Quick Transmigration: The host wants to die

Chapter 46 She's Going to Kill
Chapter 46 She's Going to Kill
Finally, Zhao Qianyi left shyly.

Baili Yan Chen sat down on the steps, took out a square of white cloth from the storage bag on his waist, and began to wipe his sword.
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In the evening, Ruan Xiaoli's yard was quiet, and the yard was dark without lights.

Inside the room, Ruan Xiaoli, dressed in white, sat on the ground with his hair loose, and there was a small stove in front of him, and a flame was burning under the stove.

This is a mini alchemy furnace, even though it is small, as long as the alchemist has good skills, he can still use it to refine top-quality pills.

Ruan Xiaoli frowned and looked at the bright red sticky blood inside the bottle.

Xiao Evil: "What's wrong?"

"There's not enough blood."

What she wants to refine is the elixir that instantly increases strength. This is a forbidden drug, so it needs to use human blood as a guide, and it needs a lot of human blood. Refining elixir with a large amount of human blood is a crooked way.

The little evil laughed: "If you don't have enough blood, go kill someone to get it. Anyway, there are a lot of scum in this immortal sect."

"Ah."

Since there is not enough blood, let's stop here for today's alchemy, Ruan Xiaoli quickly packed up everything.

Just after cleaning up, I heard someone knocking on her yard door outside?

Ruan Xiaoli looked out the window, it was already dark, who would come to her so late?
Ruan Xiaoli took a hair tie and tied his long hair slightly, then went out to open the door.

When he opened the courtyard door, he saw Baili Yan Chen in black clothes standing at the door.

The first time he saw Ruan Xiaoli, he quickly checked whether she was injured.

In fact, thinking about what that woman Zhao Xiyi said carefully, that woman didn't dare to do anything to the uncle, and everything that said that the uncle was whipped with a whip was a lie.

But when he heard Zhao Qianyi say that, he was still angry.

As soon as the penalty stand was over, Baili Yan Chen couldn't wait to come to Ruan Xiaoli's yard.

"Uncle Master."

"Well, why are you here so late?"

Ruan Xiaoli always felt that his expression was wrong, why was he always looking at him?

When Baili Yan Chen came, he made two preparations. He took out a food box from behind: "Just now when the sun went down, I asked someone to help me go down the mountain and bring back some small pastries, which my uncle likes to eat."

When he didn't go to the Fairy Gate Conference, he often came to see his uncle and gave him things. He knew best what his uncle liked.

Ruan Xiaoli was stunned, why did he bring her pastries when it got dark?
She took the pastry: "I have a heart."

"Master, I won't disturb your rest." Baili Yan Chen remembered that he still had things to do tonight, and when he left, he suddenly thought: "Master, it's getting dark, remember to light the lamp."

It was dark, and without lighting the lights, the whole yard was pitch-black, and it made me feel depressed just looking at it.

Ruan Xiaoli was taken aback for a moment, then said calmly, "Okay."

Baili Yan Chen left, Ruan Xiaoli went into the room and put the cakes on the table, and then she went behind the screen to change clothes.

She is wearing a black skirt, a black cloak, long hair hanging loose, and her delicate face looks even smaller against the backdrop of the cloak and hat. This should be the case for a dark loli;
Although Ruan Xiaoli is over a hundred years old, his face is only fifteen or sixteen years old, like an egg that has just been peeled.

Xiao Evil understands that Ruan Xiaoli is going out to kill people in this outfit.

The little gray bird immediately flew to Ruan Xiaoli's shoulder excitedly, his eyes were shining brightly.

The little gray bird likes the smell of blood.

Ruan Xiaoli turned to go out, when she suddenly saw the food box on the table, she walked over to open the food box, picked up a piece of pastry and took a bite: "...very sweet."

In the next second, there was no one in the room, except for a food box, in which a piece of pastry was bitten off.

(End of this chapter)