It's the mysterious person who rescued Xue Ling'er from the cave! If it weren't for this person, how could Xue Ling'er have escaped her grasp? I never expected that the mysterious person could actually track her down here. It seems that the Fallen Flower has been destroyed.
Serves you right! You idiot!
Getting up from the ground, despite her inward scorn and disdain, Xia Wanqing still put on a negotiating front: "I am the daughter of the sect leader of Hengyang Sect, and I have no grudge against you. Why do you have to..."
Suddenly, she felt a tap on her back, and then she was completely unable to move. She panicked.
What exactly does that person want to do? Could it be? No, that can't be...
Meanwhile, Song Yanzhuo, who was invisible, dug out the inner core of the Black Scale Python and handed it to Qiyue. He then put the Black Scale Python into his spatial ring. Xia Wanqing's eyes were bloodshot as she watched the Black Scale Python disappear.
Her painstakingly acquired inner core is gone just like that!?
Who exactly is it?
Her mind went blank. Behind her, out of sight, Qiyue cast a spell and secretly affixed a strange talisman to the collar of Xia Wanqing's clothes, beneath her hair.
A wicked smile appeared in his eyes as he tore off the immobilization talisman binding Xia Wanqing and left with Song Yanzhuo.
Finally able to move, Xia Wanqing burst into a furious roar: "Ahhhhh!! Who! Who is it! Who stole my inner core—Pfft~."
Before she could finish speaking, a loud fart rang out, accompanied by a foul-smelling gas. Feeling the noise from a certain place, Xia Wanqing froze instantly, covered her buttocks, and turned green with rage.
His face looked extremely pale.
Did she fart?
Just then, she suddenly felt a surge of gas. Glancing at her fellow disciple who was still unconscious like a pig, Xia Wanqing took out a Spirit Recovery Pill from her spatial ring to quickly restore her spiritual power. She tried her best to suppress the urge to fart and wanted to leave first.
Soon, her spiritual power recovered, and the rampaging gas made it impossible for her to use her spiritual power.
With this movement, he couldn't control himself and spit it out again, which landed right on the face of his female fellow disciple who had just woken up and sat up.
"Ah!! Ugh! Yue!!"
At the same time, Ye Qingyu and her group, having gained nothing, appeared not far away, cursing and swearing.
"Senior Brother Ye, who exactly is it that could empty the entire deep pool? You must know that's the Yin-Yang Pool!"
"I have no clue about this matter either. I'll return to the sect first!"
Ye Qingyu spoke impatiently, his mind filled with the image of the deep pit where not a single drop of water had been left, and he was horrified.
By this time, he had already realized that they had been targeted and that all of this was just a favor done for someone else.
The Fallen Flower is gone, and my junior sister is seriously injured...
"What is Senior Sister Xia doing? Where is the Black Scale Python?" A puzzled voice rang out, and Ye Qingyu snapped back to reality, only to find that she had returned to the place where they were fighting the monster.
The black-scaled python had vanished. The injured Xia Wanqing was curled up on the ground, clutching her buttocks, her face ashen, as if enduring immense pain. Beside her was her equally injured junior sister, who was covering her nose and leaning against a rock, looking at Xia Wanqing with a similarly unpleasant expression and a hint of disgust in her eyes.
Ye Qingyu's face instantly darkened: "Junior Sister Yang, didn't you say you would take good care of Junior Sister? What do you mean by this?"
As she spoke, Ye Qingyu ran to Xia Wanqing's side and tried to pick her up, but Xia Wanqing was so tense that Ye Qingyu couldn't lift her up.
His face turned pale and then ashen in an instant, and the six people who had followed him looked at him with strange expressions.
It's as if it's saying, "Senior Brother Ye, your health isn't good."
Ye Qingyu could hold back; she took a deep breath and then…
“Σ_(???」∠) Ugh~”.
Upon suddenly inhaling a faint, foul odor, Ye Qingyu couldn't help but gag.
At this moment, Xia Wanqing's face was bulging with veins as she looked at Ye Qingyu with difficulty, almost crying: "Senior brother, please, you should leave—".
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