Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

The disciple who carried Li Zhi's body happened to live in the courtyard next door.

When Yun Ci and others arrived, he was squatting in front of some clusters of flowers in the courtyard with his back to the door, not knowing what he was looking at.

Naturally, the Hehuan Sect also has men, and the men in it are charming but not arrogant.

Yun Ci had an impression of his face. He had a chin with a beautiful groove and a less obvious mole under his lip.

The disciple who entered the courtyard did not look back. Zhi Qiuyue asked in confusion: "Junior Brother Yuan?"

Junior Brother Yuan’s name is Bai. He joined the sect a few years ago and has now established its foundation.

Yuan Bai looked back and saw a few people standing at his courtyard gate with some doubts: "Senior sister, what can I do?"

Zhi Qiuyue said warmly: "These fellow Taoists want to ask you something about Li Zhi."

When Yuan Bai heard Li Zhi's name, he lowered his head. He seemed to be sad because of Li Zhi's death. He said in a low voice: "Fellow Taoists, please ask."

Yun Ci glanced at him for a second, then Qiu Yue turned to look at Yun Ci, so she asked first, "Do you know about the gauze hanging in Li Zhi's room?"

"You know, she asked me to buy it a few days ago."

After building the foundation, you can enter the world. Many disciples who cannot go out often ask people to buy some things, which is a convenient matter.

"Then do you know why she bought it? Who did you buy it from?"

Yuan Bai paused and seemed to be thinking: "Junior sister Li Zhi told me a few days ago that she contacted someone to write this batch of yarn for her on the jade slips. I just need to go to the bookstore to get it."

Xi Xingyuan spoke up: "What bookstore? Can you see people who write poetry?"

"Yicheng Academy, I haven't seen it before. When I entered, someone from the store gave me something."

Yun Ci asked: "Then do you know why these yarns were not in Li Zhi's room on the day of her accident?"

Yuan Bai said nothing, only raised his head in confusion.

Yun Ci asked: "Why aren't those yarns in the room?"

"Why...not in...the room?" Yuan Bai repeated Yun Ci's words word for word, even his tone was similar to Yun Ci's.

He repeated it again. This time he stared at Yun Ci. Not only did his tone of voice be similar, but his voice even began to be close to Yun Ci's voice.

"Why...not in...the room?"

Yun Ci frowned and subconsciously formed a heart-clearing spell. Zhi Qiuyue beside him asked in confusion: "Junior Brother Yuan, what's wrong with you?"

But Yuan Bai ignored her and opened and closed his mouth, making a clicking sound when his upper and lower teeth collided.

Yun Ci's frown deepened.

The next moment, Yuan Bai suddenly rolled his eyes, revealing his white eyes, and his mouth was still clicking. He stumbled and said: "...I...don't know..."

A heart-purifying spell penetrated his sea of ​​consciousness, and he twitched.

His eyes remained blank, but his mouth stopped making strange sounds. He shook his body, stepped on the steps behind him, tripped and fell among the flowers.

Yuan Bai still rolled his eyes and said, "I don't know."

Another heart-purifying mantra.

Yun Ci quickly twisted her hand, and a palm-sized snowflake formed on Yuan Bai's head. Then she asked, "Who took those yarns?"

The snowflakes turned around and cast several heart-clearing spells. The hit Yuan Bai's hair was disheveled, he turned over among the flowers and stretched out his hands to pinch his neck.

His knuckles turned white, and soon his face turned red and veins popped out on his forehead.

Zhi Qiuyue quickly stepped forward to stop him, but Yuan Bai struggled in her arms.

It was clear that Zhi Qiuyue had pinched his hand, but he still seemed out of breath and his face gradually turned purple.

Yun Ci also stepped forward. Lu Ze took his pulse and closed his eyes to look at the meridians in Yuan Bai's body.

His face suddenly turned ugly: "Junior Brother Yuan, why doesn't he have a pulse?"

Yun Ci immediately created a soul-grabbing technique.

Several spells were struck from Yuan Bai's head one after another, and Yun Ci's face turned ugly. She raised her head and looked at Xi Xingyuan aside: "This person...has no soul at all."

At the same time, the painter who was imprisoned and trapped in the illusion suddenly fell to the ground and violently grabbed his throat.

"Wow—"

The acidic water in his stomach contained a brown fleshy worm and he vomited it on the ground.

Qin Shuangying and several elders were alarmed and ran into the dungeon.

The fleshy bug tossed a few times after landing, as if the air was poisonous to it.

Qin Shuang condensed a ball of water, wrapped the insect and slowly flew in front of her.

There is a red line on the brown body.

She took a closer look: "...Gu?"

Some elders also recognized it and asked doubtfully: "The Gu cultivator has obviously disappeared a hundred years ago. How could the Gu be planted on a mortal?"

Qin Shuangying looked at the Gu and thought deeply.

In the past, Gu cultivators also had a sect, but because their Gu cultivators and abilities were too mysterious, they were eventually regarded as aliens by some people with ulterior motives.

Since a Gu cultivator's sect was massacred a hundred years ago, all Gu cultivators have disappeared.

There are rumors that they have retreated to the miasmatic southern Xinjiang, and there are also rumors that they have become extinct.

Anyway, I have never heard of the deeds of Gu cultivators in a hundred years.

How could there be poisonous insects in mortals?

The painter spat out the poisonous insect and fell to the ground, whispering: "Flower..."

When the painter spit out the Gu worm, Yuan Bai suddenly broke away and grabbed Zhi Qiuyue's arm with his backhand.

He briefly regained consciousness: "Flowers... flowers..."

"What flower?"

Yun Ci wanted to ask again, but found that the man had died, and in the next second he turned into a flower stake as thick as an arm, thick at the bottom and thin at the top.

Countless strange-shaped flowers rise from it, approaching the door facing Zhiqiuyue.

Zhi Qiuyue saw her junior brother turned into a flower pot. She was so frightened that her hands shook and she threw the flower stake into the flowers.

"He said it, maybe it was me."

A familiar voice sounded from behind several people.

Yun Ci had already pulled out the lamp from the snow, and when the snowflakes exploded, he appeared behind the man at the courtyard gate.

When Xi Xingyuan heard the sound, he threw a few talismans with his backhand to form a trap.

In the golden light rising from the trap, the lamp in the snow drew a white afterimage, and was blocked by a hand when it was about to pierce the person's body.

The sword energy cut a scar at the tiger's mouth. Yun Ci subconsciously looked down and saw that the skin was not flesh and blood, but flower vines driven by each other.

"What a disobedient puppet. He actually told me at the last moment."

The person who came was wearing moon-blue clothes, with floor-length hair tied behind his back.

Hua Ao smiled strangely. He was still dressed as before, but his curvy body had become flat and his voice became hoarse and male-like: "You are very strange, you have..."

She held the sword blade close to Yun Ci and moved her nose.

At this time, Yun Ci also heard many whispering sounds coming from Hua Ao's throat. Two blue filaments like insect tentacles emerged from her brow, and her eyes turned into golden vertical pupils.

Hua Ao smiled and continued what he had just said: "Why do you have so many things in you? It's strange. You practice alone, and you seem to have many secrets in you."