Rebirth of the sickly loli with special hobbies

"Gudong." The sound of someone swallowing saliva woke up the stunned people. Then they all looked around with cold sweat, not daring to look at the shapeless blood man and the red shadow with a happy smile on his face.

Some people silently rubbed their arms with goosebumps, some people were pale and tried to resist the urge to vomit, and some people quietly retreated and ran away when they saw that the situation was not good. Before I knew how long I would have to wait like this, I saw the petite and pretty red figure took back the strangely shaped salt shaker in her hand and said maliciously: "Do you like your new look? If not, I can change it."

The pillar trembled slightly, and the heart-wrenching pain was immediately magnified and unbearable. But he didn't even have the strength to bite his tongue to commit suicide.

Kill me!

Qin Li's eyes bulged and widened to the limit. He really couldn't stand it anymore.

"Don't move, it's all coming out." The girl gently pressed the corner of the lung that had been exposed back into the thin layer of flesh. She looked at the blood on her hands, washed them with ice water, and smiled at him again.

Qin Li couldn't even utter a word, only the hatred in his heart kept surging, making him lose his mind more and more.

Ye, You, Ran!

His eyes were bloodshot like a demon, wishing to eat her flesh and drink her blood. The last string in his brain had broken! He suddenly struggled violently. The blood clots on his body kept falling and splattering, but he opened his mouth full of dry blood and laughed silently. At this moment, he watched himself shatter into pieces of blood mud with his own eyes in pain.

He looked at her madly and silently, full of hatred and pleasure. He could finally be free.

I will find you. Qin Li's eyes clearly conveyed these words.

The girl just stared at the blurry blood and his gradually losing luster eyes, and said softly and expectantly: "Let's continue next time we meet."

Qin Li couldn't help but tremble, and he was out of breath the next second.

Ye Youran chuckled and stroked the corner of her mouth. She always cared more about those who cared about her life.

She waved her hand, and the ancient cold turtle sensed the call of its master in its heart. Ignoring the screams of King Yellow Ape, it crushed it with one foot and returned to her with the Wind Leopard.

It transformed into a small dark green turtle, spitting out a few ice chips from its mouth, and quickly cleaned itself, especially the soles of its feet, rubbing them again and again, then slowly climbed onto Ye Youran's outstretched hand, and lay on her right shoulder along her arm.

Humph, it is an elegant and gentlemanly turtle.

Seeing its cute and contrasting appearance, Ye Youran couldn't help but stroke its little head. The ancient cold turtle stretched out its neck, wagged its little tail, and obediently let its owner stroke it.

Feng Ming Bao also jumped into her arms, arched his head, and his golden eyes were full of water and asking for caress.

Ye Youran loved the way these little creatures acted like spoiled brats. She stretched out her hand to scratch the little black panther's chin, listening to its comfortable humming sounds, and squinted her eyes in pleasure.

Then, she seemed to have thought of something. Amidst everyone's stunned gazes, she immediately locked her eyes on the white-bearded old man who was supported by the beautiful woman, and smiled meaningfully.

Yao Lao's heart trembled suddenly.

Fang Qiner supported him carefully. Seeing his arms trembling, she was angry and felt sorry for her master. She said angrily, "What else do you want? The sacred grass and sacred beasts are all yours. We won't fight with you for them. What else do you want to do by looking at my master like this?"

Unexpectedly, the girl in red smiled faintly and said, "Of course, I can do whatever I want."

Such arrogant and presumptuous words made people angry and helpless. Fang Qin'er's face turned red, and Yao Lao held her back and stopped her from saying anything.

I thought the girl would take action directly, but I heard her continue: "I only ask you one question. If you answer truthfully, you will live. If you don't tell me, you can guess what will happen to you." The slightly elongated ending tone made people imagine.

Yao Lao unconsciously looked at the pool of blood and flesh not far away, his body trembling non-stop. He had lived for so many years, and this was the first time he had seen the making of a human stick so enjoyable and obsessed at such a close distance, even the texture of a trace of flesh and blood, the shape of a drop of blood, could be seen clearly. It was terrifying.

"How did that man get down here? Answer me." Ye Youran asked softly, "I'll only give you a second to think about it."

Before she could count down, Yao Lao replied eagerly: "That man is from the upper position. He can only be projected down when he reaches a certain level of strength. However, his strength will be suppressed to the level of a god, and he cannot bring any magic beasts or spiritual weapons."

Ye Youran stroked Feng Mingbao's head leisurely, and glanced at him when she heard this.

Yao Lao seemed to be frightened and shouted: "What I said is true! But... But I really don't know how he came down. If you kill him in the projection, it will cause damage to his body but not kill him. He is still alive! You, you..."

"Then who knows?" Ye Youran interrupted him and said coldly.

Yao Lao understood what was said, but he was hesitant to speak. When he saw the girl's hand stroking the beast paused, he suddenly said in surprise: "Alliance Master, Lord Alliance Master, you should know."

"Did you hear that?" the girl said calmly.

The purple-clothed young man took over the conversation and said calmly: "I heard it."

"Yeah." Ye Youran teased the little turtle on her shoulder and said nothing more.

Song Yiche said again: "I want to talk to you alone."

Ye Youran waved her hand and set up a spiritual barrier to cover the two of them, as if she already knew what he was going to say.

Song Yiche got straight to the point and said, "If you cure my illness, I will agree to one condition."

"Half of Yecheng's industry."

"No." Song Yiche frowned. It was too much. Seeing that she didn't say anything, he remained silent, and after hesitating for a while, he said: "... one third."

"make a deal."

"..." Song Yiche was silent. It was so straightforward. He must have thought of it all along.

What a... damned guy.

Although he was angry, he accepted this condition. Compared to Yao Lao's medicine refining, for some reason, he seemed to believe in Ye Youran's ability more.

It’s really unbelievable to say this. What kind of magic does she have that can make him so convinced?

He couldn't help but take a few more glances. He saw that the girl was charming and pretty in a red dress, teasing his monster. Her facial features were delicate and small, and her whole body was so petite that he wanted to hold her in his arms and pamper her.

Song Yiche was shocked. What was he thinking?

He almost immediately lowered his eyes, hiding the annoyance and something else in them.

He took out two brocade boxes filled with spiritual liquid and said calmly: "In this case, put the magic grass in this box to preserve its medicinal properties to the greatest extent."

Ye Youran glanced at the two boxes. The breasts inside were plump and charming, emitting spiritual energy. She could tell at a glance that these were top-grade medicine boxes specially used to store spiritual herbs. She took out the magical herbs and put them in, and threw the two brocade boxes into the Mosha Ring, saying, "Your medicine does not need this magical herb."

"..." Song Yiche became angry again.

Then can you return the brocade box to me? It's very expensive!

He really wanted to yell. But his upbringing made him just say calmly: "...In that case, thank you for your help."

Ye Youran curled the corners of her mouth, hummed a little tune, and removed the barrier.

Seeing this, Song Yiche smiled faintly, but the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, appearing forced.

How angry.