Song Tingwan had just curved her lips into a smile when her smile suddenly froze.
Then his divine sense lingered on Wan Qiji for a long time.
I looked at it in disbelief, again and again.
Seeing that she didn't speak, the others also looked at Wan Qiji with suspicion.
Then, everyone fell silent.
They were all used to Wanqiji Demon Lord's identity.
I almost forgot that Song Tingwan is very sensitive to demonic energy.
No one knows whether Wanqiji has fallen into demonic possession.
Song Tingwan's expression changed drastically. She frowned and asked incredulously in a low voice, "Why? Wasn't your demon bloodline sealed? How did you become a demon?"
Why would a perfectly good person choose the path of demonic cultivation?
That shouldn't be the case.
Faced with her somewhat sad and angry eyes, Wan Qiji lowered his head slightly, feeling a little guilty.
"I did it voluntarily."
"I know now, all that you've been carrying."
"Wan'er, you shouldn't have to bear all of this alone. You have your sister, and you have us."
He spoke in a deep voice, each word spoken with great solemnity.
Song Tingwan was taken aback.
"What do you know?"
Wan Qiji, dressed in the Demon Lord's fitted robes, met her gaze.
This is the third time.
Just a few words.
There were also worried looks.
All of this was clearly told to Song Tingwan.
He found out.
The others stared intently at them, some speculating, but none of them knew what they were trying to say.
The two stared at each other for a moment.
A moment of calm.
One thing is certain.
Song Tingwan was defeated.
"Once the Fukang Immortal Pill is refined and my body has recovered, you can tell them."
She was unable to speak.
But when Wanqiji said these things, there were no thunderclouds in the sky as a warning, so it seems that he was allowed to do so.
"good."
Wanqi Ji responded.
"What are you hiding?" Song Siyao frowned.
But she had overheard her older sister and father exchanging riddles.
My suspicions deepened.
Qin Xi pouted unhappily, "Why can't we tell Wan'er and Aji, who both have little secrets?"
After saying that, she froze.
She hadn't shown such a relaxed expression in a long time, but in front of Wan'er, she almost subconsciously returned to her state from a hundred years ago.
Qin Xi was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.
Sure enough, it's very relaxing to be around Wan'er.
"Yeah, can't you just say it now!" Baili Xijiang sat on the ground, angry with jealousy.
Neither Shen Zhuochuan nor Su Xi made a sound.
But each eye has its own complexity.
"This is a long story. There's another matter: the Fuyao Immortal Flower has bloomed, and I wish to refine the Fukang Immortal Pill. Would you be willing to help me?"
With that, the words were spoken.
The group acted almost without hesitation.
"Of course!"
"good."
"How can I help?"
Song Tingwan smiled and looked at them one by one.
"With my cultivation level, I don't have enough spiritual energy for alchemy. I'll trouble everyone to transfer spiritual energy to me. Also... when the pill is completed, you must help me knead the spiritual energy until it condenses."
She tapped the little black dragon at her feet, and it tilted back as soon as she touched its forehead.
Then, with a grin, he said, "Alright! Disciple received!"
He seemed to agree readily on the surface, but Baili Xijiang was extremely nervous.
Fukang Immortal Elixir.
Rank 10.
He swallowed hard.
If his master says he can do it, then he definitely can!
For Master's health, I'll do my best!
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