God-level Refiner: Ghost King Pampering and Pampering Concubine

Chapter 32 The Silver Needle Dao Talisman

"Miss, please have some tea." It turned out that the person who brought the refreshments was Yan Wuyou's girl Guizhi.

Gui Zhi was delighted to see Yan Wuyou back, last night Yan Wuyou and Chunlan didn't come back, she was so worried that she didn't sleep much all night.

He was so sleepy that he was about to fall asleep, so Yan Linglong woke him up to make tea and cakes.

"What do you mean two young ladies, Gui Zhi, don't forget, this tea is what I asked you to prepare." Yan Linglong looked at Gui Zhi with hatred, and then looked angrily at Yan Wuyou who was sitting at the top.

She's just a trash, yet she dared to sit there so arrogantly, her mother had never sat in that position before.

It was a waste in the first place, but now that King Xian belongs to her, Yan Wuyou doesn't have any capital to shout in front of her.

"Second sister, I think you should overthink it. This is the General's Mansion. I am the eldest daughter of the General's Mansion, and Gui Zhi is my girl..." Yan Wuyou picked up the teacup very bluntly and sipped it gently. After taking a sip, she didn't like Cai Cha.

"You..." Yan Linglong was completely irritated by Yan Wuyou this time, she raised her hand and a talisman flew towards Yan Wuyou.

Fast, with strong airflow.

Yan Wuyou sat there motionless, of course he had already noticed the talisman paper, the silver needle appeared in his hand, and a silver light was wrapped in the pink airflow, directly impacting on the flying talisman paper.

bass!
The talisman paper was nailed to a large pillar with silver needles.

"You..." Yan Linglong looked at Yan Wuyou in disbelief, she didn't see Yan Wuyou fight back at all, but just saw a flash of silver mixed with pink light.

No, it's impossible, Yan Wuyou is a waste, how could he make a move?

It must be an illusion, an illusion!
Turning her eyes to look at the talisman paper on the pillar, and that strange silver needle, she looked at Yan Wuyou again, she had never seen a silver needle before, and turned her eyes to look at Yan Wuyou again full of doubts. worry.

At this time, Yan Wuyou was still drinking tea comfortably. When Yan Linglong looked over, she gently picked up a piece of pastry and put it in her mouth. I have to say that she was really hungry at this time.

"How did you do it?" Yan Linglong approached Yan Wuyou in a few steps, she wanted to see where did Yan Wuyou learn this strange skill after not returning home all night.

Yan Wuyou glanced at Yan Linglong lightly, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Second Sister, what does this mean? It's just a piece of pastry, you just need to pick it up and eat it, there is nothing else you need to do. "

After saying that, Yan Wuyou got up and walked towards his own yard, even when he left and passed Yan Linglong, he didn't give Yan Linglong the slightest bit of peripheral vision.

Seeing Yan Wuyou who was so arrogant, Yan Linglong immediately became furious, raised her hand again, and two Taoist talismans flew out.

"Be careful!" Yan Wuyou had just pinched the silver needle, before he had time to fight back, he heard a shout, and then there was a bang, which was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

That shout—it was Guizhi!

Yan Wuyou turned around quickly, and saw lying on the ground with two bloody cuts on his back, obviously injured by the Dao talisman just now.

Guizhi raised her eyes to look at Yan Wuyou, and seeing that Yan Wuyou was fine, she smiled a little, but a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

"Guizhi, why do you..."

Before Yan Wuyou finished speaking, he glared at Yan Linglong angrily. At this moment, his eyes were clearly clean and clear, but they had already been replaced by hatred.

Yan Linglong just looked into Yan Wuyou's eyes, and there was an unexplainable fear in her heart.

At this moment, she was actually afraid, the fear from the bottom of her heart.

How could she be afraid of a waste?

"Miss, servant is fine." Gui Zhi smiled slightly, and wanted to get up, Yan Wuyou hurried over to support Gui Zhi.

Guizhi was injured because of her. It seems that Guizhi is as loyal as Chunlan.

"Let's go, I'll take you back to heal your injuries." Yan Wuyou didn't look at Yan Linglong before turning around.

Leaving aside the previous hatred between Yan Wuyou and Yan Linglong, the war between her and Yan Linglong has begun from today.

"Miss, what's the matter?" Chunlan came back with a package in her arms, just in time to see Yan Wuyou helping Guizhi out, Guizhi's face was frighteningly pale, and there were bloodstains on the corner of her mouth.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Guizhi smiled at Chunlan.

In fact, she is very painful, because of family conditions, people like them, unless they are very talented, otherwise they will not achieve much. After all, they don’t have much time to practice, and the supplements they need are also Very few.

"Let's go, let's talk when we go back." Yan Wuyou glanced sideways at the back, and Chunlan immediately understood, following that angle, she happened to see the expressionless Yan Linglong.

"By the way, take the silver needle on the pillar away." As soon as she stepped out of the progress, Yan Wuyou remembered that her silver needle was still on the pillar. Of course such a treasure cannot fall into Yan Linglong's hands.

Chunlan is also an illusionist, and she pulled the silver needle out of the pillar as soon as she raised her hand.

After they left, Yan Linglong came back to her senses. She felt that Yan Wuyou had changed even more.

The silver needle really belonged to Yan Wuyou, she didn't know when Yan Wuyou started to do such strange skills.

Silver Needle!She didn't know that someone in this continent used silver needles as weapons.

Yan Wuyou supported Guizhi to sit, looked at the blackened wound on Guizhi's back, and realized that this monk's poison was well-deserved.

She also saw the pink air flow just now, and knew that Yan Linglong was a Tier [-] monk. It seemed that she had to work hard to defeat Yan Linglong.

"I happened to buy gold sore medicine here." Chunlan took out a bottle of gold sore medicine from the package and prepared to give Guizhi the medicine.

"The wound is already black, it is poisoned, can this golden sore medicine work?" Yan Wuyou looked at the golden sore medicine in Chunlan's hand with some concern.

Looking at the medicine bottle, one can tell that the medicine for golden sores is very common, not something of great value.

It really is a world of money.

"I'm a slave, it's nice to have medicine for sores, come Chunlan." Guizhi's face became paler, her hair was already wet with sweat from her forehead.

"No, let me try, Chunlan, you go outside and watch..." Yan Wuyou thought for a while and thought that he could try it by himself. It happened that Chunlan went to buy the things she needed and came back.

"Miss..." Chunlan was really skeptical about Yan Wuyou's medical skills. After all, Yan Wuyou had never studied medicine since she was a child.

"Your servant is fine, don't worry, miss, just use some golden sore medicine." Guizhi expressed gratitude, and she also knew her lady's ability very well. When she was in the hall just now, she was able to compete with Yan Linglong. It's amazing.

(End of this chapter)