After the infinite death, the villain, she is rotten

Chapter 4 The novelty is over, now it's not a baby
This ritual of eliminating evil spirits lasted for three days and three nights, and an additional barrier was added.

As long as they are ordinary people, they can come and go freely.

However, this enchantment can only stop some small monsters, and it can't stop anything with stronger mana.

But this is enough for ordinary people.

When he returned to Tiangangzong, Jun Chaosheng's injury was cured by the blessing of the elixir and spirit soup, and it was even much rounder than when he was rescued.

Jun Chaosheng and Changsun Fuling walked to the foot of the mountain and parted ways.

After all, Jun Chaosheng is still a newly recommended disciple who only has a jade card, and he has to pass the test before he can become a real disciple of Tiangangzong.

When the eldest grandson Fu Ling was flying with his sword, he suddenly remembered something.

She turned back to Jun Chaosheng again.

"Senior sister, what's the matter?" Jun Chaosheng asked suspiciously when he saw his eldest grandson Fuling turn back.

Just for a while, there were a few outer disciples staying around to wait and see, wanting to see which outer disciple, Junior Sister Fu Ling, the proud son of heaven, was chatting with.

The eldest grandson Fuling ignored them, took out a dagger from his cuff, looked straight at Jun Chaosheng and said:

"Give me a drop of blood, and I will cancel the favor of saving you. Presumably, Mr. Jun doesn't want to owe anyone a favor, does he?"

Jun Chaosheng was a little dazed.

What does she want a drop of my blood for?
Forget it, I'm a cripple who hasn't yet refined Qi, so it doesn't hurt to bleed.

Jun Chaosheng picked up the small and exquisite dagger and swiped at his finger, a stream of blood gushed out and condensed into a drop of blood.

The eldest grandson Fu Ling used his spiritual power to form a glass ball to wrap the essence and blood inside, then turned around and left with his sword in a cool manner.

Jun Chaosheng looked at the back of his eldest grandson Fuling, a little thoughtful.

There is a sense of familiarity, and it always feels like she shouldn't be like this.

When this idea appeared in Jun Chaosheng's mind, he couldn't help laughing.

This is the first time they have met, where is the sense of familiarity?
Why shouldn't it be like this?
It didn't take long for the eldest grandson Fuling to see the plaque on her Chunlai courtyard.

This is the plaque that the original owner personally asked Mr. Changning to write.

To her, it was very unpleasant.

With a movement of her fingers, the long sword that had just returned to her hand was unsheathed.

With a flash of golden light, the plaque was split in half by the long sword.

This move stunned Xiuying who was following behind her.

Usually, when those who practice the hall come to clean it, the eldest grandson Fuling will personally supervise it.

I'm afraid those people will bump into this plaque.

Now she cut it off with her own hands.

Xiuying was startled, and hurried forward to pick up the plaque.

It's all my fault, I know that Junior Sister Fu Ling is ill and emotionally unstable, so I don't stop her.

When she woke up and saw that the plaque written by Master Changning was broken, she couldn't cry to death.

Fu Ling didn't cry, but Xiuying almost burst into tears.

Before her hand touched the plaque, Changsun Fuling stepped on it first.

"Junior Sister Fu Ling, Master Chang Ning personally wrote this for you, it is the most precious thing in your life!"

Xiuying wanted to cry but had no tears, with an expression of the sky falling down.

"The novelty is over, now it's not a baby."

After the eldest grandson Fuling finished speaking, she entered the yard, leaving Xiuying with a chic back.

You are the one who is precious, and you are the one who is trampled on now.

Xiuying looked at the broken plaque, and finally packed it up and put it in the backyard warehouse.

In case Junior Sister Fu Ling wants it one day, she can still get the wreckage.

When she finished her work and went into the yard, she found that Fu Ling was holding a brush in his hand, playing like a flying phoenix, splashing ink everywhere.

Xiuying leaned over while avoiding the splashing ink.

I saw two large characters on the paper.

Haonan.

"Hao Nan? What does this mean?"

Xiuying circled around to figure out these two words carefully.

"Auspicious flowers are floating in the snow, and the Nangong is full of Haoqi."

Changsun Fuling put down the pen, picked up the rice paper, blew it, folded it, and handed it to Xiuying.

"Senior Sister Xiuying, please help me make a trip and ask the people in the Hall of Deacons to make a new plaque for me."

New plaque?
Just when she realized that she wanted to ask her eldest grandson Fuling if he was serious, this guy had already let go of his feet and walked towards the bedroom.

Xiuying: ...

Every day, you know how to sleep.

I no longer meditate.

(End of this chapter)