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

Looking at the blood that was constantly seeping into the quilt, Chu Chaozhao wanted to cry but had no tears. His big eyes rolled around and a bold idea flashed through his mind.

She hardened her heart, gritted her teeth and bowed: "Master, please don't blame me. I had no choice. Even if you knew, you would definitely not blame Zhao Zhao, Amitabha...ah, no, Wuliang Tianzun~it's not either..."

Then, the little hand stretched out and bent, and there was a click. Wen Qingyu's chin turned red and was dislocated.

Chu Chaozhao quickly fed the blood, and this time not a drop of blood was wasted.

After a long time, her face turned pale, and she pressed his chin back with satisfaction. Seeing that his breathing gradually stabilized, his frowning brows relaxed, and his pale face regained color, she knew that everything was fine.

After using hand gestures to wipe away all the blood, he took out a small medicine bottle and applied a little to the red area on his master's chin before applying the medicine and bandaging himself.

She sat on the bed, her little legs shaking slightly, and murmured to herself with some curiosity: "This dragon blood is so effective, I wonder if I can drink my own blood next time I get hurt."

As she spoke, her eyelids drooped and she looked very sleepy.

Chu Chaozhao reached out his hand, imitated his master, tucked the quilt in for him, then lay down weakly beside him and fell asleep.

The moment she closed her eyes, she rubbed it subconsciously and murmured in a low voice: "Master, thank you, thank you..."

It was like a little animal cub relying on its elders or parents, letting down its guard and falling asleep peacefully.

When Shen Jinming and Wen Xi climbed in through the window, they saw this scene.

The last ray of golden red light under the setting sun shone through the window lattice onto the bed.

The little cubs leaned obediently on their master's side, with a smile on their fair faces. No one knew what they were dreaming about, but they smacked their lips and rubbed their faces subconsciously.

What a warm painting.

Wen Xi shrugged his nose: "Do you smell a strange smell? Never mind."

He looked at the bed again, hugged his arms and said with a smile: "See, Master is fine, the little sister is really here with Master."

Seeing that their master's breathing was stable and their little sister was not lost, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

It was rare for Shen Jinming not to have a sullen expression.

"It's time to let Senior Brother take a look. Master rarely gets a good night's sleep, and now there is another one..."

(Chu Chaozhao: ... Is it possible that our master has fainted? I also...)

They both lowered their voices, fearing to wake up the person in the bed.

When Shen Jinming saw Chu Chaozhao holding his master's quilt with her small hand, he frowned and took out a small quilt that he had prepared at some point from the space. He walked forward, covered her with it, and even straightened it out. His movements were so gentle that he himself didn't even notice it.

Wen Xi raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It's time to let Senior Brother see, when did our big ice cube become so gentle?"

Shen Jinming looked at him coldly, immediately withdrew his hand, and stood straight, as if he had not done what he had just done. It was unclear whether he was trying to change the subject or something else.

"You should think about how to compensate your little Hakimi for breaking someone's window!"

Wen Xi spread his hands and walked out carefully, even considerately bypassing the window that was broken into several large pieces: "This is none of my business. It's always Master who cleans up the mess in this kind of situation."

Shen Jinming snorted softly, and was speechless for a while when he saw him climb out of the window with familiar movements.

"Master has left you with a lot of messes to clean up! I don't know why Master, knowing full well that you two are restless, always leaves loopholes outside the formation, giving you two the opportunity to break in through the window!"

"The Guiyun Sect doesn't have enough windows for you two to cause trouble, and today you come to cause trouble to other sects! It's the Sect Master's blessing to have you!"

After saying this, he also skillfully climbed out of the window and landed lightly on the ground without making any sound.

Wen Xi gave him a meaningful look, then stood outside with her hands folded, but did not argue with him.

It was not until night fell that Wen Xianyun and his men hurried over and saw two people guarding the entrance to the hall like door gods.

"How is your master?"

It wasn't that he didn't come early, it was that his senior brother didn't allow him to, and he didn't want to distract his senior brother, so he stayed outside and brought people to block those who wanted to visit with bad intentions.

Wen Xianyun was extremely anxious. He had been waiting for his senior brother to show up, but he couldn't help but run over.

Everyone said that his senior brother was going to become a god, and the mere Nine Days Purple Thunder Tribulation could not do anything to the powerful Ninth Heaven, but he was still worried.

Wen Xi and Shen Jinming bowed and said, "Uncle Master, don't worry. Master just fell asleep. Junior Sister is with him. It's nothing serious."

Hearing this, everyone started laughing.

In their hearts, Venerable Bai Qing of Guiyun Sect is a god. He is extremely tall and will always stand in front of them to protect them.

How could God fall so easily?

Even Wen Xianyun, who is closest to his senior brother, sometimes thinks this way subconsciously.

The crisis was resolved. Wen Xianyun once again caught the loophole in their words, narrowed his eyes, and said dangerously: "You entered the hall? Xiao Jixiang... cough"

Staring at everyone's inexplicable gazes, he changed his address: "Is Xiao Zhaozhao in the palace?"

Wen Xianyun's tone was very calm, and Wen Xi didn't dare to nod.

"So! You broke in through the window again?"

Seeing that Shen Jinming and Wen Xi were both silent and took a step back tacitly, Wen Xianyun took a deep breath and restrained himself for a long time, and somehow he didn't yell out loud.

"This is the Daodao Sword Sect! Not the Guiyun Sect! Was it that brat who broke the window again?"

He walked towards the window angrily and saw the horrible sight.

"Where does such great strength come from! Can't you be a little gentler? You have to push and destroy one by one! What kind of little cub is this? It's clearly a money-eating beast..."

Wen Xianyun cursed, took a deep breath, took out the jade gourd and took a big sip, then turned around resignedly and left with his men.

Don’t ask him what he did. The answer is that he went to clean up the mess and pay the money!

What can he do! His senior brother's beloved disciple got into trouble, and he couldn't just pull up the injured senior brother to clean up the mess!

Shen Jinming and Wen Xi didn't speak the whole time and tried their best to reduce their presence, for fear of being noticed by Wen Xianyun. It was obvious that they had done this many times.

It's beautiful here, but the top floor of an inn in Songyue City is not so beautiful.

In the exquisite room, the floor was littered with broken porcelain, making it impossible to find a place to step.

"Waste! Waste! All of them are waste!" The man in gorgeous clothes crushed the porcelain on the ground, and his anger filled the whole room. "One day, this family head will definitely trample them all under his feet! So what if they are venerable! They still have to bow down to this family head!"

In the best room on the top floor of the inn, the entire room was illuminated by rays of sunlight, but the man, bathed in the sunlight, had a gloomy face.

In such a large room, no one would find the person hiding in the dark unless they looked carefully.

The man was dressed in a black robe that wrapped his entire body tightly, and he exuded a deathly aura, making the room, which should have been warm, even colder.

He had been there for a long time, but he just watched the man fighting and struggling, remaining indifferent.

When the man seemed to have finished his temper, he said coldly: "Are you done with your anger?"

The black-robed man's voice was hoarse and mocking, and just listening to the sound was enough to make people shudder.

The man sat there, looking sinisterly into the darkness.

"Sir Black Robe, I need an explanation for what happened recently."

His voice was very soft, and it seemed that he had calmed down. He kept calling "sir", but there was no respect at all.