Dressed as a Grass GL

In the flower pot, Xi Zhou was breathing heavily, her heart was beating so fast that it was going to explode, my God, she almost died, and she came back in time.

No, how did you get back into this grass just now?Can I still become a human?

It seems that now is not the time to think about these things, she looked at Zhai Wangyou who was lighting a candle with a cold face, and the leaves trembled.

It's over, the elder sister seems to be blackened, she won't be tortured to extract a confession again.

The paper and ink on the table hadn't been cleared away yet, Xi Zhou hurriedly dipped a leaf in the ink, lowered her head and wrote wildly: Senior Sister, put away your sword, I'll use it, I'll use anything.

If you ask quickly, I will know everything and say everything.

Zhai Wangyou looked at the Dreaming Grass which seemed to be terribly frightened, his eyes paused, and he silently retracted his sword.

"Are you actually capable of shapeshifting?"

Xizhou was about to shake the leaves, but when she remembered the incident of spreading ink last time, she silently lowered her head and wrote seriously on the paper: No, it was an accident just now. It took shape.

She really doesn't know.

Why did it suddenly change shape and suddenly return to the basin.

It seems to have something to do with my high emotional tension.

Zhai Wangyou stared at the Dreaming Grass in the flower pot, silently opened up his spiritual sense and scattered around. He searched the entire yard, but didn't find even a trace of evil spirit.

Fox demon?Unruly?

I'm afraid there are other people with bad intentions...

She was silent for a moment, then lowered her eyes and said, "What did you want to do when you walked towards me just now?"

Xi Zhou wrote honestly: I want to wake you up and ask about the fox demon.

God knows if there is anything weird in her belly now, huh?

No, she is a grass now, can there be any strange things in the belly of the grass?

Zhai Wangyou pursed her lips and remained silent, she was a fox demon again, should she believe what this grass said...

After pondering for a long time, she looked at the Dreaming Grass in the flower pot: "Is the transformation you said in a hurry the same as before?"

Because of fear?So I hid in the grass.

Or is it because you are more concentrated that you can change in a hurry?

Xi Zhou thought about it for a while, but still couldn't figure it out, so she could only write: I'm not sure either.

Zhai Wangyou seemed to have expected her to do this, so he drew his sword directly, pointed at the thin stem of the Dreaming Grass, and said coldly: "You are talking nonsense, it is absolutely ridiculous, if you don't transform immediately, I will destroy this grass now .”

After the words fell, she swung her sword without waiting for Xizhou to write to explain.

With a fierce and unstoppable momentum, the blade of the sword slashed towards the Dreaming Grass, and it barely stopped when the distance was only a hair's breadth away.

Zhai Wangyou retracted his sword and looked at the slender woman beside the table.

Xi Zhou clutched her heart and let out a long sigh, it was so terrifying, she almost became a dead soul under the sword.

Zhai Wangyou stared at her twice, then took out a set of clean clothes from the storage ring: "Put it on, and remember the feeling when you just transformed."

When Xi Zhou heard this, she also understood that the elder sister didn't really want to kill her, but wanted to help her transform, but the method was a little extreme...

She looked at her clothes, and silently took the clothes over. It was summer when she traveled here, and she was still sleeping, and she was wearing summer pajamas.

For conservative ancient people, it may be too bold-/liberal.

Especially now that it is autumn, there is already a coolness on my body.

After getting dressed, Xi Zhou consciously sat down at the table, dipped his right index finger in ink and wrote: Do you have a pen?

Zhai Wangyou remained silent, his eyes were like a deep pool, calm and unwavering.

Xi Zhou understood, it seemed that the elder sister was not so well prepared, of course she didn't expect it herself.

I dipped my fingers in the ink again, and continued to write: Just now there was a fox demon who was trying to do something wrong to you, so I swallowed a pearl in its belly, or maybe I swallowed the fox demon.

After finishing writing, she looked at Zhai Wangyou, there should be no big problem.

Zhai Wangyou was also looking at Xizhou. The woman was sitting upright and writing. Her delicate facial features seemed to lack a little of the softness of a girl, but they also added a unique calmness. Bookish.

She turned her eyes and looked away: "Did you...did you use the double xiu technique to me last time?"

Xi Zhou flicked her fingertips, double xiu?

She understands this word, but... what does it have to do with her?

She shook her head and wrote: I don't know what happened. I fell asleep at first, but then I was in your dream when I opened my eyes, and I couldn't control it.

That's right, it's not under control at all, and it's also in the back, absolutely...

Zhai Wangyou's face turned cold: "I lost all my original cultivation, and I recovered after waking up from the dream last time."

How should this situation be explained?

Xi Zhou was taken aback for a moment, she still has this function?

No, it should be said that the relationship between her and the senior sister still has the effect of repairing?

Could it really be that kind of exercise, it's too magical.

Seeing her lost in thought, Zhai Wangyou then asked: "Are you sure?"

It is rumored that double xiu can quickly improve the cultivation level, and can quickly recover from serious injuries with kung fu, but this method is a shortcut after all, and it is mostly practiced by evil people, so it has always been shamed by the righteous way.

She just heard about it, and didn't know the key.

However, she has never heard that the broken inner alchemy can be repaired overnight, and the only possibility is the so-called double xiu technique.

Hearing Zhai Wangyou's question again, Xizhou rubbed his temples, and couldn't help feeling a little self-doubt.

Double xiu?

Is that what she meant by it?

will she?won't she?

Could it be that the last time I spent a night of philosophy with the elder sister...

What kind of double xiu exercise?Otherwise, how to explain the sudden recovery of the elder sister's cultivation?

She looked at her fingers silently, and after she had a guess, it seemed that she should verify it.

Xi Zhou's heart moved, his fingers trembled slightly, and he wrote: Otherwise, let's try again?

The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned cold.

Zhai Wangyou silently bit the corner of his lips, and it really wasn't some unfounded fox demon who wanted to do something wrong, but this person in front of him.

"You-think-how-how-try?"

The elder sister's voice was deep and slow, with an extremely long tail. It was obviously a simple question, but it fell into Xizhou's ears, but it seemed to hear another sentence: Which way of death do you want to choose...

She took a deep breath, met Zhai Wangyou's icy gaze, and hurriedly wrote without thinking: Last time, maybe your recovery was just a coincidence, we still don't try it, I will find someone else if I have a chance , No, I mean I have a chance to find another way to verify it.

The following words changed the direction in time, but Xizhou returned to the flower pot out of a guilty conscience for no reason.

Speaking of which, why would you feel guilty?She didn't do anything to offend the senior sister, no, this way of thinking is also wrong...

With a flicker of candlelight, Zhai Wangyou's gaze fell on the Dreaming Grass in the flower pot.

This grass just said to find someone else...

She frowned, her eyes were cold: "Alright, you can go find someone else to try."

After that, he picked up the flower pot and went out, put it on the flower stand outside the window, and squeezed it together with a bunch of unknown flowers and plants.

The door was closed, cutting off the temperature in the room. The night in the yard was like ink, and the cold wind blew from time to time.

Xizhou: "..."

The elder sister seems to have become more blackened, has she been expelled from the room?

Just because you said you wanted to try it out with the big sister?

Or is it because you say and want others to try?

Xi Zhou shook the leaves. Eldest Sister is just crossing the river and tearing down the bridge. She dared to swallow anything just now to save people.

This woman even took revenge and threw her outside to blow the cold wind.

Why?No, she can change form now, and she has a body, so why just let this woman get away with her.

After a while.

There was a knock on the door in the yard, and before the disciples in the side room woke up and had no time to go out to see what was going on, they heard the sound of the door opening, followed by the sound of closing the door, and the silence returned outside.

It sounded like it was coming from the main room.

In the middle of the night, who came to visit Senior Sister?

In the main room, Xi Zhou walked over with the flower pot and put it on the table without looking sideways, and then dipped her finger in ink and wrote: I won't try it with you or anyone else, I just want to stay in the room.

I don't know which sentence provoked the elder sister, but in short, a hero does not suffer from immediate losses, and those who are willing can bend and stretch, and she will stand up and sing when she has the ability in the future.

Seeing that Zhai Wangyou pursed his lips and remained silent.

She wrote again: I just saved you, maybe I saved you last time.

The person in front of him still didn't speak, Xi Zhou took a deep breath, okay, this way doesn't work, then change the strategy.

With a light flick of the finger, a few more words were added on the paper: It's so dark and cold outside.

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The author has something to say:

small theater~~

Xi Zhou: The author hastened to arrange for the elder sister to be injured.

Zhai Wangyou: It is you, the grass, who has the wrong intentions.