Quick Travel: After dressing up as a villain, he is bound to the childbirth system

Chapter 661 Born with Sword Bones, Little Master Uncle x2 Paranoid Cultivation 4

Zhu Baishao took out a jade box from his Qiankun bag and handed it to him, "This contains ointment specifically for treating external injuries. It is more suitable for mortals who have not practiced cultivation than elixirs."

The jade box is crystal clear, and the light green ointment inside can be vaguely seen. The brilliance is hidden, and it does not look like an ordinary thing.

Zhao Qing froze on the spot, and soon his eyes turned red again.

He bit his lip and said, "Sister Fairy, you are such a good person."

Zhu Baishao, who likes to mention the good person card: "..."

Fortunately, she had a somewhat cold temperament, so Zhao Qing didn't notice any clues.

Zhao Qing realized that the immortal cultivator in front of him was not as high-ranking as the rumors in the market, so he cautiously said: "Sister Fairy, can I take the ointment back and show it to my family? I want to tell them that I met today..."

As he spoke, he blinked his eyes, looking very excited and shy.

Zhu Baishao squatted down, her eyes were level with him, and reached out to flick the bun on his side, "But didn't you realize that you were also injured?"

Zhao Qing touched her face, "I'm fine, I..."

Zhu Baishao looked at him with her clear eyes, as if she had seen through his inner thoughts, making all the calculations in his heart invisible and allowing him to swallow what he said next.

That's right, after Zhaoqing was abandoned, he grew up begging in the streets and alleys. At a young age, he already understood the harshness of the world and the warmth of human relationships.

When Zhu Baishao asked him the first question, asking him if he wanted to help, he quickly judged that the girl in front of him was not a bad person, and good people are generally sympathetic. He took some care of him.

Like this box of ointment.

Zhao Qing was not sure how popular an ointment that was made by immortal cultivators and looked like an extraordinary product would be in the mortal world.

But he had heard that someone just picked up a fragment of the immortal cultivator's magic weapon, and was snatched by Jianghu sects to take it into his sect.

If he used it well, he felt that with this box of ointment, he could embark on the path of cultivating immortality.

However, he seemed to be a little too eager, and the girl saw through it.

Zhao Qing's body slowly tensed up, and the hand holding the jade box slowly tightened.

Is she going to take it back?

There was a ruthless look in his eyes, which slowly turned into helplessness and confusion.

The girl in front of him was an immortal cultivator and possessed great power. How could he have the right to think like this?

The original owner was a person with a pure heart and a pure and kind nature.

How could it be possible to embarrass a mortal boy?

So Zhu Baishao frowned and asked him directly, "Your heart seems to be different from what you said. Just now, my spiritual sense detected that you want something from me. What else do you want?"

Zhao Qing bit his lip and looked up, with a bit of horror in his eyes. This was the first time he knew that monks could probe the hearts of mortals and learn other people's inner thoughts.

He was somewhat thankful that he suppressed the negative emotions in his heart and did not have any outrageous thoughts.

Zhao Qing held the box of ointment tightly, "...I, I want this box of ointment..."

Zhao Qing held his breath unconsciously as he asked for something from a monk who could take his life with just a flick of his hand.

Zhu Baishao's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and Zhao Qing's heartbeat became faster when he mentioned it.

"Didn't I give it to you?"

The girl asked in confusion, leaving Zhao Qing stunned on the spot, her lips slightly opened.

She gave him the ointment, but he only thought it was for him to use, but she actually gave it all to him?

Zhao Qing's mood suddenly became complicated.

He wanted to say something, but his stomach growled first.

"You are hungry?"

I wish Bai Shao had gone off grain long ago, so naturally there was no food in the Qiankun bag.

Zhao Qing was now truly convinced that the girl in front of him was a good person, so he no longer deliberately set up a personality for himself, but nodded directly.

Zhu Baishao looked at him and realized that he didn't have the physique of a boy of the same age. He looked thin and thin.

"Broken snow."

She just looked up at the dense forest, and the Snow-Breaking Sword hidden behind her turned into a stream of light and flew out.

"The sword flew away on its own!"

After all, Zhao Qing was just a child. He had heard rumors about monks, but today was his first real contact with them. When he saw the Snow-breaking Sword flying away by itself, his eyes were full of surprise.

"It doesn't matter, it will come back on its own."

Zhu Baishao was dressed in snow clothes and looked deserted, but he was actually very talkative.

Zhao Qing no longer restrained himself now, he asked, "Why does the sword fly by itself?"

Zhu Baishao answered matter-of-factly: "It has a name, Po Xue. It gave birth to a sword spirit, and then it has its own consciousness. It can fly on its own if it wants to."

Zhao Qing didn't know how serious he was.

With just two words, the Snow-Breaking Sword flew back at great speed, throwing off two fat hares from the sword.

Zhu Bai Shao didn't need to take action, a few piercing sword lights flashed through and the rabbit was skinned and cleaned up.

The core of the Snow-Breaking Sword is the system, so it still likes to circle around her like it does in the system space, bringing up a stream of cold air while practicing.

The blade of the sword was extremely cold, and the blood stains from the slaughter of the hare froze into ice crystals and slipped off the sword without even needing to be cleaned.

Zhao Qing was dazzled by what he saw, and his yearning for the world of immortality was even greater than before.

Without Zhu Baishao's help, Zhaoqing consciously found dead branches, but when it came time to light a fire, he encountered difficulties again.

The fire seal he was carrying had fallen off the cliff from the broken medicine basket.

Zhu Baishao noticed his embarrassment and tilted his head, "What's wrong?"

"The fire fold is lost."

Zhao Qing's voice was a little soft. He had already taken a few steps and was looking for a stone suitable for drilling wood to make fire or making fire.

"Oh I got it."

Zhu Baishao performed a fire-making trick and lit the pyre.

Zhao Qing turned around when he heard the sound of burning firewood and saw the girl sitting on the stone.

Mottled sunlight falls between the ancient branches and leaves, and shines on the girl's body. Her fairylike posture is graceful and refined.

There was flame light dancing in the girl's dark pupils, crystal clear and shimmering.

Zhao Qing was dumbfounded.

It was the first time he met such a good-looking person.

He lowered his head and saw his torn straw sandals and the two toes sticking out of the straw sandals. His clothes were not only patched, but also torn and dirty...

For the first time, Zhao Qing felt ashamed of herself, and her eyes couldn't help but dim.

All in all, Zhu Baishao had not roasted anything in the wild for a long time. At this time, she turned the rabbit meat, sprinkled some herbal seasonings, and watched the dripping oil being licked by the tongue of fire, making a sizzling sound, and then the fragrance filled her. I was actually a little greedy.

"Why don't you come over?"

Only then did Zhu Baishao realize that Zhao Qing's eyes turned red again at some point. She made a magic trick to let the branch with two hares strung on it hang in the air and continued to roast it on the fire while she walked up to him.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Qing suddenly stepped back and tripped over a green vine. His thin body staggered and almost fell down.