Daoist Qianyun hurriedly clapped a hand over his wound, grinding his teeth so hard his gums nearly tore.
"Damn it, couldn't you say something before pulling out the sword? Is that mouth of yours on loan from someone else?"
The pain nearly killed him on the spot.
There really had been three moments in his life when he no longer wanted to live.
Perhaps his master had been pulling too many strings in the underworld since his death. Daoist Qianyun always felt his entry in the Book of Life and Death kept flickering. Honestly, even dying was difficult.
He sat down on the ground, only to see an elixir rich in spiritual energy held out before him.
Moved to tears, Daoist Qianyun looked at the adorable little girl with a trembling pout and said aggrievedly, "Boohoo, you're still the nicest! Unlike certain dog-bred bastards who stab people at the drop of a hat."
After saying that, he shot Uncle Qi another disdainful look.
That bastard. Why didn't he stab Xia Qianhui instead?
Xia Wanwan popped the elixir into his mouth. "This isn't a half-finished one anymore. It's a finished one that stops pain. Once you eat it, it won't hurt anymore."
Then she puffed little breaths onto his wound.
For a moment, Daoist Qianyun felt that this little girl must be an angel!
Provided she wasn't scheming.
He wiped away his grateful tears and quietly began meditating to recover.
Liu Zi Xing pressed his lips together without a word. Standing straight as a pine, he guarded Daoist Qianyun with a hand on his sword.
Meanwhile, Xia Wanwan tilted her head at the scene before her and asked in a clear little voice, "If you knew he was an impostor, why didn't you catch him sooner?"
"How do you think I