Chapter 271 Jianghu (19) - Bonus Chapter for the Little Watery Baby
Zhang Ling'er didn't know where Nan Wan'er lived, so she carried her back to the inn. Too lazy to take a bath, she hugged Nan Wan'er, who had also been soaking in a wine jar, and fell asleep peacefully, reeking of alcohol.
However, in the middle of the night, Zhang Ling'er suddenly felt that the girl in her arms was about to be pulled away.
She couldn't help but hug the girl closer, but then she heard someone calling her name.
"Zhang Ling'er".
She opened her eyes and immediately saw Qing* standing by the bed, her hand still holding Nan Wan'er's.
It is the Devourer of Heaven.
Zhang Ling'er was startled, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest, and she sobered up instantly.
"What are you doing here?" Zhang Ling'er asked tremblingly, then, remembering that she was still holding someone else's wife in her arms, she shakily withdrew her hand.
This is... awkward.
When she met Tuntian's gaze—a gaze that seemed to say, "Your wife was stolen, and you even slept with her"—she instantly felt a little timid.
This little demon from the lower realm is a bit eerie.
"Take Wan'er back." Tun Tian said calmly as he picked up Nan Wan'er.
"Oh, okay, okay, you can take her with you. I'm giving her back to you now. I'm going to sleep." Zhang Ling'er rubbed her face and silently pulled the blanket up.
This is so embarrassing.
The night was very quiet, and everyone in the city was fast asleep. Only in a room at the top of Baiyu Tower, Qing*, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly smashed the medicine bowl in his hand to the ground.
"Useless, a bunch of useless trash, what use are you to me?" Perhaps angered by himself, Qing couldn't help but cough, clutching his chest, which aggravated his wounds, causing him to wince in pain.
"Young Master, please forgive us. We don't know why, but every time we send someone there, they fail to bring that woman back." Five subordinates knelt in a row, trembling, and even their words had to be carefully chosen.
After all, this guy is the kind of person who kills without shedding blood.
"Tomorrow, Your Majesty will personally go and meet her," Qing said through gritted teeth, clutching his wound.
“Young Master, I’m afraid this is not advisable. That woman has a close relationship with Feng Wuyai. If you happen to run into her, it could be detrimental to you.”
The subordinate knelt on the ground and earnestly advised him.
"Shut up, drag him away. What right do you have to interfere with my decisions?" Qing* said violently, then coughed violently.
Outside the door, a girl dressed in snow-white clothes walked in quickly, carrying a bowl of medicine, and sat down familiarly by the bed.
"Lanzhi, come here, I've brewed some new medicine for you. You'll feel better after drinking it." The girl pulled Qingzhi into her arms and gently fed the medicine to Qingzhi's lips.
Mo Lanzhi listened to the girl and obediently drank the whole bowl of medicine, letting out a long sigh of relief.
The girl placed her hand on Mo Lanzhi's eyes, then turned her head and winked at the five kneeling subordinates, signaling them to leave first.
Several subordinates looked at the girl with tears of gratitude and quickly left.
The girl looked down at the blue figure leaning against her in her arms, her eyes filled with a strange expression.
"Qingrong, you're all I have left." Mo Lanzhi held the girl's hand, her voice very soft.
“Where are you talking about just me? Don’t you still have Nan Wan’er?” the girl smiled.
"I just wanted to kill her. What are you thinking? Once I become the leader of the cult, you will be my leader's wife."
Mo Lanzhi stood up, kissed the girl who had replaced him with Qingrong, his eyes filled with ambition.
He wanted **, he wanted the Phoenix Cry Sect, he wanted Feng Wuyai dead, he wanted to unify the martial world and reign supreme for eternity.
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