The witch conquered the whole world with her death

Chapter 38 Gossip
"I heard that the Second Elder has something important to tell me?" An Muli walked out slowly with a gauze covering her face.

The warm yellow light illuminated her face, and her silver eyes were shining slightly.

Means unknown.

The second elder was shocked: "How is it possible?!"

impossible……

The poison was found by him with a lot of effort, isn't it said that there is no solution?

how come? !

Pretend, must be pretend!

The second elder's heart suddenly became firm, and he bowed and said: "Recently, there have been rumors in the Demon Sect that the sect master is seriously injured. If the sect master is healthy, he should speak out, instead of letting the situation develop and disturbing the people in the sect."

The second elder made a bow but did not bow his head. He raised his head slightly and looked into An Muli's deep eyes.

Normally, she would not dare to do this.

But since it is a sick cat, why should she be afraid?
Hua Mian was listening, and couldn't help but sneered: "It's just some gossip, don't tell me that all the elders who are busy with their daily affairs come here late at night just for this matter."

The meaning of ridicule can be said to be quite sufficient.

The second elder held back his anger and did not explode for the time being.

"She is a distinguished guest invited by the sect master. Isn't it really inappropriate for this girl to interfere in my demon sect's internal affairs like this?" The third elder silently supported.

An Muli smiled gently and said, "Miss Mian has always been like this. If you elders have nothing else to do, you should step back."

"This..." The seventh elder was a little embarrassed.

She didn't want to take this muddy water today, but she didn't want to leave just like this since they're all here.

"Rumors are sometimes more terrifying than certain injuries." The second elder continued, "If people in the Demon Sect are panicked, it is naturally not a good thing."

Qingyuan complained in a low voice: "The old woman who grinds and chirps!"

The girl lowered her head slightly, muttered something in a low voice, her mouth slightly raised.

What she wanted to do was written all over her face. Wouldn't it be better to just say it directly?
Everyone's five senses were very sensitive, and the face of the second elder, who was the closest, turned dark.

Hua Mian embraced Qing Yuan's shoulders with a smile, and dragged her into the inner room of the main hall.

Qingyuan stared.

Hua Mian pressed her little head: "Little maid, you were a little impulsive just now."

"I know I was wrong..." Qing Yuan twisted her fingers together and bit her lower lip, "But you left the Lord there alone..."

"It's okay." Hua Mian said that his mouth was a little dry, so he simply poured a cup of tea and took a few sips.

In order to establish a character in front of Tuanzi, she kept talking for several years.

When she went out later, when she heard the elders arguing with Qing Yuan, An Muli happened to get up from the bed.

The erythema on the woman's face has faded a lot, and you can't see anything unless you look carefully, and the "black line" on the neck has faded.

It's just that his face is obviously pale.

"Please wait for me for a while, I need to change clothes." An Muli confessed.

Huamian agreed at the time.

Now that An Muli has gone out, that person must have a countermeasure.

On the contrary, Qingyuan's words of curse in front of those stubborn old men were a bit dangerous. If the rude sixth elder came up and started tearing her apart, the little girl would probably be gone.

Huamian didn't want to smell the smell of blood for the time being.

"It's like this, little maid, can you give me some reward for curing your sect master?" Hua Mian slowly sat down on the wooden chair and asked directly.

"I have to ask the Lord about this." Qingyuan replied, paused and then said shyly, "I'm sorry, I... I thought you were that traitor before, and it was my fault for treating you badly."

Hua Mian raised her eyebrows and stroked the rim of the teacup with her fingertips, beckoning her to continue.

(End of this chapter)