General, Madam Called You To Farm

The woman in green didn't want to fight Gui Ji, so she said her farewell and left unwillingly.

Gui Ji said to Jing Yi: Xiao Langjun, men should pay attention to safety when they go out alone, I will take you back!

Jing Yi looked at her warily.

Gui Ji smiled charmingly: Don't worry, my sister is a good person.

Jing Yi watched her touching his hand, and fell into deep doubt.

...

When Wei Ting and Su Xiaoxiao returned to Baihua Palace, Jing Yi was already in the Mistress's Lingxiao Palace.

Wei Ting came over first and saw Jing Yi sitting on the stone bench in the yard: Why are you earlier than us? Where's Su Mo? He's looking for you.

Jing Yi's whole body tensed up: I didn't touch it.

Mother. Wei Ting greeted the palace master.

Is Xiaoxiao okay? The Palace Master asked with concern.

Wei Ting sighed: The saint is hurt too badly, she feels a little uncomfortable.

Gui Ji smiled and asked Wei Ting, Young Lord, why didn't you say hello to me?

Take your hand away! The Palace Master said coldly.

Gui Ji resentfully let go of Jing Yi's arm.

Jing Baobao hastily moved towards the palace lord.

Palace Master: Also, if you dare to talk nonsense to my son, I will pull out your tongue!

Gui Ji smiled charmingly, and looked at the Palace Mistress with her chin on her hands: Understood, I will only talk sweetly to my sister from now on.

The Palace Master closed his eyes and held back his anger.

Soon, Su Mo also came back.

Gui Ji's eyes lit up again: Mr. Pluto is really handsome.

Sect Master Gui Ji.

Su Mo greeted him in a regular manner.

Gui Ji smiled and said, Call me Sister Gui Ji.

Su Mo: ...

The palace lord asked Gui Ji, Are you still leaving?

Gui Ji coquettishly said: Is this how you send your people back safely, and you just drive them away like this? My sister will be sad if I do this.

The palace lord was most annoyed by other people talking like this, she resisted the urge to slap this woman to death, and looked at her coldly.

Feeling the murderous intent of the Palace Master, Gui Ji said angrily: Well, well, there is a reason for her to stay, the oiran of the Drunk Life Dream Pavilion, who practiced the unique kung fu that my Xiaoyao Sect only passed on to the previous masters, If any of you are injured, I can go and see.

The palace lord asked: Why does she know your Xiaoyaozong's exercises?

Gui Ji emphasized: It's a practice that is only passed on to previous masters! Don't look at me, it wasn't taught by me, nor my master.

It's Xia Houyi.

Wei Ting said.

Ghost Ji snorted.

Wei Ting muttered: All the martial arts on the island come from Xia Houyi's family, and Xia Houyi has a lot of secrets in his hands.

Gui Ji was a little surprised: Second Master? Be obedient, who did I offend tonight?

The palace lord stood up and glanced at Gui Ji: Didn't you say to go and have a look? Why don't you come soon?

Gui Ji smiled slightly: Here we come!

Inside the wing.

Su Xiaoxiao wiped off the dirt and blood on the Saintess, and changed into dry pajamas.

Trauma has also been dealt with.

But in the end, her dantian was destroyed by a suicidal move, and her qi and blood were also exhausted.

Her life was rapidly passing by.

Little.

The palace lord brought Gui Ji inside.

Su Xiaoxiao turned her head and called sadly: Mother.

The palace lord took her hand distressedly, and said softly, Let Gui Ji see Cheng Xin.

Su Xiaoxiao stood up obediently.

Gui Ji looked enviously at the hand being held by the palace lord's sister, sighed, and touched the saint's dantian with her fingertips.

The internal force has been sucked dry, and even the dantian is broken. It is hopeless.

Su Xiaoxiao asked suspiciously: Did her internal energy be sucked dry?

She always thought that the saint was deprived of martial arts.

Gui Ji said: That's right, there's not even a single bit left, if you inhale more, you'll become a mummified corpse.

The palace lord frowned: Is this the unique skill of your Xiaoyao Sect?

Gui Ji shook her index finger: It's only passed on to the master's unique technique, and ordinary disciples are not qualified to practice it.

Su Xiaoxiao's eyes turned cold.

The Palace Master said: That person is not from the Xiaoyao Sect, but should be Xia Houyi's minion.

After finishing speaking, she looked at Gui Ji again, You really can't help it?

Gui Ji said: If her dantian has not been destroyed, I can give her a year or two of skill to restore her foundation and prevent her from becoming a useless person. What a pity.

The palace lord said: Use my skill, try first, if you can't, you won't lose.

Gui Ji sighed: You can't use it, you have to use your own skills.

I'll go out first.

Su Xiaoxiao wants to enter the pharmacy.

After she came back, she went in three times, but she didn't find any new wound medicine.

But she wanted to try again.

Su Xiaoxiao came to the study and closed her eyes.

...can't get in!

Boom boom boom.

Someone knocked on the door.

Su Xiaoxiao said seriously: Who?

It's over today.

The slave killer said expressionlessly.

Su Xiaoxiao opened the door and carried Wei Xiaobao over.

The strange thing is that Wei Xiaobao fell asleep early when playing at this hour in the past.

Tonight, she opened her dark eyes wide and was extremely energetic.

Wei Xiaobao was lying in his mother's arms, and he opened his mouth milkily: Wow~

Su Xiaoxiao sighed lightly.

Suddenly, Su Xiaoxiao found that Wei Xiaobao was holding a small golden bottle in his hand.

Is this—you gave her?

she asked the slave-killer.

Killing the slave was still expressionless: It's not me. When I went to hug her, she had it in her hand. She played all night!

Why is there a bit of resentment in this tone?

Su Xiaoxiao said to Wei Xiaobao: Can I show my mother?

Wei Xiaobao hesitated for a moment, but still gave the golden bottle to his mother.

Su Xiaoxiao stuffed Wei Xiaobao back into the arms of the slave.

Killing slaves: Today's task has been completed...

Su Xiaoxiao: For tomorrow.

Without a word, Killing Nu took Wei Xiaobao to play.

Su Xiaoxiao unscrewed the bottle cap vigorously, and a strong medicinal fragrance came out.

It's medicine from the pharmacy!

He didn't expect that he didn't get it, but Wei Xiaobao got it.

Su Xiaoxiao hurried to the house of the saint.

Inside the bottle is a golden pill, which looks like it was taken orally.

But still have to try.

Su Xiaoxiao scraped a little off with a spoon, and was about to taste it when a slender jade-like hand clasped her wrist.

Wei Ting bent down and put the medicine into his mouth with her hand.

After a while, he said, It's the medicine.

Su Xiaoxiao's eyes moved slightly.

The saint couldn't bear the internal force, so Su Xiaoxiao crushed the golden pill, mixed it with water, and fed it to the saint through nasal feeding.

Half an hour later, the saint's dantian began to heat up.

Gui Ji came over from the next door yawning, stretched out her hand to feel the pulse of the saint, suddenly she was jolted, and instantly woke up!

The dantian has been repaired a lot... How is this possible? What kind of elixir did you give her?

Gui Ji has been on the island for so many years, and she has never seen half of her dantian damaged within an hour.

Okay, you guys go out.

She is about to start healing the saint.

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It was dawn.

The door opened from the inside.

Gui Ji came out with a pale face.

The Palace Master, Su Xiaoxiao, Wei Ting, Su Mo, Jing Yiquan and others were in the courtyard.

A puppet... how many people care about it...

Gui Ji was surprised, but felt it was reasonable.

Back then, she was as humble as an ant, and she also rescued her.

Gui Ji said calmly: Her foundation is preserved, and I'm tired too, so I'll go back and rest first.

Su Xiaoxiao thanked her sincerely.

When passing by the palace lord, the palace lord said, Thank you, Guiji.

Gui Ji smiled slightly: With my sister's words, everything is worth it.

After getting into the carriage, Gui Ji lay down tiredly.

The accompanying female disciple covered her with a quilt distressedly: Sect Master, why not use Palace Master Yun's skill? It is obviously usable.

Gui Ji smiled: I am reluctant to use her skill.