After being reincarnated as a bad woman, I became my enemy?

Mi Xintong's voice became softer as she spoke, and she uttered Qi Zijin's last instructions in a weak voice.

"Uncle Qi said that when he saw your face at that time, he knew that you were determined to die... How dangerous the Zhou family is, he can count it when he sees you... So it is absolutely impossible for you to go , if Hang Yanling wakes up, the little senior sister who misses her the most is dead...he can't explain it."

"The senior sister that Hang Yanling misses the most is the second senior sister, not me!!!"

Zhou Qingying clenched her teeth, turned her head and was about to rush out of the room.

Although the Zhou family is far away, it is not impossible to go.

The only thing that can save Hang Yanling now is that uncle. If he had an accident in the Zhou family, wouldn't it be Hang Yanling or the Zhou family killed him?

"Stop."

Mi Xintong raised his hand, and the space was fixed again.

"return."

With the completely opposite direction and force, Zhou Qingying's body bounced back quickly. No matter how fast she rushed to the outside, how much force was borne by her legs at this time. After a stagger, Zhou Qingying fell on the ground on the ground.

"What do you want to do!!!"

"Stop the two of you."

Mi Xintong gritted her teeth tightly. This girl who was shy in front of others raised her head. The huge psychological pressure made it difficult for her to breathe, but she still braced herself and said to the two: "I trust Uncle Qi very much. ...I also promised Uncle Qi that no matter what, you two will not be put in danger—I promised this matter, and I will definitely do it. "

Fu Tianqing was so angry that he didn't call out: "It's not going to be this time, you still want to say something like going out and defeating you first!? Don't make trouble, okay?"

"Who's messing around?"

Mi Xintong murmured in a low voice: "If you can't even break free from my restraints... what's the use of going?"

"That's better than leaving my old Muggle there alone!? If you don't come back after two hours, who knows what's going on—"

"Uncle Qi can easily break free from my ability!"

Mi Xintong stared at her eyes, covered her heart, took a hard breath, and said: "I don't know what level of qi training or condensing essence is in your world. I don't know anything about these things. All I know is that Qi Uncle can easily break the limit of my superpowers - this alone is enough to show that he is much stronger than you... He can't come back on time, what use are you two?"

"What's the matter?"

Fu Tianqing looked at Mi Xintong in astonishment.

"You said my father...?"

"Uncle Qi once told me that he had been to a certain world, a world with true qi, monks, storage rings, magic weapons, and strict division of cultivation levels... This is exactly why I entered by mistake. The reason for this world, the reason for finding other traversers and bringing them back to Earth."

Mi Xintong sighed: "Brother Qi, trust uncle."

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Click, click, click.

Hongchi City was shaking all over.

A thunderous rumble exploded outside the city.

The green mist that originally symbolized the existence of the Zhou family disappeared.

There was a huge explosion sound from the mountain depression where the Zhou family lived.

A soaring beam of light went straight to the sky, turned into a killing intent, and turned into a rain of blood.

The members of the seven major families guarding outside Zhou's house retreated quickly after realizing that something was wrong, so they didn't care about setting fire.

The men in black from the Hua family stared blankly at the beam of light rising into the sky and the rain of blood falling down.

crazy.

That killing star went crazy.

She had heard this story in books.

Heard of this light, and this rain of blood.

That was when her grandmother, the head of the previous family was still alive.

The story she learned when she was still at the age when she was held in the arms of her grandmother and listened to the story.

When the grandmother of the Hua family was a 15-year-old girl, she once went to a new type of family that was dozens of times larger than the Hua family she belonged to. That family relied on the monopoly of Zijin wood to inflate the price of Zijin Dahuandan. And made a fortune, and secretly used human corpses to cultivate new Zijinmu.

Originally, it was the Hua family who brought their grandmother, who was at the age of marriage at that time, to discuss the marriage. A despicable upstart.

Those ugly ways of distributing wealth to the dead and the poor make the Hua family look down on them, but if they don't marry them in time, the Hua family may be eaten away in the struggle in Nanzhou.

Yes, the Hua family is too slow.

It was too late when they realized that those who monopolize Zijinmu can now have absolute financial power and voice in Nanzhou.

The other big families have already started the Zijinmu business and started their secret cultivation.

The Zijinmu in Nanzhou was quickly divided up, and the planting of Zijinmu was jointly banned by them.

The Hua family didn't bother to do this kind of business, but they had to find a merchant at the cost of sacrificing a daughter to marry to maintain their foothold in Nanzhou.

That day's grandmother waited blankly for her fate to be arranged, and that day's grandmother was waiting for her parents to bring out her fiancé whom she had never met to marry her.

The grandmother that day saw it coming up from the foot of the mountain.

Like a walking dead, his face was pale and his steps were slow.

He was dressed in jet-black plain clothes, and his eyes were red.

A beautiful fairy who is affectionate and mournful, but hides a deep killing intent.

Chapter 70

The huge beam of light bursting out from the center of the Zhou family shattered with a bang.

There was a patter of rain in the sky.

Dark red, rain like blood.

The dust that was washed up by the coming of the beam of light formed a cloud of gray mist in the Zhou family courtyard, and the dripping blood rain tore open the veil formed by the mist and fell into the ground.

Zijinmu, which was soaked in the rain, trembled, and Zhou Zimu's ghost, who was temporarily in Qi Zijin's place, wailed and roared.

Fairy tapped lightly, and placed herself in mid-air, condescendingly overlooking her master, who was covered in dust.

The blood rain created by her single-handedly dyed her hair red. Under the dark clouds and no skylight, the red woman no longer has the elegance that was called a fairy in the past, but looks like a lonely lonely Soul ghosts, like the poorest people in the world.

"Master."

Zishui's long hair drooped down, she looked down at Qi Zijin in the heavy rain, stretched out her left hand, and held some raindrops.

The blood-red raindrops fell on the palm, evaporated in an instant, and rose into a faint black mist.

It was cold, bleak, with small whispers, which were hard to hear.

"I've been preparing for this rain for a long time—I've been thinking about it all these years, if you're still alive and will appear in front of me one day, can you last until the moment when the sky clears up?"

"These rainwater is Yin spirit energy... Water, your spiritual source..."

"I'm fine, I take good care of myself, Master."

Zi Shui smiled gently, but combined with the blood-red drops of water that slid down his face, this softness also became glaring and frightening.

"Enjoy this rain that has been delayed for thousands of years - this is a gift from Tuer to you."

The green mist surrounding Qi Zijin was gradually eroded by the blood rain, and his vision became blood red.

The icy feeling penetrated the green mist and soaked into the body, and everything around him began to feel distant.

The low moaning in the blood became clearer and clearer.

If he resisted with all his strength, he should be able to hold on for a while, and go to Shui'er to stop her from doing stupid things, right?

Just when Qi Zijin raised his hand, ready to mobilize the slightly unfamiliar power that belonged to this world.

A youthful call stopped him.

"Master, Master?"

Qi Zijin turned his head in astonishment, and behind him was a bloody curtain formed at an unknown time.

Standing in the middle of the bloody water was a slightly lonely woman in a short purple skirt.

She has a delicate appearance and a thin body. The malnutrition in her childhood also left a bad influence on her as an adult.

Alone, she shouted and moved forward in the thick fog.

This is the purple water of youth...

Is this rain of blood an illusion?

Although Qi Zijin knew that this was not a real scene, seeing how helpless the young disciple was, he still couldn't help but turned around and walked to Zishui. Just as he was about to call her to stop, he saw Zishui in her girlhood go straight pierced through his body and walked behind him

Qi Zijin followed her back, but the scene behind her was no longer the Zhou family's compound, but a bright starry sky and a black purple gold tree.

The girl Zishui sat under the tree with her arms around her knees, staring blankly at the stars in the sky.

"This guy, probably took that guy Zimu to practice medicine somewhere again? He didn't come back and say a word."

The girl didn't speak, but her voice rang in Qi Zijin's ears.

"Oh, forget it, that kid Zimu becomes a helper earlier, it's much better than eating dry rice all day long."

Thinking like this, the girl leaned on the big tree that was still called the ghost crying tree by the world at that time, picked up a blade of grass on the ground, and played it gently between her lips.

Only two sounds of "噗" and "噗" were heard. What the girl played was not a moving tune, but an extremely difficult one, which could not even be called a tune.

The girl Zishui herself seemed to feel ashamed, threw the leaves aside in disappointment, and was about to find something else fun, but two sneaky people came from a distance.

【Um?Isn't it the broken arms that were healed today?What's wrong……】

Zishui wanted to go up to say hello, but seeing the frowning faces of the two of them, their expressions were not much better than when they were not cured.

[Forget it, maybe the master said something that shouldn't be said, I won't touch this bad luck for now. 】

Zishui made up his mind, and climbed up Zijinmu with two steps.Qi Zijin, who was standing under the tree, turned his head to look at the two people who came over.

There is only a vague impression of the appearance of these two people. I remember that they seem to be two brothers. Coincidentally, it is a colleague who broke his arm.

The two complained softly as they walked, and after walking under the tree and waiting for a while, a luxuriously dressed young master came slowly from a distance.

"Hey, let me see the arms of the two of you—it's amazing, hey, it's really healed?"

The Eldest Young Master walked up to the two sad-faced brothers, grabbed their arms, looked left and right, and asked curiously: "How many days will it be cured?"

"Back to young master, three, three days..."

"It's awesome, even the best doctor in my family, you have to rest for two weeks for that kind of injury, and that crappy doctor actually said that it can be cured, it's amazing."

The young master applauded excitedly, then took out an ingot of gold from his pocket and put it in his brother's hand.

"Come on, take it, this is what we agreed on at the beginning."

After receiving a lot of money, the sorrowful look on the faces of the two brothers lightened up a little. They both thanked each other a thousand times and turned their heads to leave.

But the young master stopped them.

"Wait, who told you to leave? Master, I still have something to say—"

"what?"

The elder brother who took the money just turned his head, but his neck trembled suddenly.

His throat was cut open by the invisible wind blade, and blood gushed out.

The young master opened his fan as if he had timed it right, blocked the spray of blood, fanned the wind and said leisurely: "Go to see that quack doctor again... make up an excuse, I heard that this The doctor has a wonderful medicine, I want to see if he has the ability to cure this fatal injury."

"Brother!!! Big brother!!!!!!"

"You, what's your name...Forget it, hurry up and carry your brother back, it's boring to be a corpse."

The young master smiled viciously, as if what he had just cut was not the throat of a living person, but the grasshoppers and flying insects he met on the side of the road, and his limbs could be torn off by his temper.

"Stop it, you bastard!"

Zishui, who was hiding in the tree, happened to encounter this scene, jumped down from the tree in a rage, and lowered his head to take care of his brother's injury.

Blood spewed out in large quantities, but fortunately, he was still breathing.

"Here, eat this."

Zishui took out a black pill from his pocket. It was the prototype of the Zijin Dahuan Pill researched by Qi Zijin at that time. It hadn't been mass-produced yet, and it was only tested in a small area.

And just as she took out the pill, the eldest young master suddenly rushed over and snatched the pill from Zi Shui's hand.