After recognizing the villain daddy, the little apprentice sister cheats all the way

Wen Xianyun on the side was a little nervous. He did have some eighth-grade elixirs, but such a rare and high-grade elixir that was specifically used to treat thunder tribulations was priceless.

But this Venerable Changsheng has always stayed out of the matter and never left Chunshan. Is he really willing to give out the medicine?

Jun Fengshan also looked at his junior master in disbelief. That was the Nine Life Pill! What happened to his junior master today?

Jun Qiyan held the little cub's small fleshy hand and stuffed the porcelain bottle of elixir into her hand: "Hold it well, there is only one."

Although he looked calm on the surface, he secretly thought that the little cub's little hands were as sticky as glutinous rice balls, as if they had no bones.

After putting the pill into the other person's hand, he withdrew his hand, as if there was nothing wrong with it.

"Go."

Jun Fengshan and Jun Jue looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.

Ye Guanzhi took in this scene, and the viciousness in his eyes could hardly be suppressed.

What kind of charm does this little bastard have that could make the two venerables make such an exception?

Everyone knows that Venerable Bai Qing has no desires and is the most self-disciplined and prudent person. Venerable Changsheng never leaves Chunshan Mountain and has always stayed out of these matters. So why on earth would they both reach out to a child!

He narrowed his eyes slightly, observing Chu Chaozhao who was holding the medicine, with a calculating look in his eyes.

Seeing that Jun Qiyan was definitely not going to make any conditions, Chu Chaozhao could only bow in return: "Thank you!"

Although the other party did not put forward any conditions at this moment, Chu Chaozhao remembered this favor today and would repay it in the future.

Right now, the most important thing is to heal her master's injury. She just hopes that this thing can be effective and at least give him some relief.

Wen Xianyun stood up and said gratefully, "Thank you, Your Excellency!"

Similarly, they, Guiyun Sect, are grateful for this favor today and will repay it one day.

The people from Guiyun Sect also stood up and bowed to Jun Qi Yan in unison, showing great respect.

Everyone present was amazed at the unity of Guiyun Sect.

Wen Qingyu couldn't see the person beside him clearly and wanted to refuse, but when he saw the eager gazes of his fellow apprentice and the sect elders, especially the look of the little cub who walked up to him carefully holding the porcelain bottle and stared at him intently, he couldn't say a word.

He thanked Jun Qi Yan, then picked up Chu Chaozhao and placed him beside him.

Chu Chaozhao carefully handed the pill to him. After he took it, his spiritual power moved slightly. After the adjustment, his complexion did become a little rosier. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Today's competition had many twists and turns, but it ended perfectly.

Wen Qingyu and others were kept on Chunshan by Jun Fengshan on the pretext of asking Wen Qingyu to adjust his daily routine.

Wen Qingyu walked into the guest bedroom, set up the formation, and closed the door. At that moment he spat out a mouthful of blood. He felt the pain that had been suppressed all over his body surge up, constantly tearing his muscles and bones.

Wen Qingyu immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, circulating his spiritual energy to try to suppress the injury, but he spat out blood again and fainted on the ground.

His face was as pale as paper, and he even seemed to be losing some life force.

Although Wen Xianyun and others were worried, they did not dare to disturb them without permission.

So no one came and no one noticed.

The glow of the setting sun became increasingly red, a sign that night was about to fall.

There were sporadic rustling sounds coming from outside the hall. The low window frame of the hall creaked, and was pushed open by a great force. Then, with a loud bang, it broke into pieces on the ground.

The noise was so loud that the visitor was frightened and jumped up, taking a big step back.

The little baby with tiny hands and feet was just like a little penguin. He put his hands in his pockets with a naive look. He glanced around with a sly look, and when he saw no one was witnessing, he patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she used her hands and feet to climb up the window, and her chubby little body lay across the window like a ball of flesh. She exerted all her strength, moved her limbs, turned over, and supported herself on the ground with one short hand, and landed in a very beautiful posture.

[Refer to Ultraman's posture of transforming and supporting the ground. Do not imitate dangerous actions. She is a dragon, with great strength and strong bones! ]

It's just that his movements are so skillful that it's jaw-dropping.

The little kid stood up from the ground, clapped his hands, and whispered in dissatisfaction: "If it weren't for Master's love of setting up formations, I wouldn't have to worry about disturbing the formations with my spiritual power. How could my short arms and legs be in such a state! Oh, really, how can this family survive without me~"

If the person coming is not Chu Chaozhao, then who else could it be?

She looked around the huge palace, but could not see her master. She did not care whether she would disturb his breathing, and she ran around with her short legs leaving a shadow. Only then did she see her master in the bedroom, in front of the futon in front of the bed.

Chu Chaozhao's heart skipped a beat, and he ran over and whispered, "Master?"

She tremblingly stretched out her little finger to feel his breath, and when she felt the warmth, she breathed a sigh of relief.

But the stone in my heart still hasn't fallen, because the other party is breathing out more than breathing in.

"I knew it!"

Her master didn't want to worry the uncles and elders, so he certainly wouldn't tell them the truth. Fortunately, she came quietly.

Just as she was about to do something, she looked over and saw her master lying on the ground.

Chu Chaozhao pinched her fingers and cleaned her master's clothes. She stretched out her little hand and hugged her master... and lifted him up. Because he was too tall, she had to lift him above her head to prevent him from being embarrassed.

She held up a person who was much taller than herself, walked carefully, step by step, to the bedside, gently placed him on the bed, took off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, and pulled the quilt over him.

The gentle and delicate actions were so touching that Wen Xi almost burst into tears when she saw them: Woo woo woo, little Hakimi finally learned to be gentle, but not to me!

After doing all this, Chu Chaozhao took off his shoes and sat next to him.

Seeing that the other party was clean and not tainted by dust, Chu Chaozhao nodded with satisfaction and pinched himself a purification spell.

Her master loves cleanliness the most, so this is right.

She lifted up her long sleeves. This outfit was changed for her by her master, so she shouldn’t get it dirty.

A hand flashed with spiritual power, and as soon as he raised his hand, a bloody wound appeared on the fair little arm, but Chu Chaozhao didn't even frown.

He brought the wound closer to Wen Qingyu's mouth, waiting for the blood slightly tinged with gilded powder to slowly flow into his mouth. A strange fragrance filled the entire hall, but was blocked by the formation.

Chu Chaozhao was glad that he fainted at this moment, because if he was awake, he would never allow her to do this.

In fact, she had already thought about it. She was a dragon, and dragon blood could cure all kinds of diseases and injuries. Even the injuries left by the Nine Days Purple Thunder Tribulation could be cured as long as there was enough dragon blood.

But before that, there were always other people around, so it was not convenient to show it.

While Wen Qingyu was sleeping, he felt a fishy and sweet taste flowing into his mouth. After it entered his throat, the pain all over his body eased and he gradually felt comfortable. For some reason, he wanted to struggle free, preferring the pain to swallowing it.

Seeing that he kept his mouth tightly shut and stopped drinking, Chu Chaozhao frowned.

"Why don't you drink it? Is it hard to drink?"

As she said this, she felt the urge to try it herself, but then immediately shook her head.

"Eh - pervert, drinking his own blood."

She gave up the idea, rubbed her butt and moved closer, lowered her head, and stared at her blood seeping from her arm into the quilt with her head tilted. She felt a pain in her flesh: "Wuwuwu, Master, drink it quickly, don't waste it!"

But the other person was already unconscious and kept his mouth shut and refused to drink.