Chapter 120: The Bad Female Master and the Reborn Blackened Loyal Dog 3
Cha Jiu returned with a mission from the master of Wuji Palace.
Massacre of Qianji Pavilion.
As she walked out of the main hall, servants in green and black clothes on the road stopped and saluted her.
The system suddenly said: "Xuan Canglan's favorability has dropped and is now negative 20%."
"...Negative number." Cha Jiu was speechless, "It seems that his memory is beginning to awaken."
System: "Congratulations, welcome to the new challenge."
Cha Jiu: "Where is he now?"
Following the system's navigation, Cha Jiu quickly found where Xuan Canglan lived.
She frowned and pushed open the shaky wooden door. Looking around, she saw Xuan Canglan lying unconscious in a pile of grass in the corner of the simple room.
He still held tightly in his arms the bottle of medicine she had given him.
Cha Jiu checked his injuries and pulse.
It's normal. There's no fever. It's just that you may be malnourished and feel a little weak.
Cha Jiu exchanged a bottle of nutritional medicine and trace element medicine from the system and fed it to Xuan Canglan.
She turned her head and looked at the wound on his foot which was only coated with a thin layer of medicine, and sighed softly.
"What's the use of applying such a small amount of medicine..."
She muttered, and with great effort, she pulled the bottle of medicine from Xuan Canglan's hand and poured the whole bottle on him.
This top-grade medicine not only helps wounds heal quickly, but also relieves pain.
In Wuji Palace, only the left and right guardians are equipped with such fine items.
Even the White Servant can only use the medicine which has good healing effects but is extremely irritating.
Sure enough, after the medicine took effect, Xuan Canglan's tightly wrinkled brows relaxed a little.
Cha Jiu moved him into a good position, then pulled a quilt from the large mat and covered him with it.
Xuan Canglan was in a daze, and seemed to see the figure in black clothes coming and going.
He thought it was an illusion.
But when he woke up, the medicine on his feet and the quilt on his body told him that this was not an illusion.
That person really came.
At this time, Xuan Canglan's eyes were already bloodshot, and his brows were filled with sinisterness and coldness.
The reborn soul is more powerful, and he temporarily takes control of this body.
However, the consciousness of the entity still exists.
Original form Xuan Canglan: "Wuwuwu, the Left Protector came to see my injury! She even applied medicine on me and covered me with a blanket."
The original voice also exists in my mind, and it keeps speaking in this spineless tone.
The reborn Xuan Canglan's temples were throbbing from the noise, and he said impatiently: "No matter how good she is to you now, she will throw you into the Hundred Poisons Pond in the future and let Xuan Baiyu refine your puppet body. Wake up."
This kind of behavior gives people a little hope, but also pushes them into complete despair.
It is far more hurtful than indifference and constant hate and bullying.
Save me from the shallows and drown me in the abyss.
Oh.
By this time, it was already dark, and Xuan Canglan's fellow gray-clothed colleagues had finished their training and returned to their residence.
One of them saw that the quilt on his bed was actually covering Xuan Canglan, and he immediately became furious: "You bastard, how dare you steal my quilt!"
He was worried that he had no place to vent the anger he had been holding back in the training dungeon!
I'll see if he doesn't beat Xuan Canglan half to death today!
The man in gray, with a strong momentum, walked towards Xuan Canglan, rubbing his hands in anticipation.
Xuan Canglan had an indifferent look in his eyes. He sat calmly against the wall, breaking a piece of dry grass in his hand.
In his previous life, he worked day and night, spending decades studying all the cutting-edge martial arts.
These things are deeply engraved in his mind.
Even though his body didn't have enough internal strength now, he was still able to deal with the little gray-clothed man like an elephant crushing an ant.
For example, he threw out this seemingly soft piece of dry grass in his hand...
He could shoot through the throat of the person in front of him.
At the critical moment, a servant in blue came in.
After looking around, he walked straight towards Xuan Canglan and handed him a box.
"This is what the Left Protector asked me to pass on to you."
Xuan Canglan opened it and found more than a dozen bottles of top-grade healing medicine inside.
Not only the gray-clothed servants of the same period, but even the blue-clothed servants were very surprised.
He looked at Xuan Canglan suspiciously and asked, "What is your relationship with Lord Zuo Hufa?"
Although Xuan Canglan was also surprised, he did not show it on his face.
He lifted his eyelids, and his eyes, as dark as the abyss, with a sense of oppression, stared directly at the blue-robed servant: "You and I have no right to ask about the affairs of the Lord Protector."
In his previous life, Xuan Canglan was the sharpest swordsman and the most outstanding assassin in Wuji Palace.
Although he was only a black-robed servant, his strength far exceeded that of any white-robed servant.
Not to mention Wuji Palace, even the entire martial arts world is terrified of him.
He never really took the master of Wuji Palace seriously. From beginning to end, there was only one person who could make him submit.
Having been in a high position for a long time, he can make people tremble with fear with just a glance.
This feeling of oppression has been ingrained into my bones, and it would be difficult to conceal even if I were reborn.
Therefore, the moment the green-robed servant looked into his eyes, he almost felt his soul tremble and wanted to kneel down.
How can a little grey-clothed girl have such a look?
The servant in blue thought something was wrong and quickly packed up his things and left.
The gray-clothed people of the same period saw the blue-clothed servant leave silently, and then glanced at the box in Xuan Canglan's hand and came to a conclusion -
It’s better not to provoke Xuan Canglan.
After all, he was the one who asked the Left Protector to deliver the medicine.
"Are you still fighting?" Xuan Canglan looked indifferently at the man in gray standing in front of him.
Gray clothes climbed back into bed awkwardly, not daring to ask for the quilt back.
The leaky house was suddenly quiet.
Xuan Canglan lowered his head and stroked the box with his fingertips, as if thinking about something.
different.
This life is very different.
He still remembered that in his previous life, he fell into the Poison Pool and she rescued him directly.
But in this life, she went to great lengths to give him a choice and let him step on the Lotus Lead to come up.
Moreover, he came to see him secretly and sent someone to bring him medicine for his injuries.
The original Xuan Canglan's voice began to reappear, with emotion: "Left Protector is paying attention to me. She is not like you said, treating me as a fallen leaf on the roadside and an ant under her feet."
Xuan Canglan closed his eyes and silently recited the conversation: "You only have my memories, but you have not personally experienced the pain and despair, so naturally you still have hope for her."
Those days of betrayal and imprisonment.
He dared not forget it for a moment.
…
It was seven days later that Cha Jiu saw Xuan Canglan again.
She has to carry out the mission of slaughtering Qianji Pavilion, and she has to choose the team members to carry out the mission from among the three-clothed warriors.
When she was selecting the green-robed maids, she saw Xuan Canglan among the crowd at a glance.
She was a little surprised.
But in just seven days, Xuan Canglan had climbed from an unknown gray-robed servant to the position of a blue-robed servant.
Xuan Canglan lowered his head, but saw the familiar black clothes coming in front of him.
Cha Jiu praised and said, "I knew you would become a green-robed servant, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon."
The original Xuan Canglan was very excited: "Master Left Protector recognized me!"
There is a lot of noise in my mind.
Xuan Canglan's expression remained calm.
He raised his head and looked directly at this familiar face that was as beautiful as a flower from hell and had once led him to the abyss.
He smiled and said, "I never dare to disappoint you."
System: "Oh no, the favorability is minus 25%."
Cha Jiu remained calm and said, "It's you. Follow me to complete the mission."
Xuan Canglan nodded: "Yes, sir."
…
Qianjige is considered a know-it-all in the martial arts world.
It relies on buying and selling information to serve various forces and earn commissions.
Normally, Qianji Pavilion and Wuji Palace have always kept to themselves.
However, recently the mission information of Wuji Temple has been leaked frequently, resulting in a group of death squads being ambushed by the righteous and annihilated.
The captured upright disciple revealed that the source of the information was Qianji Pavilion. The hall master was furious and ordered the massacre of Qianji Pavilion without leaving a single person alive.
In this operation, almost half of the Wuji Palace's death squads took part in the mission.
Cha Jiu thought she would have to participate in this mission to some extent, but it turned out that she only had to sit in a sedan chair covered by a translucent curtain and wait quietly for the results of the massacre by the three-clothed warriors.
An hour later.
Mission accomplished.
Cha Jiu and the system sighed: "Oh my god, it's worthy of being a demon sect, the killing efficiency is very high."
System: "Your role is that of a supervisor."
Cha Jiu thinks it’s pretty good.
She's not really interested in killing people.
A servant in white stepped forward and reported: "Lord Left Protector, the slaughter of the Qianji Pavilion has been completed. According to your instructions, the Pavilion Master will be left alone for questioning."
The maids standing on both sides of the sedan chair opened the curtains.
Cha Jiu wanted to step out of the carriage, but seeing the river of blood flowing on the ground, she subconsciously retracted her foot.
In the crowd, a handsome and gentle servant in green came forward, knelt on the ground, spread out his robe in front of him to cover the bloodstains, and paved the way for Cha Jiu.
"Please step in your robe, sir." His face had a faint smile, as gentle as a clear spring.
This person is Xuan Baiyu.
Xuan Canglan pulled the sword out of the Qianji Pavilion disciple and watched the scene coldly.
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