold sweat flowing from the sideburns slipped down the chin and hit the ground with a soft patter.

Zhang Qinglan remained silent.

Under the reflection of the raging fire, the whites of Xu Shusheng's eyes were already covered with spider webs of scarlet blood. He grabbed the patient's hand and stretched it forward tremblingly, seeing that the wound was about to touch the young man's lips——

Hearing the other party chuckle, a blood-red light suddenly appeared under the neckline.

Before everyone could react to what had happened, there was a rumbling sound of piercing through the air.

A long and slender pale yellow fluorescent light flashed out in the vast night, like a sharp arrow, it shot straight at the man behind Zhang Qinglan!

The strong man screamed loudly: "Ah!"

Immediately afterwards, the people around saw that the burly man suddenly let go of his hands, covered his eyes instead, his knees gave way, and he fell heavily on the muddy ground.

I saw the group of white light repeatedly swooping across, driving away the group of people surrounding the young man.

The townspeople were startled by the strong man's screams at first, and the hostility in their eyes dissipated, and then they saw the strange light in mid-air, and all backed away in horror.

Dark red blood faintly oozes from the middle of the fingers, pattering down along the fingertips, staining a thin layer of loess red in a short while.

Without the suppression, Zhang Qinglan quickly stood up staggeringly.

The young man's expression was still calm, and he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. He raised his hand amidst everyone's surprised eyes, and broke off half a slender bamboo branch beside him.

With a crisp sound of "click", the half-foot-long emerald green branch fell into Zhang Qinglan's palm, and a light fragrance filled the air immediately.

It wasn't until this time that the sharp white light finally stopped from the state of jumping up and down, settled on Zhang Qinglan's shoulder, buried itself in the young man's shoulder, and rubbed his head coquettishly.

After taking a closer look, I found that the "strange light" was just a furry mouse-like thing.

Everyone was shocked immediately: "It really is a monster."

Zhang Qinglan didn't care about it at all, she stretched out her hand and rubbed the head of the fluffy dumpling, her eyes were only tender for a moment.

When the Taiji gossip rat got back into the Qiankun bag, Zhang Qinglan restrained the only trace of gentleness on his face, threw the slender bamboo branch in his hand a few times, and held it tightly again.

Just as the group of people in front of them were full of panic, Zhang Qinglan suddenly launched an attack.

The young man stepped forward like a swallow, his hands were like lightning, he grabbed the scholar's skirt, and he lifted him up into the air with his strength.

The bamboo branch pierced through the air, Zhang Qinglan raised her wrists slightly, and whipped a bamboo whip on the opponent's shoulders, dantian, heart, and top of the head.

He was knocked to the ground a few times, so far, most of the dark red light in the scholar's eyes has disappeared due to the burning pain spreading from all over his body.

Xu Shusheng was in a daze, leaning his back against a big rock, seeing Zhang Qinglan approaching step by step, with his heels rubbing against the loess, he subconsciously thumped, and when he tried to climb back, he realized that he had nowhere to escape.

Zhang Qinglan leaned over, picked up the dusty pearl from a dark corner on one side, stepped forward a few steps, stepped on the scholar's chest, and knocked him to the ground.

Squatting down, Zhang Qinglan rested her red-stained wrist on her lap casually, and using a bamboo branch as a sword, pressed the tip against the scholar's throat.

He was good-looking, with cold brows, and he had a cool face.

At this moment, he deliberately lowered his voice, and when he spoke, his eye feathers were half down, and his appearance was even more chilling and chilling.

"I heard that my elixir is poisonous?" The young man frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled.

Before the scholar could open his mouth, he saw a half-smile expression slowly appearing on that exile-like face: "It doesn't matter."

I saw the bamboo branch trembling slightly, touching the wound in Xu Shusheng's throat.

Zhang Qinglan raised her eyes slowly, and brought the loess-stained "elixir" to the scholar's slightly parted lips in fright, with a deep voice: "Today, you have to take this medicine if you can take it, or if you can't take it."

The tip of the nose is a faint fragrance than the green bamboo forest, mixed with the smell of blood in the middle.The scholar was lying on the cold muddy ground, his eyes were so dazed that he seemed to have forgotten even his fear.

Zhang Qinglan looked at him as if he was looking at a dead person.

The people around trembled, and the original aura also dissipated.As a result, the evil spirit that was about to become a "potential" dissipated, and fled without leaving any traces.

At this time, the scholar finally recovered from his confusion, and tremblingly said: "Hero, son... please forgive me, I, I will tell you everything I know..."

Before he finished speaking, the voice stopped abruptly.

Zhang Qinglan's pupils constricted, and she quickly withdrew the pearl that was about to touch Xu Shusheng's lips with her backhand.

Gently resting his fingertips on the other's neck, he realized that the man in front of him had died, and there was even a dark five-finger mark on his neck, as if he had been strangled to death by an invisible hand.

Not only that, but the other party's cheeks, which were bloody at first, were also turning gray at an abnormal speed.

In a short while, there was only one dry/corpse left on the ground.

Seeing this, everyone was silent for a few seconds.Immediately afterwards, he rushed out like crazy, screaming and roaring: "Kill it! The monster killed it!"

A group of people who had gathered together were terrified, looking at the young man standing in the center with fear in their eyes, scurrying around like headless flies, what's more, in a panic, they turned their heads and plunged into the bamboo in the sea.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

Zhang Qinglan frowned, looking at the chaos in front of her with a cold face.

At such a chaotic moment, suddenly, an extremely dazzling white light flashed in the night sky, followed by a thunderstorm that rumbled through the clouds and resounded throughout the world.

Along with the thunder and lightning, what fell on the gate of the palace was a thick cloud of mist. The blue mist seemed to be spiritually intelligent, chasing the townspeople who were constantly running around, and slowly sinking into the body along the seven orifices.

Bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, making shallow pits in the yellow mud.

Seeing the strong wind and rain, the fleeing people were attacked by the fog and fell to the ground one after another. The restless chaos was miraculously calmed down because of this.

There is only the sound of fine raindrops washing the ground between the sky and the earth, and it returns to calm.

A familiar spiritual force wrapped around Zhang Qinglan's slender waist, and in a blink of an eye, she was pulled back to the inner courtyard.

The clothes on Zhang Qinglan's body were wet with a thin layer of rain, and she stood still under the eaves in a daze. There were even a few crystal drops of water hanging on the tip of her curled eyelashes, which disappeared with his blinking movements. slip down.

After fully recovering, Zhang Qinglan raised her eyes reluctantly, and saw Ao Zhan standing in front of her with a sullen face, with thick gloomy colors on the corners of his eyes and brows.

Just now, Zhang Qinglan subconsciously silenced herself when she saw Ao Zhan, she hung her head and was unwilling to speak.

Converging the sharp light in his eyes, the young man opened his big eyes, blinked towards Ao Zhan, and shouted shyly: "Master." He even held the hem of his clothes while speaking, how obedient he was. good.

Her black hair was wet by the rain, and her temple hair stuck to the side of her face, leaving two wet water marks. The clothes on her body were even clinging to her back, making her look a little thinner.

Ao Zhan obviously didn't have a good face, he knew that this person was very smart, he would usually shout "Ao Zhan" happily, but now he was caught by him for being disobedient, so he finally knew how to call "Master" to curry favor with him.

How could the wise and mighty Dragon King be moved by such a trick?

Ao Zhan sneered, picked him up like a child, walked all the way to the other side of the palace, and finally packed Zhang Qinglan and threw him back to the other courtyard.

The other courtyard was the one he casually pointed out before, but now it has been unoccupied for a long time, and it has become dusty and very humid.

As soon as the door was opened, a cool musty smell came to the face.

"You sleep here tonight." Ao Zhan supported the young man's back, turned his head sideways, grabbed the round collarbone under the collar of the young man in his mouth, paused, and added, "Alone."

Zhang Qinglan nodded when she heard the words, and said in a gentle voice, "Okay."

"Don't let the servant girl help sweep the mess," Ao Zhan said with a dark face, and his voice sank a bit: "This is the end of disobedience, you understand?"

Zhang Qinglan nestled in the man's arms, and when she heard what Ao Zhan said, she still didn't struggle at all, nodded her head and said seriously:

"Oh, I see."