Raise the flag of rebellion!Slave girls!

She hoped that the Wanzhang Thunderbird she saw was still an ordinary girl, but her wish came true. With the return of the 'heart', the demonized alien features climbed up Wanzhang Thunderbird's body again.

"It failed." No matter how unwilling she was, Bai Ya knew that this was the fact before her eyes.

"..." Wanzhang Thunderbird observed her body silently. The current situation is not difficult to understand. The treatment method that took away the ability failed. After the ability returned, she became a monster again. King's end.

"Pervert sister, is there any way you can save me?" Wanzhang Thunderbird said without hope, she was holding an arm with a very hurt expression, how much hope did Bai Ya bring to her before, and now she is being hit That's how big it is.

"Don't worry! Little Thunderbird! I will definitely save you!" Bai Ya nodded earnestly. She is not the kind of person who will give up after a failure. She still has many treatments that she can try!

Learn from failures!Go ahead!

However, until the sun went down, Bai Ya got nothing but recording a lot of failed plans in his notebook.

Fearing that Caesar had already returned to the Holy Court, Wanzhang Thunderbird rejected the invitation to have dinner at Long Ya's house and hurried back to the inner courtyard area.

The disappointment in Wanzhang Thunderbird's eyes still flashed in her mind. Bai Ya, who was lying on the bed, raised her hand to cover her right eye. Even though her eyes were completely dark, she couldn't settle down in her heart.

Could it be that I can only watch the little Thunderbird become the king of alien races?Bai Ya asked herself in her heart.

"If you use the power of deification and awakening... No, no, no! What are you thinking! Your life is also very important! I must think of a surefire way!"

But is there really that way?Bai Ya felt that she had come to a dead end.

You are really useless, Bai Ya... Wait? !Useless?Useless!

right!Bai Ya!You are useless now!

"That's right! It's me! I'm helpless!" Bai Ya admitted her incompetence, but she seemed very excited by the voice.

"But!" But!

"If I can't, then I'll find someone who can! This is the best solution!"

Section 77#Volume [-]: In the Holy Court of Heaven, the slave girls raise the flag of rebellion! : Chapter [-]: Medicine

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"That's it."

Seven days later, after summoning Bai Ya to the inner courtyard with the Rune Ring, Wan Zhangxin received a request from Bai Ya to save Wan Zhang Thunderbird.

Bai Ya explained Wan Zhangxin's physical condition in detail to Wan Zhangxin, including a series of reasons for the failure of treatment.

Weakening the alien bloodline is the direction Bai Ya chose to treat the Thunderbird. However, even if he is naked and loses his phantom, or even enters the survival mode or exhausts his mental power, the weakening of the racial talent will not affect the alien bloodline.

Bai Ya is helpless to attack from the outside, but when it comes to attacking from the inside, Wan Zhangxin has suppressed the phantom of the dead dragon in her spiritual world, temporarily suppressing her ability to lose control.

Bai Ya guessed that if he could successfully cure Wanzhang Thunderbird, he would naturally be able to heal himself, and vice versa, since Wanzhangxin could keep her alive for a few more months, then he was very likely to be able to cure Wanzhang Thunderbird!

However, Bai Ya forgot one most important question, that is, will Wan Zhangxin agree to her request?

"Bai Ya, why do you think I can save her?"

After patiently listening to Bai Ya's explanation, Wan Zhangxin made a pot of tea, as if treating Bai Ya as air, poured tea and tasted it on his own.

"Teacher Wan Zhangxin, my situation is much more serious than that of Little Thunderbird. You can even save me. Isn't it a piece of cake to cure Little Thunderbird?"

Bai Ya moved a wooden chair to sit opposite Wanzhangxin. Compared with the last time, this empty room has more simple wooden furniture, but the tutor's living room is still too simple, and the Holy Court is not so poor, right? .

"You are different." Wan Zhangxin refuted Bai Ya with one sentence, which made Bai Ya think for a long time.

What Wanzhangxin said is right, her situation is indeed different from that of Wanzhang Thunderbird. She is in a crisis of heart crystallization rupture caused by two racial talents competing for a heart, and her ability to lose control is just a product of the crisis, while Wanzhang Thunderbird It was she herself who let the alien bloodline surpass the human bloodline too much, and reached the point of losing control. Her body continued to transform in the direction of the king of the alien race, and one day she would become a complete monster.

The crisis caused by racial talent is the only similarity between her and Wanzhang Thunderbird. In any case, Wanzhangxin is indeed capable of suppressing alien bloodlines from the soul level, and her current vitality is the proof!

As long as Wan Zhang is willing to act, there is at least a [-]% certainty that Wan Zhang Thunderbird will be cured.

Bai Ya told Wan Zhangxin her understanding, and Wan Zhangxin finally raised his eyelids to look at her. His eyes showed no emotion, and exuded an inaccessible coldness.

"Bring your head closer." Wan Zhangxin beckoned to Bai Ya, motioning her to move closer to him.

"?" Bai Ya left the chair and walked to him as Wan Zhangxin said. As soon as she got close to Wan Zhangxin, she reached out to her head.

After seeing this scene, he suddenly realized that Bai Yasuo, who knew that resistance was useless, obediently gave up resistance, closed his eyes and waited for himself to pass out.

Wan Zhangxin's hand just brushed her hair away and touched her forehead. There was a warm and comfortable feeling from his generous palm, which seemed a little different from last time.

"Bai Ya, Bai Ya, Bai Ya Ifel Chlorom."

After a while, Bai Ya, who was enjoying a smile all over her face, suddenly opened her right eye when she heard Wan Zhangxin's call.

I don't know when Wan Zhangxin withdrew his hand, and looked at himself expressionlessly with one arm.

"Tell me about how your body became like this."

The first sentence Wan Zhangxin said made Bai Ya freeze.

After thinking about it again and again, Bai Ya finally chose to tell the truth, confessed to Yan Yan Luosha, concealed the identity of the deified slave girl, and told Wan Zhangxin that her heart crystal was breaking.

"That's how it is. You are so greedy that you can acquire a second racial talent. You have to blame yourself for everything you have today."

"That's true." Bai Ya also knew that the 'truth' she told would create a greedy and stupid image of a slave girl with great confidence.

"I know you're hiding something from me," Wan Zhangxin continued calmly, as if he didn't see Bai Ya's body froze, "You told me the truth and you wanted me to save you, I look like A kind-hearted person who can't turn a blind eye?"

"No, it's just a little anticipation," Bai Ya twitched her fingers, looked to one side with her right eye and said with a blushing face, "Mr. Wan Zhangxin, it would be great if you were willing to help me. If you don't want to help me, I will help you too." I will try to save myself..."

"..." Wan Zhangxin could see that Bai Ya didn't have the confidence to save himself, but he still held up his face to say such a thing.

"You got the racial talent representing the skeleton dragon from the undead nobleman, right?"

"Yes!" Although he didn't know why Wan Zhangxin asked this question, Bai Ya answered honestly.

"Indeed, I think I've seen that beast somewhere, so it's really a dead dragon." Wan Zhangxin nodded, then looked at Bai Ya and continued, "It has become stronger again."

"Huh?" Bai Ya couldn't understand Wan Zhangxin's last sentence, who became stronger?

"It's that beast," Wan Zhangxin clarified the answer, "I think, the next time it appears, I might have to work harder to kill it."

"No more than three times, I can no longer suppress that beast, and you are not far from death, Bai Ya."

"Wait! Teacher Wan Zhangxin! What the hell are you talking about?!" Bai Ya felt a headache in his head. Was Wan Zhangxin saying that he couldn't suppress the phantom of the dead dragon? !Obviously, according to what Black Swan said before, isn't the virtual image of the dead dragon in front of Wan Zhangxin powerless to fight back? !

Wanzhang Credit Spring gave Bai Ya a metaphor. The more he squeezed the spring, the stronger it would be when it rebounded. He never destroyed the virtual image of the dead dragon, but only temporarily suppressed it. The more he suppressed the virtual image of the dead dragon, the next time the virtual image of the dead dragon appeared. He will become stronger as he grows up, and eventually grow to the point where even he is helpless.

These are the conclusions that Wan Zhangxin came to after detecting the breath of power in Bai Ya's body.

What Bai Ya said was right, he could indeed suppress the alien blood. At first, he also thought that Bai Ya's physical problems were due to the out-of-control of the alien blood, but Bai Ya's physical condition was more complicated than he imagined.

"This is the body fragment of the dead dragon."

Wan Zhangxin took out a palm-sized bone fragment from the stored magic props, exuding a dark aura of corroding creatures visible to the naked eye, but Wan Zhangxin's palm holding the bone fragment was safe and sound.

"Teacher Wan Zhangxin, why do you have such a thing?" Bai Ya was more concerned about how he obtained the body fragment of the dead dragon than asking Wan Zhangxin's purpose for taking out this thing.

The Skeleton Dragon is one of the three legendary creatures of the underworld. It is the top undead among the alien races. Its strength is guaranteed to be at the saint level, and its command level can even be guessed at the emperor level or the holy level. Dragon body fragments.

If this bone fragment is real, it proves that Wan Zhangxin fought with the Skeleton Dragon and injured it!

"I went to Hades before, looking for something, there was an animal blocking my way, it took my hand, and I tore off its bones." Wan Zhangxin did not hide anything, and said everything to Bai Ya. .

"What did Wan Zhangxin go to the underworld to find?" Bai Ya asked curiously, the thing Wan Zhangxin wanted to find even if he did not hesitate to fight the dead skeleton dragon must be some legendary treasure!

"It has nothing to do with you." Wan Zhangxin refused to answer, Bai Ya saw his cold eyes and knew that she should not ask any more questions.

"So, why did Teacher Wan Zhangxin take out this thing?" Bai Ya weakly pointed to the bone fragment in Wan Zhangxin's hand, and she finally asked the key question.

"Put a seal on that beast. There is a [-]% chance that you may die. If you succeed, as long as you no longer use your racial talent, you will be able to live, not just for one year. That is to say, after you succeed, as long as you give up the power of the slave girl , you can live for many years."

The more you suppress the spring, the harder it will rebound, but what if you suppress it from the beginning to the end?

Wan Zhangxin put the bone fragment in front of Bai Ya, and gave her the right to choose.

"Bai Ya, I want to hear your choice."

"Huh——" Bai Ya let out a long breath, folded his arms and said with a complicated expression: "I'm obviously talking about the Little Thunderbird with you, why did it become like this?"

"Teacher Wan Zhangxin, can you give me a few days to think about it?"

"Yes." Wan Zhangxin took the bone fragments back to store the magic props. After all, there was a death rate of nearly [-]% to [-]%. This is the result he estimated. There has never been an example before, and Bai Ya has the right to think carefully.

"Then, let's go back to the previous question, Teacher Wanzhangxin, can you help save the little Thunderbird?" Bai Ya quickly changed the subject. Compared with her, saving Wanzhang Thunderbird is the priority at the moment.

"Bai Ya, why do you think I will save Wanzhang Thunderbird?" Wanzhangxin asked the second question, he needed a reason to act.

"That's the Thunderbird! She's a very powerful slave girl! You've heard of it, right? Amidal's seventh-ranked [Hong Lei Di Ji] is her! Teacher Wan Zhangxin can get her favor!" Bai Bai Ya strongly praised Wanzhang Thunderbird's combat power, trying to make Wanzhangxin fall in love with Wanzhang Thunderbird's power.

"What's the use of my favor from her? Does she have any advantages?"

"She's so strong!—" Bai Ya's excited smile froze on her face, and Wan Zhangxin sitting in front of her was probably a stronger person than Wan Zhang Thunderbird.

"She's cute!" Bai Ya changed her words and gave a thumbs up at the same time, her face became hot when she thought of the cuteness of the Thunderbird.

"..." Wan Zhangxin remained expressionless and said nothing, obviously not moved at all.

"She... Forget it, I can't go on talking! Teacher Wan Zhangxin, what do you lack, I will let her learn it immediately! She will definitely satisfy you!" No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't imagine what desires Wan Zhangxin, such a strong man, had. Ya scratched her hair and yelled as if giving up on herself, she is suffering from a terrible headache now!

"Bai Ya, in your opinion, what kind of child is that Wanzhang Thunderbird?" Wanzhangxin said suddenly.

Was Wanzhangxin asking his opinion on Wanzhang Thunderbird?Bai Ya calmed down, thought for a while and said cautiously: "I don't know much about Little Thunderbird. I think she is a girl who should be protected. She is very weak. A girl like her is not suitable for fighting, but she has Strong awareness, if there is a reason to fight, she will become very strong! Of course, if possible, I want to keep her away from fighting, I want to protect her!"

"That's how it is, it's still the same as before."

"What are you talking about? I can't hear you clearly, Teacher Wan Zhangxin."

"It's nothing."

"So! Teacher Wan Zhangxin, please help the little thunderbird! If you don't need the favor of the little thunderbird, then use my favor! I will promise you one request! Believe me! Just give me time, I will I can do anything! I can do anything!" Bai Ya said in a firm tone like making an oath, she didn't want Thunderbird to be disappointed, and she didn't want that poor girl to end up turning into a monster!

"I won't make a move." What I got was a cold answer.

"Really..." Bai Ya lowered her head, her face full of disappointment, Wan Zhangxin's words were all about this, and she could no longer count on Wan Zhangxin's strength.

A bottle of blood-red medicine slowly came into her sight, Bai Ya was stunned for a moment and suddenly raised her head, seeing Wan Zhangxin handing her a bottle of medicine.

"Teacher Wan Zhangxin, what is this...?"

"medicine."

"What medicine?"

"The medicine that can cure her."

"Oh! Could it be the blood of Dean Wanzhangming!" Bai Ya made an excited voice. In this world, this is the only thing that can restrain the demonization of the Wanzhang Thunderbird race.

"No."

Section 78#Volume [-]: In the Holy Court of Heaven, the slave girls raise the flag of rebellion! : Chapter [-]: Awakened Memory

"But in this world, only the blood of Little Thunderbird's parents can restrain her racial demonization. Little Thunderbird's mother has passed away, and Dean Wanzhangming is Little Thunderbird's father—"

"Does she claim to be Wan Zhangming's daughter?" Wan Zhangxin interrupted Bai Ya.

"No, it was Long Luo who told me that although Little Thunderbird did not deny that Wan Zhangming was her father, she made no secret of her hatred for him. Father is an enemy, she seems to think so."

"... After you go back, tell her that if she dares to claim to be Wan Zhangming's daughter and the news spreads in the Holy Court, Wan Zhangming will kill her himself."

"Yes, it is true that the relationship between father and daughter is incompatible. By the way, does Teacher Wan Zhangxin know Dean Wan Zhangming very well?"

"I don't know. I have nothing to do with him. I just heard that he will kill all enemies that threaten the Holy Court. It's okay if Wanzhang Thunderbird is safe. Once she damages the reputation of the Holy Court, Wan Zhangming will naturally take action." Execute her."

"Just to prove that I am the biological daughter of Dean Wanzhangming, the little Thunderbird will die. Just for this, the father will kill his daughter. Isn't that too much?"

"She's a slave girl."

"Does Dean Wanzhangming treat slave girls as aliens?"

"No, he, like me, believes that slave girls are genuine human races, but in the Holy Court, and even in the whole world, slave girls are monsters that are excluded, and a mere daughter is too insignificant compared to the Holy Court."

"Hey—does this mean that, as Wanzhangming himself, he actually admits that Little Thunderbird is her daughter?"

"You talk too much nonsense, Bai Ya." Wan Zhangxin gave Bai Ya a cold look, he had given the medicine to Bai Ya, and Bai Ya just used it to treat Wan Zhang Thunderbird.

"So this is Dean Wanzhangming's blood? Teacher Wanzhangxin!" After making a big circle, Bai Ya still did not give up asking this question, pointing to the potion bottle containing the blood-red liquid in her hand, showing a happy smile.

"No."

"Then what is this?"

"medicine."