Zhuque, who was standing by, was stunned when she heard this. She glanced at Hexi and suddenly screamed, "Impossible!! How could she possibly cure the master? Qinglong, you must have teamed up with this bitch to deceive us?"
Qinglong frowned and was about to speak, but Hexi had already stepped forward and said with a faint smile: "Suzaku, since my treatment of Nangong Yu has yielded results, then it's time for you to fulfill the bet, right?"
—If you cure my master, I will give up all my skills and never be a doctor again!
A look of fear suddenly appeared in Zhuque's eyes. She stood up abruptly and quickly took out a flying sword with a flashing green light. She glared at Hexi with bloodshot eyes. "Bitch, it was you who teamed up with Qinglong to deceive me. You want me to fulfill the bet? You are just dreaming. I will chop you into pieces today. Let's see how you can seduce the master with that seductive face of yours!"
As she spoke, she held the flying sword in her hand and leaped towards He Xi.
Qinglong and others were anxious and were about to help - after all, the safety of their master now depended on Miss Nalan's hands. But Baihu stopped them and signaled with his eyes that they should just watch the show.
Just as Suzaku's sword was about to pierce Hexi's body, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from Hexi's body. The golden light contained lightning and thunder, making crackling sounds, which were transmitted directly from the tip of Suzaku's sword to her body.
Zhuque shuddered all over, as if his whole body was electrified. For a moment, his hands and feet twitched and he shook as if he was having epilepsy.
It was this few seconds of pause that allowed He Xi to take out the bone whip, and then he swung it lightly, gently passing over her head.
"Ah--!" Zhuque screamed, his body moved backwards, and his hands quickly reached to his head.
However, the expected touch of soft black hair was not there, and all that was left was the bare scalp oozing with blood.
Zhuque looked up in horror and saw the expressions of Baihu and the others trying to hold back their laughter and the mocking smile of Nalan Hexi.
Then, He Xi seemed to remember something, and he retracted his whip, conjured up a mirror, and said to Zhuque leisurely: "You must be curious about what you look like now, right? Here, take a good look at the new look I designed for you. Are you satisfied?"
Zhuque looked over with trembling body, and saw a somewhat old face reflected in the mirror. There was a hideous centipede-like scar on the face, and above the face, there was no longer neatly combed black hair, but a bald head.
"Ahhh-!" Suzaku screamed, "This is not me! This is not me!"
"Bitch, bitch, you made me like this, I want to die with you! I want you to die without a burial place!"
Zhuque's eyes turned red and a crazy expression appeared on his face. He suddenly took out a simple-shaped lamp from his arms.
The moment they saw the light, Qinglong and the others' faces changed.
This seemingly inconspicuous lamp is called "Dream Tracing Lamp" and is a high-grade magic weapon left to Zhuque by her master. This kind of Dream Tracing Lamp can only be used by those who have reached the Golden Core Stage or above. One strike will exhaust the spiritual power in the warrior's body. If the spiritual power is not enough, it needs to be supplemented by blood essence. However, once used, it can instantly make the opponent confused and lose the ability to resist.
Such a magic weapon, not to mention that He Xi's level is not high, even Qinglong and others are afraid of it. If she uses it, then He Xi will have to die here. (To be continued)