All the teachers in the sect are villains, except for the little sister who is crazy and perverted

Qi Rong did not stop scooping the sweet soup, but Bai Xiaoxiao felt that his expression was a little darker. Qi Rong did not answer her, but took out a letter from his wide sleeves and handed it to her.

"what?"

Bai Xiaoxiao was puzzled, but she also reached out to take it and opened it. The first thing that caught her eye was the straight and elegant handwriting on the rice paper, which looked like bamboo and pine, giving people a sense of elegance of a gentleman. But she was not in the mood to appreciate it, because the content was a letter to her family - a letter to "Bai Xiaoxiao".

"It was my...my brother who wrote this to me..."

Bai Xiaoxiao folded the rice paper and placed it on the clean table. "My mother's birthday is in three days. She asked me if I wanted to go back. She also said that they haven't heard from me for almost a year and they miss me very much."

She tried to summarize the contents of the letter as calmly, relaxedly and nostalgically as possible, but she was already going crazy in her heart.

[What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? I have been living in Miaoqing Peak all this time, doing missions, going to the demon world, or fooling around... I have completely forgotten my identity and family background. I am doomed. How can I celebrate Bai Xiaoxiao's birthday? If I am recognized... I will be slapped and sent flying a thousand miles away.]

[How about I say I can’t go because of a stomachache? …Can an immortal have a stomachache? I think so…A cold? A stomachache? A broken leg? A broken arm? A sprained neck? A head that fell off? You can’t…say I have hemorrhoids…]

Bai Xiaoxiao calmly wondered where the gods' hemorrhoids were, what they looked like, whether they would emit golden light, and... what the chances were of being beaten to death if she asked Qing Li for knowledge in this regard.

Qi Rong didn't want to listen,

He really didn't want to hear it.

But those shocking ideas were like falling hail, "crackling" and kept hitting him. He silently recited the meditation mantra two or three times in his heart, and listened to the little junior sister's chatter while thinking about the meaning of her words.

Go to celebrate Bai Xiaoxiao's birthday with her family?

Isn’t she Bai Xiaoxiao? But why is she saying that she is celebrating her birthday to Bai Xiaoxiao’s family?

Could it be that she is not the original Bai Xiaoxiao?

Is she a ghost that has taken over another body?

But that's not right. If the little sister in front of him was a ghost, Wuliang Sect would not be able to fail to see the clues, not to mention that she had pure dual spiritual roots in her body, absorbing spiritual energy to practice, which a ghost could not do...

He suddenly thought of his junior sister's frequent "talking to herself" and the so-called "mission".

This made him feel as if the fog was about to clear, but at the same time he also felt a little timid as if he had foreseen the truth. He couldn't help but wonder - if the junior sister completed the so-called mission, what would happen to her? Would she leave... ?

The hand hidden under the sleeve suddenly tightened.

Bai Xiaoxiao was still thinking about the "countermeasures". She had turned her attention from her physical illness to whether she should be a bit shameless and stay in the orange shop for two days.

But in the end it was just a sigh.

She really didn't want to face the original owner's relatives. She pretended to be familiar with them, which was really embarrassing, like tapping a castle with her toes. But at the same time, she couldn't ignore the expectation and joy in her heart - that was the original owner's most primitive and purest wish.

She wants to go home.

Bai Xiaoxiao couldn't help but sigh again.

[Go back, go back. After all, I have occupied your body for nothing. I can't not satisfy even this little wish. I will take you home to meet your parents.]

She calmed the obsession deep in her heart, but her eyes couldn't help but become a little empty.

Everyone else has a home.

So where is her home?

[Forget it, forget it, don't think about it! Why do you want to suffer by thinking so much all day? You have food and drink, and a grave after death, what else is there to be dissatisfied with? If it really doesn't work, just lie down on the ground. If you can't force yourself to live, just enjoy the pleasure of death. ]

Qi Rong: ...

He didn't want to listen, he really didn't want to listen.

Bai Xiaoxiao's bad mood disappeared without a trace after drinking the ice jelly. She raised her elbow to wipe her mouth, and felt a soft cloth gently wiping the corner of her lips. Qi Rong lowered his eyes, looking careful and serious. After he confirmed that the water on the little girl's lips was completely wiped clean, he stretched out his index finger to lift her drooping hair and tucked it behind her ear, then smiled.

Bai Xiaoxiao was dazed by the gentle smile and coughed a few times: "Um... Senior Brother, I have to go back to Yue Country to celebrate my mother's birthday, so I won't go back to Miaoqing Peak for now. Please tell Master for me."

"Master, she knows."

Qi Rong put away the silk handkerchief and tucked it into her sleeve: "The other reason why Master asked me to pick you up was because of this letter from home."

Bai Xiaoxiao nodded: "That's easy, Third Brother, I..."

When she met Qi Rong's half-smiling eyes, she swallowed back the words "I'm leaving, you go back". She had an inexplicable illusion that if she really said that, she would never be able to leave in this life.

"I...want to ask, do you want to join me in the fun?"

Qi Rong smiled and said, "Junior sister has invited me so warmly, how can I refuse? I would be disrespectful to refuse."

Bai Xiaoxiao:?

Is she hospitable?

But no matter what, Bai Xiaoxiao and Qi Rong's next itinerary was quietly confirmed.

They flew in the sky with swords.

Bai Xiaoxiao looked at Qi Rong, who had been holding her hand and never let go, and was very touched by his thoughtfulness - it was just too powerful.

Looking down from a high place, one feels quite relaxed and happy. The lush treetops are dark green and flourishing, clustered and crowded against each other, and the clear stream flows by, adding a touch of poetry.

Bai Xiaoxiao stared for three breaths and then retracted her gaze. She rested for a while before looking down again. This was how she overcame her fear of heights little by little. Moreover, this time Qi Rong took her flying on a sword, and the distance was not very high, so it was a good opportunity for her to exercise herself.

After taking a few deep breaths for more than ten seconds, she slowly opened her eyes again.

They flew over a mountain, and a few little birds flapped their wings and flew with them.

Bai Xiaoxiao was about to close her eyes again when she suddenly heard the sound of shouting and chasing not far away. She hurriedly tugged at Qi Rong's sleeve and said, "Third Brother, there!"

Qi Rong took her and flew away.

A young man riding a fine horse was galloping forward, and behind him were nearly a dozen masked men in black, holding sharp scimitars in their hands and with sharp and vicious eyes. One of the men in black gathered his sword energy and slashed at the young man in fancy clothes. The young man jumped up on his horse and dodged, but his left arm was still cut with a bloody gash. He fell back on the horse and ran away faster.

But there is a cliff ahead.

The young man hastily pulled the reins of his horse.

“You have no way out.”

The men in black had sinister expressions on their faces: "Just accept your death."

The leading man in black gathered his spiritual energy and rushed towards him immediately.

The young man was shocked, as if he had not expected that the person who was chasing him was actually a cultivator. The jade pendant he was wearing emitted light again to ward off the crisis, but the man in black did not get angry but laughed instead, because he saw that the magic treasure worn by the young man was already damaged and there was no room for resistance anymore.