Female student: I'm sorry, the prince is mine.

No. 10, Wormwood Lane, Langzhou.

It was the night of the full moon, and the tides came and went, pulling the restraints in the body and causing a dull pain. Because the cause and effect in the world had been touched, all the five elements were drawn out. The body was hot and cold, feeling suffocated. Xuanqing also staggered out of the side door. When I returned home, I went straight into the hot spring in the backyard. Once I touched the spring water, the rushing aura in my body became slightly quieter.

This time she came back, the restraint in his body was so restless.

His heart was beating wildly, as if there was a dragon swimming in his body that was constantly hitting his atrium. He worked hard to adjust his breath, and the water mist rose and condensed into strings of water droplets hanging in his dark hair. When the evening breeze blew, the water droplets followed the contours of his face and slowly flowed down from his neck with bulging veins.

About an hour passed, and Xuan Qing finally calmed down the churning energy and blood.

At this time, he heard the door to the backyard creak open, and Xuan Qing glanced with his peripheral vision, it was him.

"Master, are you injured again?" The visitor came over hurriedly, holding a snow-white bath towel and a fox fur cloak in his hands.

"Master, how many times do you want me to tell you, before that person swings a knife at you, you must not kill him first, otherwise you will be injured if the restraint is moved..."

"My Lord, do you think your heart can still bear this?" The person stretched out a thick arm and was about to press it on Xuan Qingyi's chest. Xuan Qingyi waved his long arm and said, "Pa" He opened the other party's hand and said, "That's embarrassing."

Wu Shen retracted his hand angrily. In his previous life, he had become a eunuch for no apparent reason. He spent all day worrying about the Holy Emperor's daily life, so he was very verbose.

The personal bodyguard of his dignified master followed him through countless reincarnations. There were always a few times when he accidentally turned into a fake eunuch, wearing an orchid finger all day long. It was hard to pretend at first, but then he got used to it, and this time he became the chief guard of such a large mansion. This role change was too fast, and he still needed some time to get used to it. With this thought in mind, he took back the orchid finger that he couldn't help but extend.

Why! He is so difficult!

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"She was born." Xuan Qing also lowered his head, his eyelashes casting a shadow on his face, completely ignoring Wu Shen's ups and downs of heart.

The moonlight was very bright, but it was not clear whether his expression was happy or sad. He looked thoughtfully at the ripples slowly spreading in the night wind: "I violated the ban because I used my divine power to set her bones. "

Wu Shen took a breath of air. "Using divine power" was said so easily, but that meant giving one's life to the other party. How could this half-hearted body, which was neither human nor divine, be able to withstand the fate of its master? You lost your life to practice cultivation again. How scary.

Wu Shen glanced at his master who was concentrating with his eyes closed, and silently said "I'm sorry" in his heart. He hurried over in a hurry. In fact, he was also thinking about the god who was finally born.

"The god has come to the world? All the bones are broken..." Before he could finish speaking, Xuan Qingyi struck him with a cold eye knife, and forcibly said the words "Are you naked" at the back? He swallowed it back, not because he had no sympathy, but mainly because if he only cut off one or two, their master would not have violated the prohibition and used his divine power to heal the injury.

These two miserable mandarin ducks.

No, it seems that the deity is suffering more. Every time he is finally born, what kind of things are he given to him? It's good if the opponent's head doesn't fall off. Once he was born, half of his neck was gone, and he was picked up by his master. After keeping watch for three days and three nights, the god came back to life. His master's supernatural power was almost removed, and he continued to swim in the hot spring. It took five days and five nights of treatment to save my life. He was the only one waiting by my side. Oh...it was so miserable...

"She doesn't look well. She is thin this time and she is just a teenager. Please inquire when you come in and out."

"Yes!" Wushen responded.

"Also, she is currently the eldest daughter of the Nanshan family. You should change your habit of calling her the God of God. The people of South Vietnam are still immature. Don't cause unnecessary trouble to her because of your title." Xuan Qing also said He ordered with his eyes closed. Every time he failed to find her in reincarnation during these thousand years, his heart would twist into a ball.

"Okay, please don't worry, Master." Hey, look at this worried look.

Fortunately, the master knows how to use his divine power now, otherwise he would have to be like what he did thousands of years ago. In order for the god to be born smoothly, he would directly contribute all his divine power and cause himself to be completely destroyed. Hurry up and slow down. It took thousands of years of cultivation to finally take shape again.

During those years, fortunately, he always took care of the deity in the human world and helped her survive several reincarnations safely. Otherwise, the master would probably die of grief when he came back from cultivation.

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While he was talking, he saw a black shadow flying in from outside the wall. His eyes suddenly stood up, he put down the bath towel in his hand and rushed in the direction of the visitor.

When he grabbed the black figure, he discovered that it was Zhao Yi, the leader of Qianwei in the mansion. His face was as white as a freshly baked steamed bun in the moonlight, and he was covering his right chest with one hand, with some dark spots on it. liquid: "Chief Guard..." As soon as Zhao saw Wu Shen and knew that he had returned home safely, his vision went dark and he fainted.

"Zhao Yi! Zhao Yi!" Wushen shook the fainted Zhao Yi. Seeing no response, he exchanged glances with Xuan Qingyi, immediately placed him in a wing not far away, and then flew to Xiyuan. .

After a while, Wu Shen carried an old man with a white beard in his hand to the side room. The medicine boy behind him was out of breath chasing him. This old man with the white beard was Mr. Lan, the doctor of the government. After he cut off Zhao Yi's clothes, The medicine boy is about to arrive, his face covered with sweat.

"I just told you to exercise more. You are very weak." Mr. Lan said to the medicine boy while checking Zhao Yi's injury.

Wu Shen stretched his neck and took a look, only to see that Zhao Yi was bitten by a dart in front of him. Mr. Lan took a tool and removed the dart first. He saw that the blood on the dart was dark red, indicating that he was poisoned. .

"Mr. Lan, are the darts poisonous?" Wu Shen looked at the red and black blood and said worriedly.

"Isn't it?" Mr. Lan's eyes flashed sharply, and while his hands were constantly flying to deal with Zhao Yi's wounds, he said: "Miaojiang Curare Wood, also known as, seals the throat when it sees blood."

"Miaojiang?" A low and cold voice cut through the heavy atmosphere in the wing. The wing was small and filled with the smell of blood. This sound seemed to disperse the smell of blood: "Wushen, send someone to clean up immediately. You can lead it yourself. People go and live.”

"Yes!" Wu Shen went out immediately.

"Sir, do you have any antidote?"

"Don't worry, Master. I have to travel half my life in Miao territory before you save my life. Curare is not incurable."

I saw Mr. Lan take out some grass leaves from the medicine box, with dark red on the gray-green leaves, and handed them to the medicine boy beside him: "This is the red-backed bamboo stalk grass. Remember it clearly, crush it and give it to Zhao Ling." Apply it on the soldiers." He took out a brown pill and gave it to Zhao Yi to take. Then he stood up and bowed to Xuan Qingyi: "If nothing else happens, Zhao Yi will wake up in two hours, and the old man will be here to accompany him. Master, please go back to Tingfeng Court to handle the affairs."

"Okay, thank you sir."

Xuan Qing also glanced at Zhao Yi and saw that some color had returned to his face, so he turned around and walked towards Tingfeng Courtyard.

Before a stick of incense could be seen, Wu Shen dragged a man dressed as a businessman in. This man was dressed like a man from the south of the Yangtze River. Hanging up, he threw the person to the ground with an angry look on his face: "Master, forgive me, he took a careless step and got himself killed."