The Harem Rescue Project

Xiao Lanle's image in front of people has always been beautiful and graceful, quite like a celestial family, how can she always look like a little bully in front of her.

Lin Qianshuang shook the cold hair erected on her back, and glanced at Xiao Lanle with a little puzzlement, watching her frown and help her lift the silver hair to clean up the wound, a little hesitant to move her hand, secretly happy. After a while, she felt comfortable to be smoothed, and she didn't bother to change back to her original body.

[Host, you have obtained the Tianshu mirror, do you use the Tianshu mirror now? 】

The sound of the system was suddenly accompanied by a burst of electric current.

Lin Qianshuang cocked his tail, comfortably put her small hairy claws on the pillow, closing her eyes and resting.

"Tell me the specific method of using the Tianshu Mirror, and how is Xuan Luowan's current situation."

[The target person#玄洛晚# is in good condition, the host can use the Tianshu mirror to resurrect the target person. 】

Lin Qianshuang looked at the dialog box that popped up unexpectedly, and questioned: "Is the two options so simple?"

[Yes, Tianshu mirror can directly go back in time, but it has its side effects. 】

She still wondered how it was so simple, and sure enough there was a trap in it.

"What side effects?"

[The time traced back by the Tianshu Mirror will be reflected in the original owner's body. 】

Lin Qianshuang's eyes were startled, "What does this mean, will it affect Mu Weiyin?"

[The host will know if you try it. Maybe you can ask the target person. 】

The system beeped a few times and no longer made any sound.

The Tianshu mirror and Hanchanqin in the storage jade slip are placed flat together.

Lin Qianshuang looked at the dialog box and quickly clicked No. She couldn't be sure what effect Tianshu Mirror's use of retrospective ability would have on the original owner, if Mu Weiyin had something to do with it, then she would have to die.

It is better to be cautious.

The moonlight on the horizon is as cool as water, the shadows of the trees outside the courtyard are disturbing, and the swaying branches reflected in the thin windows are like her heart restless.

Xiao Lanle was a little tired, lying beside the furry group who was asleep without heart. She knew that the senior sister had deliberately turned into the original form to embarrass her, but instead she was a little relieved, thinking that the senior sister would ignore it. She, but her reaction was much better than expected, at least willing to let her approach her.

There are many regrets in this world, but fortunately, in the midst of repeated misunderstandings and misunderstandings, she still has the opportunity to firmly grasp the people around her.

Xiao Lanle leaned sideways and hugged the curled up furry tightly, and her unpleasant warmth caused her lips to bend slightly.

In the eyes of those stubborn fools, this is a perfect layout to lead a snake out of the hole.

But in her eyes, the success of the plan is not important, it is just a guise, this is simply a marriage ceremony that belongs to them just and righteously.

Xiao Lanle's chin leaned slightly against the furry head of the little beast, and its pointed ears were trembling and obviously not asleep. It seemed that they were going to have insomnia together tonight.

Lin Qianshuang was tossed by several maids back and forth, wearing thick and cumbersome costumes one by one, and put on an extremely heavy phoenix crown on his head.

She looked at the face with the glamorous makeup smeared in the bronze mirror silently, and silently complained about Xiao Lanle. It was originally fake. Is it necessary to make it so grand.

Looking at the sky, Lin Qianshuang impatiently pushed aside the group of maids who were still arranging beads for her, lifted the skirt and pushed the door and left.

"Miss Lin, don't go so fast."

The maids chased after them, but the door slammed shut, blocking the anxious ones inside.

"Why come out so soon?"

The two monks in front of the sedan chair were stunned when they saw Lin Qianshuang walking out of the house in a small pace. Just as they opened the curtains, Lin Qianshuang had long since run away.

They remembered that this notorious demon repairer seemed to have just been punished, and his cultivation base was locked. Such a seriously injured person was so alive and well.

The two monks were speechless for a while, feeling that the head of Xiao was too worried, and sent them with a sedan chair to meet them.

Lin Qianshuang didn't even look at Xijiao, she pulled off her head and ran out the door, worrying that she might have missed the signal she had agreed with Du Shuang.

The skirt was too heavy and her cultivation base was sealed. When she came to the inner city of Tianshu, she was already sweating, and the makeup on that face was smeared. She simply took the towel and wiped it clean. Su face the sky and continued to trot forward.

In the Tianshu Temple, before the auspicious hour arrived, everyone from each sect was sitting at the banquet, talking and laughing, and suddenly a small servant rushed over and walked to Xiao Lanle out of breath. Bend and said:

"Head Xiao, that demon cultivator, that demon cultivator wore a red wedding gown and ran to the entrance of the inner city of Tianshu!"

Xiao Lanle frowned her eyebrows, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and said, "Don't panic, I'll just pick her up."

Chen Sanxuan, the head of the Sword Sect of Lingxiao, stroked his long beard, and looked at Xiao Lanle’s small expression on the surface that was serious but happily, and shook his head. Who is bad for this child? The magic repair.

Two kilometers.

One thousand meters.

Five hundred meters.

Lin Qianshuang felt that her physical strength was losing, and her calves were trembling and a little unsteady. Without her cultivation base, her body was weak and weaker than ordinary mortals.

A bright red shadow fell in front of her.

Different from her embarrassed appearance, Xiao Lan has a happy face and elegant makeup. The accessories around her waist make a clever and crisp sound as she steps. The cloud-like blue silk is tied by a red ink ribbon, dressed in a black and red dress. With her slender and moving body, the cuffs fluttered and fluttered as the sword swung down.

Xiao Lanle handed Lin Qianshuang a silk kerchief, and something flashed in her eyes and said, "Wiping my sweat, the clothes are all messed up."

Lin Qianshuang took the scented Sipa and said thank you. She wiped her sweat and looked at Xiao Lanle, but saw that her face was slightly blush, she seemed to pull her soft shoulders unconfidently. Hairline.

Xiao Lanle looked at Lin Qianshuang awkwardly for a while, then said shyly: "I'm dressed like this...does it look good?"

Lin Qianshuang dumbly remembered that when they first met in Demon Realm, she also handed a towel in the same way.

Unknowingly, the time passed so fast, and the relationship between them has never been the same as both enemies and friends.

"good looking."

Lin Qianshuang blurted out almost as soon as she had finished speaking. She felt that she was fooling the other party if she picked it up too quickly, and added, "It's really good-looking, I didn't tell lies."

Xiao Lan stared at Lin Qianshuang's face with scorching eyes, and said, "How does that compare with the first beauty in the Demon Realm?"

"..." Lin Qianshuang was a little speechless in her heart, and she talked about Master, but she smiled and praised it appropriately, "How can the Lord of the Demon Realm have the posture of the head of Xiao, the clear water lotus."

Xiao Lanle snorted, and then said, "How does that compare with City Lord Tianshu?"

Lin Qianshuang kept smiling and said softly: "Head Xiao, why should you compare yourself to others? There is only one Xiao Lanle in this world, and no one has your temperament and charm."

"Lin Qianshuang, you are so glib. No wonder, all these shameless women like you so much."

Xiao Lanle's tone was a bit sour. She turned her head and squatted slightly and said with a smile: "Now if your feet are sore and can't walk, I'll carry you, you are my lady, this one leads to the inner hall. I’ll walk slowly with you behind my back."

Lin Qianshuang felt that her face was thinner for the first time, and she was a little hot. He pulled the hem of the skirt and walked forward. With a big hand, he looked at the thousands of stone steps as if he was dead. Anyway, it's all fake, it's not just the last few hundred meters sprint, it's quite easy."

"Puff."

Xiao Lanle looked at Lin Qianshuang as she said and stumbled on the skirt of her skirt, and couldn't help laughing.

"What a laugh, if it's not that my cultivation base is gone, it would be so troublesome."

Lin Qianshuang turned her head a little annoyed, her lips were softly kissed by Xiao Lanle, she stiffened her body a little bit dumbfounded, her heart speeded up a little bit wrongly, and gradually calmed down.

"It's much quieter now."

Xiao Lanle looked at Lin Qianshuang's sluggish expression, and licked her lower lip contentedly. She flicked her big sleeves and hugged Lin Qianshuang, who was short-circuited for a while, pinched her waist and brought her eyes around. Smiled and said: "Since you don't want to be carried by me, then I can only carry you up."

Lin Qianshuang covered her face with her hands, thinking that Du Shuang would come to look for her at that time. If she saw her, she would be laughing crazy at the Tianshu Temple where she was so hugged by the younger sister.

After all, in Du Shuang's impression, Xiao Lanle was still the poor girl who was carried on her back and begged to see a doctor.

The monks on both sides of the banquet in the small square in front of the Tianshu Temple were talking very happily. When they saw the two walking up the steps, they all looked at Xiao Lanle with shocking eyes, and she covered her face in her arms to try to weaken. Lin Qianshuang with a sense of presence.

A cultivator tutted and said, "What kind of style is this! Although it's a good acting, Xiao Zhangmen is too serious about it, and he embraces this demon cultivator in his arms so intimately."

Another cultivator said with emotion: "Head Xiao's sacrifice is too great, and this play can be regarded as a good show to the group of people in Tianshu City."

The monk sitting among them agreed with the monk beside him and said, "Yeah, if I hold the murderer's father and the enemy, I can't wait to throw this demon cultivator directly from the height of the steps, and it makes her nose and face swollen. The master’s concentration is so strong, it’s no wonder that being able to sit as the head of the Penglai Immortal Sect can be treated differently by the other four sect masters."

The monk slapped him on the shoulder and joked: "This fellow Taoist, that demon is so slender as a flower like a jade, you don't have pity on him like this."

The other cultivator drank a bit, and said with a sober expression that saw the facts clearly: "No matter how good it looks, it is also a magic cultivator. If you are righteous cultivators and this evil sect and crooked road squad mixed together, isn't it just seeking death?"

...

Lin Qianshuang listened to the group of monks whispering, and said to Xiao Lanle: "Headmaster Xiao, haven't you heard? That group of people are all talking about it. By the way, you are a righteous model who embraces magic cultivation. ."

"Do what they do."

Xiao Lanle glanced at the group of monks and said: "I have arranged everything, you just need to be by my side, no one will hurt you."