Chapter 48 The Black Iron Has Been Found!
The large neck tendon of the rosewood tree was throbbing with a dull ache.
Thinking back to when the jade pendant bore the oath of the soul, even a powerful figure dared to crush her head.
That inner demon oath just now only damaged the Dao heart and wasn't fatal; it had no effect on a high-level character.
That was close! I almost fell for that little black-hearted lotus's trick.
Fortunately, the exposure was minimal, and there's still room for improvement.
Xiao Wenjin waited for a long time before slightly raising his eyes.
Huali winked at him, "Cuihua, my name is Cuihua."
Wen Jin: "......"
Ao Bai strongly suspected that he was disgusted by the name, but he had no evidence.
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Whether it's true or not, she told me anyway.
Qi Zhi was waiting outside the kitchen. When she saw Hua Li approaching, she dismissed the servants and handed her the bag in her hand. "It's all inside. Your blood has already been mixed in."
"Thank you." Karin took it casually, noticing Qizhi's noticeably haggard face. "You didn't give yourself away, did you? Why do you look so pale?"
Seeing that Karin's first reaction wasn't to open the bag to check the magic stones, but to ask about her health, Kizuna's eyes softened. "It's alright, there are many people coming and going at the registration desk, it's not a difficult thing."
"Do you remember the distinguished guest I told you about last time? He should be the Demon Lord of Sunset City."
Hua Li and Ao Bai both paused simultaneously, "Huh?? Why do you say that?"
Qizhi told Huali everything she had seen and heard in the past two days, "...So Soli is terrified of that person, and now he doesn't even have much time to summon us. He's been leading the demon cultivators around looking for him every day."
Huali sensed something crucial: "Is the distinguished guest you're talking about someone in a wheelchair?"
Kizuna nodded in surprise, "How did you know? It's true."
Wen Tingyun.
How was Wen Tingyun able to command Suoli, one of the Seven Demon Kings? And who did he contact?
Do you know who he's looking for?
Qi Zhi shook her head, "I don't know about that, but when I passed by today, I saw General Cen bring back a lot of six- or seven-year-old children."
That's right!
Wen Jin and Wen Tingyun, both of them share the surname Wen and are both from the Demon Clan, so there must be some kind of connection between them, perhaps they are brothers?
That explains it; after all, the Wen family is known for producing a lot of mentally unstable people.
They were both present in the Sea of Time that day. Later, when Song Ran was about to self-destruct, she was busy coordinating with Lian Zhuo and didn't pay close attention. But now that she thinks about it, Wen Jin's condition that day was off; it seemed more like he was hiding from someone than deserting.
If he was engaged in a battle of wits with Wen Tingyun at the time, then all of this would make sense.
Huali didn't hesitate for a second and immediately sided with Wen Jin.
Just kidding, someone else's chosen one is trying to capture her chosen one, would she do such a losing proposition!
"Okay, I understand. Here, take this." Huali handed over the Life-Sustaining Pill. "This is a nourishing pill. It's too potent for ordinary people. Break off a small piece and eat it every time you get injured."
When Qizhi saw the pills, she seemed to remember something, and a look of fear flashed in her eyes as she hesitated to speak.
Hua Li, her eyes lowered in thought about the Xuan Tie, didn't notice this detail. "Have you heard of Xuan Tie?"
Qi Zhi shook her head, a look of confusion in her eyes. "What is Xuan Tie?"
"It's a kind of black iron. I don't really know how to describe it, but you'll feel a chill as soon as you get close. If you see it, be sure to let me know."
"I've written it down."
After seeing Qi Zhi off, Hua Li sighed. Qi Zhi was just a mortal and could barely take care of herself, so she probably couldn't be relied on for the Xuan Tie matter.
Wen Tingyun sent Suoli to find the Demon Lord, which means Suoli has already betrayed Wen Jin. This place is no longer safe, and she has to rescue Wen Jin before they find the dilapidated house.
"Mysterious Iron..."
"My foot!!" Zhang Dezhu slammed the large iron spoon into the back of Huali's head without mercy, his eyes wide with anger. "Didn't you say you were going to feed the monsters? Why are you only just getting back? Look at the time!"
Huali rubbed the back of her head, wanting to give him a good whack, but she held back.
A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. Wait until tonight, then I'll put him in a sack and give him a good beating.
"Are you cursing me in your heart?" Zhang Dezhu raised an eyebrow.
"How could that be? I was just praising you to Lady Qizhi, saying that you've taken such good care of me here, not letting me do any dirty or tiring work. I'm so grateful that I asked her to put in a good word for you with the King, since we were in the same carriage."
Zhang Dezhu's eyes gradually brightened, and after hearing the "kind words," he couldn't help but beam with pride. He held the large iron spoon and coughed twice in a mock manner, "Ahem, at least you have a conscience."
Huali took off her veil and smiled at him.
Having seen this so many times, Zhang Dezhu had become immune to it. He thought for a moment and asked, "You just mentioned Xuan Tie, what, you want it?"
"Yes, you do," Huali asked casually as she walked inside.
"Yes." Zhang Dezhu nodded.
Huali paused, quickly turned around, and her neck made a "crack" sound from the force of the movement.
Zhang Dezhu was so frightened by the "evil ghost turning around" that he almost dropped his spoon. Sure enough, no matter how hard he tried to force himself to overcome it, he couldn't withstand the sudden terror.
"Where is it? Is it real? Show it to me." Huali tilted her head and walked towards him as she spoke.
"Don't get agitated, don't come any closer! Yes, first cover your face with that tattered veil, make sure it's completely covered!" Zhang Dezhu shouted with his eyes closed. "I didn't, but I know where I am."
He squinted slightly, and only spoke after seeing that Huali had covered her face: "Tell me first what you want it for?"
"No way, you didn't know?" Huali feigned surprise, opening her mouth wide and looking him up and down with a suspicious gaze. "Are you really the personal chef?"
Zhang Dezhu's second greatest belief in life was to continuously improve his culinary skills and become the best chef in the royal city. Sure enough, he was successfully provoked by Huali, who asked, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"Smoothie!" Huali snapped her fingers. "Look how hot the sun is outside. If we could invent some refreshing and digestive smoothie desserts, wouldn't that win over the hearts of the imperial harem?"
"That's it?" Zhang Dezhu scoffed. "You country bumpkin! Each palace has magic stones made from the spiritual power of demonic cultivators to cool you down. They won't get any hotter!"
"That's not true. No matter how good the air conditioning is, it can't stop people's enthusiasm for eating popsicles."
Hua Li waved to Zhang Dezhu and said, "What if we invented an automatic ice cream maker that could crush fruit, add milk and pine nut syrup, and then manually stir-fry it into shaved ice? Wouldn't the empresses summon us every day?"
"Will you still have to worry about not having a chance to show your face then?"
Zhang Dezhu's small eyes first showed doubt, then confusion, then sudden realization, and finally flashed with excitement: "This plan is feasible! What about the Xuan Iron?"
Huali patted him on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up, "A must-have for making shaved ice!"
Ao Bai: It suddenly felt that the path of its host selling health products might actually work.
Zhang Dezhu suddenly understood, but he was also dumbfounded. He nodded and said, "There is Xuan Tie in Lady Yang Liu's courtyard. After you left today, the king sent someone to deliver the gift. The Xuan Bing paperweight inside is made of Xuan Tie."
Huali's eyes lit up.
Zhang Dezhu, however, was worried. "But the paperweight is a bit small. Is it enough?" This pot can't be too small. Although this idea came from that brat, he couldn't let her steal the spotlight.
"It's enough, it's enough." Wen Jin had said that as long as it could cut the chains, it would be fine; the paperweight could be ground into a short blade.
The two men exchanged a glance, both revealing smug, triumphant smiles.
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