shock!The female supporting role of salted fish is actually a master of cultivating immortals

Chapter 150 150. Updating.
Naturally, Luo Juan couldn't go with his sister and the others, so he pierced his calf with a dagger in advance, and the blood flowed all over the ground, dyeing his fair jade feet bright red.

Xiaoqing was frightened and cried by this scene, and hurried out to ask the doctor in the mansion.

After hearing the news, Luo Yuyan naturally didn't ask any further questions when she saw this scene, and quickly stopped the bleeding from her bleeding leg.

The beautiful girl squatted down, carefully wrapped the little girl's calf with a bandage, and raised her eyes: "Does it hurt?"

Luo Juan lowered his eyes, with a slightly unnatural expression: "It hurts a bit, and I don't know where the assassin came from. I fell asleep and didn't pay attention for a while."

Bad lie.

Luo Yuyan sighed helplessly, and tied a bow on the bandage: "Your leg is injured, so don't participate in the night's action. I'll tell the dean on your behalf."

The corners of Luo Juan's mouth turned up slightly, and then was suppressed again: "I'm sorry for causing trouble to my sister."

Luo Yuyan got up and patted her sister's head: "It's nothing, just a word."

She looked up at the sky: "The time is coming, so I'll go first."

Luo Juan nodded obediently: "Yeah, let's go."

Not long after Luo Yuyan left, Luo Juan asked Xiaoqing to send the invited doctor away, and also asked her to go out to rest by herself.

Xiaoqing wiped her tears: "Miss, you need to take good care of your wounds, do you want to send guards to guard you?"

Luo Juan hesitated for a while, but agreed.

In the courtyard where the moonlight was shining, that white figure had already appeared.

Xiaoqing didn't know it, picked up the blood-stained dirty clothes, and retreated.

Guards were placed outside the yard.

The young man in white walked towards the little girl on the deck chair step by step.
When he opened his eyes again, the surrounding momentum had changed suddenly, and even the air was somewhat distorted.

Feiyu turned her wrist uncomfortably, then lowered her eyes to look at her exposed jade feet, which were very white and tender.

It's just that the bandages on the legs are an eyesore.

Green onion fingers brushed slightly, and a thick black mist was applied on it, and the freshly tied bandage suddenly fell apart, revealing the intact calf.

Feiyu pinched it curiously, it was soft.

Luo Juan's soul nestled in Feiyu's neck, pulling at Feiyu's hair and refusing to let go: "You remember to bring your cloak and mask, and don't show my face."

The little girl looked a little pitiful: "Please."

Fei Yu rolled Luo Juan into a ball and stuffed it into her breast pocket: "Got it."

In an instant, the figure disappeared.

The frontier of thrush country.

The night covered the earth, and black clouds approached from the distant sky, imprisoning the bright moonlight in a dark cage.

The ground was pitch black, not even a single candle.

It was so quiet, but it inexplicably disturbed the red-eyed crows in the woods, flapping their wings and making hoarse and unpleasant sounds.

All the livestock in the village rioted, the captive rooster flapped its wings uneasily, and the black dog barked violently, but there was an inexplicable trace of fear in that voice.

In the cemetery eight hundred miles away, blue flames fluttered strangely among the deep woods, and translucent soul bodies flew out of it one after another, like the scythe of death, wantonly harvesting dirty souls.

The soldiers guarding the frontier, as well as those sent with cultivation, slept surprisingly soundly.

Above them, a seductive voluptuous ghost greedily opened its bloody mouth wide, continuously absorbing unknown white energy from their bodies.

At the same time, the outside of the capital was also surrounded by strange blue flames.

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　　(I definitely didn't update it based on the monthly pass!)
　　Because of the recent exam week, I have a lot of homework, and I have to report on Tuesday, and I haven't written my homework on Wednesday night.

　　That's right, I not only procrastinated, I also procrastinated homework (with my arms crossed) (but I was so bullish)

　　I'm making up for Tuesday's class on Sunday. The poor author can only use the humble time of the night to type out a thousand words. Don't be disgusted.
　　
　
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