The Harem Rescue Project

Xiao Lanle's image in front of people has always been graceful and beautiful, with the demeanor of a master of the fairy sect, why is she always looking like a little bully in front of her.

Lin Qianshuang shook the bristling hair on her back, and secretly glanced at Xiao Lanle in bewilderment, watching her frowning and helping her brush away her silver hair to clean the wound, with a somewhat hesitant expression on her face, she was secretly happy After a while, the feeling of being patted down was quite comfortable, so she didn't bother to change back to her original body.

[Host, you have obtained the Tianshu mirror, do you want to use the Tianshu mirror now. 】

The sound of the system suddenly rang out along with a burst of electric current.

Lin Qianshuang cocked her tail, comfortably placed her little paw on the pillow, closed her eyes and rested her mind.

"Tell me the specific method of using the Tianshu mirror, and what is the current situation of Xuan Luowan."

[The target person #玄罗晚# is in good condition, the host can use the Tianshu Mirror to revive the target person. 】

Lin Qianshuang looked at the dialog box that popped up unexpectedly, and questioned, "The two options are yes and no?"

[Yes, the Tianshu mirror can directly go back in time, but it has its side effects. 】

She was still thinking about how it was so simple, but there was a trap in it.

"What side effects?"

[The time returned by the Tianshu mirror will be reflected in the damage of the original owner. 】

Lin Qianshuang's eyes froze, "What does this mean? Will it affect Mu Weiyin?"

[The host will know if he tries it.Maybe ask the target person. 】

The system beeped a few times and stopped making any sound.

The Tianshu mirror and Hanchanqin in the storage jade slips are placed together.

Lin Qianshuang looked at the dialog box, and quickly clicked No.She couldn't be sure what effect Tianshujing's backtracking ability would have on the original owner. If something happened to Mu Weiyin because of this, then she would also die.

It is better to be cautious.

The moonlight in the sky is as cool as water, the shadows of the trees outside the courtyard are whirling, the sound of the wind is disturbing, and the shaking of the branches reflected by the thin window is like her heart is restless.

Xiao Lanle lay a little tired next to Fuzzy, who was sleeping heartlessly and soundly. She knew that her senior sister had deliberately turned into her original form to embarrass her, but instead she breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that her senior sister would ignore her. She, but her reaction was much better than expected, at least willing to let her approach her.

There are many regrets in this world, but fortunately, amid repeated mistakes and misunderstandings, she still has the opportunity to firmly grasp the people around her.

Xiao Lanle turned sideways and hugged the fluffy curled up tightly, and the warmth she longed for made her lips bend slightly.

In the eyes of those stubborn fools, this is a perfect layout to lure snakes out of their holes.

But in her eyes, whether the plan is successful or not is not important, it is just a cover, and this is simply a joint marriage ceremony that belongs to them aboveboard.

Xiao Lanle's chin rested slightly on the little beast's furry head, its pointed ears fluttering, apparently not asleep, it seemed that they were going to suffer from insomnia together tonight.

The thick and cumbersome clothes were put on one by one, and Lin Qianshuang was tossed around by several maids, and she put on an extremely heavy phoenix crown on her head.

She looked at the smeared face with coquettish make-up in the bronze mirror speechlessly, and silently complained to Xiao Lanle that it was fake in the first place, so it was necessary to make it so grand.

Lin Qianshuang looked at the sky, impatiently pushed away the group of maids who were still arranging pearl flowers for her, lifted the hem of her skirt, opened the door and left.

"Miss Lin, don't go so fast."

Several maids chased after them, but the door slammed shut, blocking the anxious few of them inside.

"Why did you come out so soon?"

The two monks in front of the wedding sedan were stunned when they saw Lin Qianshuang rushing out of the house with small steps. They had just opened the curtain, and Lin Qianshuang had already run away and disappeared.

They remembered that this notorious demon cultivator seemed to have just been punished and his cultivation base was locked up. Such a seriously injured person was so alive and well.

The two monks were speechless to each other, feeling that Sect Master Xiao was worrying too much, and sent them to welcome him with a sedan chair.

Lin Qianshuang didn't even look at the wedding sedan chair, so she tore off her head cover and trotted out the door. She was worried that she might miss the signal agreed with Du Shuang.

The skirt was too thick and her cultivation base was banned. When she came to the inner city of Tianshu, she was already sweating profusely, and the makeup on that face was blurred. She just picked up a towel and wiped it clean With his face turned to the sky, he continued to trot forward.

In the Tianshu Temple, before the auspicious time came, all the sects were sitting at the banquet chatting and laughing, suddenly a young servant hurried over and walked to Xiao Lanle out of breath bowed and said:

"Master Xiao, that Demon Cultivator, that Demon Cultivator is wearing a red wedding dress and ran to the entrance of the inner city of Tianshu!"

Xiao Lanle frowned, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and said, "Don't panic, I'll just pick her up."

Chen Sanxuan, the master of Lingxiao Sword Sect, stroked his long beard, looked at Xiao Lanle's serious yet overjoyed subtle expression, and shook his head. Who did this child think was bad, and why did he fall in love with such a bad character? magic repair.

2000 m.

1000 m.

500 m.

Lin Qianshuang felt that her physical strength was losing, and her calves were trembling and she was a little unsteady. Without her cultivation, her body was extremely weak, a little weaker than ordinary mortals.

A bright red shadow fell in front of her.

Different from her embarrassing appearance, Xiao Lan's happy face is like a flower, her makeup is light and elegant, and the accessories around her waist make crisp and crisp sounds with her steps. Looking at her slender and moving body, when the imperial sword swirls down, the cuffs are flying and fairy-like.

Xiao Lanle handed Lin Qianshuang a silk handkerchief, and said with something flickering in her eyes: "Wipe off your sweat, your clothes are all messed up."

Lin Qianshuang took the fragrant silk handkerchief and said thank you. She wiped off her sweat and looked at Xiao Lanle, only to see that her face was slightly blushing, and she pulled the soft handkerchief that fell on her shoulder unconfidently. hair strands.

Xiao Lanle looked at Lin Qianshuang a little awkwardly for a while, and then said shyly, "I'm dressed like this...does it look good?"

Lin Qianshuang vaguely remembered that when they met for the first time in Demon Realm, she also handed over a handkerchief in the same way.

Unknowingly, time flies so fast, and the relationship between them has never been mortal to enemy and friend now.

"nice."

Lin Qianshuang blurted out the words almost as soon as she finished speaking. She felt that she was fooling the other party by picking up the words too quickly, and added, "It's really beautiful, I'm not lying."

Xiao Lan stared at Lin Qianshuang's face with joyful eyes, and said, "How does that compare to the number one beauty in the Demon Realm?"

"..." Lin Qianshuang was a little speechless, and she talked about the master, but she smiled slightly, and praised it very appropriately, "How can the master of the Demon Realm have such a clean water lotus posture as Master Xiao?"

Xiao Lan let out a happy snort, and then said, "How does that compare with City Lord Tianshu?"

Lin Qianshuang kept smiling, and said softly: "Master Xiao, why do you need to compare yourself with others? There is only one Xiao Lanle in this world, and no one has your temperament and charm."

"Lin Qianshuang, you have a glib tongue, no wonder all these shameless women like you so much."

Xiao Lanle's tone was a bit sour, she turned her head and squatted down slightly with a smile and said with a smile: "Are your feet sore now that you can't walk anymore, I will carry you on my back, you are my wife, this road leads to the inner hall I should walk slowly with you on my back."

Lin Qianshuang felt that her skin was thinner for the first time, and she felt a little hot. She dragged her skirt and walked forward in a manly manner. She waved her big hand, looked at the thousands of stone steps as if she was dead, and said through gritted teeth: "No need, the public's gaze is not very good. , it’s all fake anyway, isn’t it just the last few hundred meters sprint, it’s quite easy.”

"Pfft."

Xiao Lanle looked at Lin Qianshuang who tripped over the hem of her skirt while talking, and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at? If it wasn't for my cultivation base gone, it wouldn't be such a hassle."

Lin Qianshuang turned her head a little annoyed, her lips were gently kissed by Xiao Lanle, her body stiffened in a daze, her heart speeded up a little strangely, and then gradually calmed down.

"It's much quieter now."

Xiao Lanle looked at Lin Qianshuang's dull expression, licked her lower lip contentedly, swung her sleeves and hugged Lin Qianshuang, who had been short-circuited for a while, and pinched her waist, her eyes wide open. He smiled and said, "Since you don't want to be carried by me, then I can only carry you up."

Lin Qianshuang covered her face with her hands. When she thought that Du Shuang would come to look for her at that time, if she saw her being carried up to the Tianshu Temple by her junior sister, she would probably go crazy laughing.

After all, in Du Shuang's impression, Xiao Lanle was still the poor little girl who was begging for medical treatment behind her back.

The monks at the banquet on both sides of the small square in front of the Tianshu Temple were chatting happily. When they saw the two people walking up the steps, they couldn't help but look at Xiao Lanle with shocking eyes, and she was covering her face in her arms trying to weaken The presence of Lin Qianshuang.

A monk clicked his tongue and said, "How decent is this! Although he is acting well, Head Xiao is too serious to hold this demon cultivator so intimately in his arms."

Another monk said with a little emotion: "Master Xiao's sacrifice is too great, and this play can be regarded as enough for the group of people in Tianshu City to watch."

The monk sitting among them echoed the one next to him and said, "Yes, if I hold the father-killing enemy in my arms, I can't wait to throw this demon cultivator directly from the height of the steps, so that her nose is bruised and her face is swollen. The head of the sect is so determined, no wonder he can sit on the head of the Penglai Immortal Sect and be treated differently by the other four sect masters."

The monk slapped him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "This fellow Taoist, that demon cultivator looks as beautiful as a flower, and you are too sympathetic to cherish jade like this."

The other monk pouted, and said with a sober expression of seeing the facts: "No matter how good-looking you are, you are still a demon cultivator. Why are righteous monks mixing with this crooked guy? Isn't that just asking for death?"

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Lin Qianshuang listened to the whispers of the group of monks, and said to Xiao Lanle: "Master Xiao, didn't you hear, that group of people are talking a lot, saying, it's really inappropriate for you, a model of righteousness, to hug a demon cultivator. .”

"Whatever they do."

Xiao Lanle glanced at the group of monks and said: "I have already arranged everything, you just need to be by my side, no one can hurt you."