After the cramps and bones were pulled out, the vicious female supporting role was reborn

"The child is still young and doesn't understand!" Shen Liuyi hugged Xiaoshi's waist tightly. Xiaoshi said madly: "Traitor, let go. Today I will let this guy see what it means to cause trouble from the mouth."

"It's not good to argue with such a young child."

The ghost girl baby seemed to realize her own advantage. She said, "I'm still young. You can't argue with me."

Poem: "......"

The ghost baby girl originally wanted to show off a little, but being stared at by Xiao Shi gave her goosebumps all over her body, so she finally curled up into a ball obediently.

But Xiao Shi did calm down. She gently let go of Shen Liuyi's hand that was tightly holding her waist, and grabbed the ghost baby girl who turned around and wanted to run away: "This child should stay with me. I like it."

Ghost baby girl: Σ(?д?；)

Shen Liuyi: "This..."

Xiao Shi chuckled: "Then you stay with me."

Shen Liuyi answered immediately: "Ali, you must listen carefully to Master's words."

Ghost baby girl: (?_?)

Here, Shen Liuyi had finally managed to persuade Xiao Shi to calm down, but in the distance, a scream even more miserable than the current one occurred.

"Ahhhh!!!"

No one knew that at this moment on the ninth floor of Qingzhao Ancient Sect, the ruthless sword master who was high above was going crazy with righteous anger, and cursed Shen Liuyi desperately: "Shen Liuyi, you wow - I * your ancestors for eighteen generations, you wow - wow - wow -!"

The reason why Jun Qingyi was so disregarding of his image and cursing was naturally because the portrait of his master, which he cherished so much, had two little bastards added to it. He knew who had done this without asking.

He cursed as hard as he could and didn't stop until he was out of breath.

Jun Qingyi took down his own portrait and wanted to use his spiritual power to remove the little turtle on it, but he found that the ink could not be removed. He was so angry that he threw the scroll away on the spot. But when it was about to hit the ground, he suddenly came to his senses, wrapped the scroll with his spiritual power and sucked it back, held it carefully in his hand, and gently dusted it off.

This is the only portrait my master drew of me, so it must not be damaged.

Although he felt disgusted when he opened it and saw the two little turtles on it, he still endured it. He believed that in such a large Pure Spirit World, there would always be a way to remove the two little turtles without damaging the portrait.

Now that he had calmed down, Jun Qingyi hated Shen Liuyi, but what he hated even more was Cang Wu, who had helped Shen Liuyi cheat and allowed Shen Liuyi to enter the ninth floor and have the opportunity to destroy his portrait.

Jun Qingyi looked up at the scroll floating in the air. It was Cang Wu's scroll. Compared with Jun Qingyi's scroll, this one seemed much more immature in both painting and coloring. It was far less lifelike than the later ones. This painting was earlier than his portrait.

Jun Qingyi gnashed his teeth and said, "You are not worthy of Master giving you a portrait, let alone being on the ninth floor!"

As he spoke, Jun Qingyi's eyes flashed and he suddenly tore off the scroll. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were calm. However, he clenched the fingers that were holding the scroll tightly, and a flame suddenly appeared in his palm.

The flame seemed to have a spirit as it slowly spread upwards along the scroll, but when it touched the figure, it suddenly stopped.

The scroll suddenly emitted a golden light, and the flames dissipated completely. The scroll floated back to its original position intact, but Jun Qingyi was blown away, knocking over the bookshelf behind him. A scroll hidden in the secret compartment also fell down with the knocked-over bookshelf and rolled into Jun Qingyi's hands.

Jun Qingyi was slightly startled. The scrolls on the ninth floor were supposed to be floating in the air. How could there be scrolls here?

Jun Qingyi reached out and picked it up. For some reason, the moment he touched it, he suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, as if once he opened the scroll in his hand, something beyond his control would happen.

He grabbed both ends of the scroll with both hands and opened them. However, when he saw the person drawn inside, Jun Qingyi's pupils suddenly contracted.

She was an extremely beautiful woman.

The red dress is as red as blood, the hair is black and the eyes are red, who else could it be but Shen Liuyi?

But this background turned out to be the holy land of the ancient Qingzhao Sect, a place where outsiders were not allowed to set foot.

Jun Qingyi stood there in a daze. He trembled and moved his eyes to the side. The ninth floor was full of personal portraits, but this painting did not only include Shen Liuyi. Shen Liuyi was waving a long whip in front, and the falling petals and the morning glow seemed to have covered her with a layer of dreamy colors. Compared with the Shen Liuyi that Jun Qingyi had seen now, the person in the painting had a bit more of a spotless holiness.

In the midst of the magnificent interweaving of light and shadow, another peerless and graceful girl in purple was like a flower in spring, blooming freely. She stepped lightly on a huge rock with bare feet, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, and her purple eyes were like dewdrops in the morning light, gazing in the direction of Shen Liuyi with a smile.

This is the face that Jun Qingyi can never forget even in his dreams. Her face is similar to Liu Qing's, but without Liu Qing's fragility. Instead, she gives people a feeling like a fairy or a demon, so beautiful, so dangerous, and so heart-moving.

She was always serious and powerful in front of Jun Qingyi. Jun Qingyi had never seen her master smile sweetly or be as lively and cheerful as a young girl.

Looking at the scroll in his hand, Jun Qingyi felt his whole body trembling, his legs shaking, and he almost collapsed to the ground. His breathing became rapid, and Jun Qingyi felt like he was almost suffocating.

"No, this is impossible." After an unknown amount of time, Jun Qingyi murmured in an almost horrified tone: "Shen Liuyi, Shen Liuyi actually..."