Song Tingwan tried many different kinds of pills in her anxiety, but none of them worked.
He couldn't bear to hurt Qin Xi, but ordinary things couldn't control her.
Baili Xijiang remained silent for a long time.
He remained silent from the moment Qin Xi began killing them with a dagger.
"I'll do it."
As Baili Xijiang spoke, he took off and transformed into his original form, shrinking slightly before diving down.
They rolled up the irrational Qin Xi.
The bound girl struggled incessantly, her spiritual energy relentlessly blasting towards Baili Xijiang.
Baili Xijiang remained silent, his head drooping, his dragon eyes quietly watching Qin Xi struggle.
I felt incredibly depressed.
Qin Yuanyuan's bloodshot and empty eyes are not cute at all.
Song Tingwan and the others gathered around.
They then tried to calm Qin Xi down.
Whether it was the Cleansing Pill or the Exorcising Pill, Song Tingwan wanted to use the fake Divine Pill, but she managed to hold back.
Her intuition screamed that it wasn't the right time yet.
In silence.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me.
Song Tingwan took the amber oleander hairpin off her hair.
They threw it at Qin Xi.
He then quickly cast a protective barrier on himself and his group.
"Qin Xi, be quiet."
Qin Xi, who had been struggling, paused for a moment, her eyes still bloodshot, but she stopped struggling.
Qin Yuanyuan proudly told her with a smile that the hairpin she gave her would be able to confuse her even during her tribulation stage.
Unexpectedly, Song Tingwan used it to deceive herself.
Song Tingwan looked at the quiet girl with heartache, her anxiety burning.
"Don't panic, sister. There will definitely be a way to help Yuanyuan recover." Song Siyao said with a serious face, expressing the same worry.
Wan Qiji then placed the dagger in front of them.
"This thing was born of malice. The moment I touch it, countless malices roar, as if trying to control me to kill."
He was a demonic cultivator, the kind of cultivator most favored by malice.
"What kind of being occupied Yuanyuan's body just now?" Song Tingwan murmured to herself.
“It’s not Zewu.” Shen Zhuochuan guessed what she was thinking and shook his head thoughtfully.
"Perhaps this person comes from Xingyuan?" he guessed.
Song Tingwan seemed to be deep in thought.
The sound was extremely soft.
"The white mist may share the same origin as Guilin Mountain, but it has long stood on the opposite side of us."
The group of people stood together and analyzed the situation.
Over there, the black dragon remained motionless, engulfing Qin Xi.
He carefully tapped Qin Xi's head with his paw.
"How could someone take advantage of someone who is usually so clever and quick-witted?"
"And they always say I'm stupid."
"You're the idiot."
Baili Xijiang grumbled unhappily.
The enormous dragon claw touched her head very, very lightly.
For a fleeting moment.
A place where no one can see.
A glint of black flashed in those crimson eyes.
Song Siyao happened to be facing Baili Xijiang, and she subtly gestured to everyone with her eyes.
The group turned around and were surprised to see Baili Xijiang acting so casually.
He looked somewhat sad but also very concerned.
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