The Abandoned Daughter of the Miraculous Doctor: Killing the Demon Emperor with a Kiss

The night is deep and the breeze is cool.

Lan Qingyu was wearing a black dress, which perfectly highlighted her increasingly charming figure.

Lan Qingyu's eyes were cold. She brought Huang Jue and came to the Lan family under the cover of night and under the starlight. She did not enter through the front door, but went through the backyard because the backyard was closer to the broken yard where she used to live.

The first thing he did when he returned to the Lan family was to destroy the dilapidated house and turn everything here into nothing.

Lan Qingyu's mother Wei Yang died and her biological brother was missing, so there was no need for them to stay. Besides, Lan Mojie hadn't destroyed the house for more than a month, probably because he was trying to find the Divine Medicine Book in it. But she just didn't agree with Lan Mojie's wish.

Lan Qingyu looked at the dilapidated house. She slowly pushed the door open and took a quick look at the house. It had not been lived in for a month and she thought there were spider webs everywhere, but there were none.

The room had the simplest furniture, a wooden bed for sleeping and a tattered table. These two things were everything in this home.

Now that the Miracle Doctor's Book has been taken away by me, it's time for this place to disappear.

Lan Qingyu put the wooden bed and the broken table together, flicked his fingertips, and bright red flames burned.

Just as Lan Qingyu was about to leave, he saw a brick under the wooden bed, which was quite strange.

Lan Qingyu's eyes flashed slightly, and he walked towards the brick.

It's not that there's anything strange about that brick, but it looks like it's been taken out by someone, and no matter how well it's disguised, there's still a little flaw.

Lan Qingyu took out the brick. There were layers of sand on the brick. After Lan Qingyu peeled off the sand, she saw a box underneath, a very ordinary box. She took it out, opened the box and took a look. There was only a butterfly-shaped bracelet inside, including this jade pendant with a gentle texture.

Holding it in the palm of my hand, it feels as if the jade pendant is alive.

Lan Qingyu couldn't help but feel surprised. He looked at the jade pendant over and over again, and found that in a particularly hidden corner of the jade pendant, the words "Lan Jing" were engraved!

Lan Jing!

It's a person's name!

The original owner did not have any memory of this name, but Lan Qingyu felt that this jade pendant would be useful one day in the future.

So she kept it and put it in the space.

The fire spread and thick smoke billowed.

Lan Qingyu had no reason to stay here any longer, so he went to the Dream Tower where the Blue Moon Pearl was.

The atmosphere in the dream building is very depressing!

But it was very quiet inside. Lan Qingyu looked at the decorations of Menglou and found that they were all carefully designed. Every item was very rare. Seeing this, Lan Qingyu thought that Lan Mojie was so partial to one and Lan Yuejiao and Lan Yuefei must be unwilling to accept this!

In this case, it would explain why the wound on Lan Yuezhu's face took so long to heal and even got worse.

After sorting out these things, Lan Qingyu did not go in. Instead, he left the Lan family and returned to Baicaotang. He found some things on the counter, mysteriously. Huang Jue looked at Lan Qingyu's behavior and found it a bit puzzling. He couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Qingyu, what are you doing?"

Lan Qingyu ignored Huang Jue and continued doing her own thing. Seeing that Lan Qingyu ignored him, Huang Jue disappeared.

You can tell what Lan Qingyu wants to do by looking at the herbs she took out.

Datura stramonium, Aconite, Red Orchid...

These are all poisonous herbs, Lan Qingyu's purpose is self-evident.

After collecting all the herbs, Lan Qingyu found the equipment to grind them into powder. Then, under the cover of night, she sorted the herbs, ground them into powder, and put them into white porcelain bottles.