Emperor's fiery demon queen

The proud middle-aged man Qi Tuan met in Lai Laosan's memory clip was the disciple of the Sanpin herbalist.

Most importantly, the middle-aged man lives with the herbalist!

Qi tuantuan was pleasantly surprised. Although she found a lot of useful things from Lai Laosan's memory by relying on the powerful power of the spirit, she could not remember such small details as who lived and where.

Now the middle-aged man jumped out by himself. It's just timely rain!

Qi Tuan Tuan quickly rushed towards the middle-aged man, and his rough face was full of panic: "no, sir! I caught the wrong person! What was in the cage was not Qi Tuan Tuan, but a black young man, whose cultivation was more powerful..."

"Youth?" the middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and Qi Tuan rushed to him unprepared.

"Yes, my Lord! The young man's cultivation was so strong that he tore away the black iron cage at once! He......" Qi tuantuan staggered and fell into the arms of the middle-aged man.

"Then why did you run out? Ouch! Lao San Lai, let go of me, you... Ah!" the middle-aged man was yelling at me, but suddenly his whole body stiffened and he didn't dare to move with a scream.

Qi Tuan Tuan raised his head to see him, with a very strange smile on his mouth: "my Lord, I'll come to you as soon as something happens. Do you feel moved?"

The middle-aged man said he was moved by your uncle, but in fact, his lips trembled for a moment and shouted sadly and angrily, "don't move! Grass! Don't move! Ah!"

He reluctantly said that in the end, the tone had become strange and obviously painful.

The young brothers who were watching felt something was wrong. They hesitated for a while and carefully gathered together: "brother? What's the matter with you?"

Qi tuantuan was about to scold these people into the house when he saw the door behind the middle-aged man, which opened with a "squeak".

A man with a mask came out and leaned against the door frame to look up and down at Qi Tuan Tuan. His vision finally fell at Qi Tuan's feet, his eyes flickering slightly.

"What did you use to improve yourself?" he recognized at a glance that Lai Laosan was not Lai Laosan, but asked with interest instead of anger.

Not only that, he also walked towards Qi Tuan, as if he wanted to come and have a serious look.

"Stop!" Qi Tuan Tuan frowned, looked at him up and down, and said faintly, "you're poisoned."

The man was a little stunned and really stopped.

He smiled and nodded: "yes, I'm poisoned. The poison man you made is really good. Even if I wanted to untie the poison, I almost ran out of my pill inventory."

Qi Tuan Tuan's eyes were very cold. She hated the man's tone of taking Xiao seventeen as an experiment.

She stepped back slightly and let the man see the Black Dagger she had stabbed into the belly of the middle-aged man. She said coldly, "hand over little seventeen, or you won't want your disciple's life!"

The middle-aged man in her hand is a quasi second-class herbalist with infinite value. Even the first-class aristocratic family in the imperial capital will be very popular. Qi Tuan doesn't believe he will give up such a disciple.

The man looked at Qi Tuan for a moment and waved to the house.

A moment later, a girl in white came out with a small figure. Qi Tuan looked at it, but it wasn't Xiao seventeen. Who was it?

At this moment, the little girl's face was pale, but her pupils showed strange green. On her neck and wrist, there was a colorful optical flow. She looked mysterious and terrible.

She was still awake, and her expressionless little face was distorted by pain from time to time, but she always bit her back alveolar tightly and didn't make herself cry.

"Little seventeen!" cried Qi Tuan Tuan, this time in her own voice.

Qi Li was stunned. He stared at Qi Tuan with dull eyes for a long time, and there was no expression on his face.

"Little seventeen!" Qi Tuan shouted again and said in a low voice, "my sister is coming to pick you up."

Qi Li's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally slowly floated up in the dull.

She opened her hand to Qi Tuan with difficulty. She didn't say anything, but suddenly burst into tears.

Qi Tuan Tuan immediately flushed her eyes. She almost wanted to throw away the middle-aged man in her hand and rush to Xiao 17, but she knew she couldn't.

I can't beat the masked man. If I lose the hostage, I can't save Xiao seventeen at all!

"Don't be afraid," Qi tuantuan pursed his lips, looked at Qi Li seriously, and promised, "my sister won't ask Xiao seventeen to have an accident! My sister will be able to save Xiao seventeen!"

Qi Li sobbed and nodded, like a puppy, Baba looked at Qi Tuan Tuan, and the cry gradually decreased.

Qi Tuan took his eyes away from Qi Li and looked coldly at the masked man: "give me little seventeen and I'll give you back your disciple."

The masked man smiled again with interest: "this business doesn't sound very cost-effective."

He raised his hand and touched Qi Li. Every time his fingertips touched Qi Li, Qi Li would shrink and show a look of pain on his face.

Qi tuantuan's eyes were cold and suddenly twisted the dagger stabbed into the middle-aged man's stomach.

"Ah! Master, master, help me!" the middle-aged man cried out in pain. At the same time, his face began to spread a trace of black gas, and even breathing began to become difficult.

The masked man was slightly stunned: "is the dagger poisonous?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man suddenly contracted his pupils: "yes, sir! The poison is so powerful that I can't suppress it at all! Sir, sir, please stop playing! Help me!"

Such a big man, but he couldn't help crying when he asked for the mask man.

Qi Tuan was shocked. From the interaction between the two teachers and disciples, she realized that she might have taken a hostage with a low status.

If the position of Xiao 17 in her heart can make her work hard, the middle-aged man she caught may only get a sigh from the masked man!

So unequal, how can she keep little seventeen?

At the same time, Qi Tuan was deeply impressed by the background of the masked man on the opposite side - there are few forces in the whole continent who can treat a quasi second-class herbalist as a grass mustard!

Qi Tuan Tuan pursed his lips and said coldly, "what else do you want?"

The masked man laughed: "he is a smart man who can match so many refined and gorgeous poisons at a young age."

Qi Tuan Tuan's face was expressionless and said, "just say it."

When the masked man heard the speech, he immediately showed an excited smile