Si Wenning covered her face, and she also used beauty tricks, countermeasures, serial tricks, hidden knives in laughter, etc.
Si Wenning's cheeks were hot for a while, and the feeling of embarrassment made her want to crawl into the seam. Unfortunately, even if she crawls into it, the previous incident does not mean that it never happened.
Si Wenning: I always feel that I will take a pill sooner or later.
Rong Xian saw the shock in her eyes and gave her an indifferent haha, she thought she wanted to have such a cousin who robs men, haha.
"Cousin, are you really right? With Rong Xian's personality, how could it be my Si family's child?" Si Wenning didn't believe it, and was not very willing to believe it.
The people of their Si family are naturally cunning, and everyone is a self-taught politician.
But as for Rong Xian, that's a bad and kind doctor.
Helping the world to save people, gentle and gentle, is a completely different painting style from their Si family, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the surname Si.
Sizhen listened to her rebuttal, but it was as if she had been stabbed in the wound, and her expression was ugly.
He raised his voice sharply: "She is, she must be."
Sizhen closed her eyes, hiding the pain deep in her eyes.
His face was pale and his lips were trembling.
He remembered everything, he remembered everything.
Before he passed out of despair, his daughter had no life left.
No matter how many revival pills he gave his daughter to eat, her daughter still didn't wake up.
His daughter was gone, right before his eyes.
But when he saw Rong Xian, he instinctively thought that this person was his daughter.
It was the traction between the bloodlines, the unbreakable bond that drove them to meet.
Even if the soul in that body is different, as long as he can live as his daughter, he will ask for nothing, ask for nothing.
He couldn't accept the fact that his daughter died, even if it was just a substitute, it was the comfort of his feelings.
And that person is not just a substitute.
She lives in his daughter's body, giving life to that shell.
In his heart, that is his other daughter.
Sizhen's throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood vomited out.
A tear fell from his eyes, and after all, it was still difficult to calm down.
"Ah? Cousin, what's wrong with you?" Si Wenning's face turned pale when she saw Si Zhen's appearance.
She hurriedly took out the spare life-sustaining pill from her arms and stuffed it into her cousin's mouth. After seeing the cousin swallowed it, she looked better, and then she felt relieved.
"Cousin, are you seriously injured?" Si Wenning guessed.
Sizhen shook her head and said in a hoarse voice, "Find Rong Xian, be sure to find Rong Xian."
"Okay, let's look for it together, let's look for it together." Si Wenning responded quickly, daring not to delay for half a minute, for fear of making his cousin angry.
Seeing the two quickly leave, Rong Xian's eyes darkened.
Is there something she doesn't notice? I always thought Sizhen's performance was a bit surprising.
She pursed her lips and pondered for a moment, but she still couldn't figure out why.
With a faint sigh, Rong Xian turned and flew into the distance.
She wanted to see Amei, she wanted to see her very much.
Time returned to half a month ago, somewhere in the Demon Gate stronghold, two black-robed demon cultivators lightly placed a bronze coffin engraved with mysterious runes on the ground, and then stood silently as chickens, holding their breaths.
Lou Hanxi walked over gently with the woman in his arms, the lid of the coffin opened, and she carefully put the person inside.
Rong Xian's clothes have all been changed. The blood-stained white dress has been replaced by a noble purple long dress embroidered with intricate runes. The silver gauze is worn outside, and the white jade belt around her waist is not loose or tight. Bound, the purse exuding a faint medicinal fragrance lay obediently on her waist.
Rong Xian closed her eyes tightly. The wound on her wrist had healed, and she couldn't see any traces at all, but her face was still pale and bloodless.
She looked like she was asleep, and the corners of her slightly upturned mouth seemed to be dreaming, but everyone knew that she had lost her breath and heartbeat.
Lou Hanxi smoothed the hair on Rong Xian's forehead, and looked at Rong Xian like a secluded pool. She knew that the elder sister was not dead, the soul in this body was just sleeping, and the damage she caused was the same as that of the elder sister. The self-destruction is completely incomparable.
At the beginning, my sister was able to live well, but now it will be no problem.
It's just that she was able to wait for the elder sister at the beginning, but now she doesn't know if she can wait.
Lou Hanxi waved his hand to cover the coffin lid, his hands quickly formed seals, and one by one forbidden runes were printed on the bronze coffin, firmly protecting the coffin.
After doing all this, she opened her right hand, and a 'Rong' glyph with a fiery red light floated in the air.
Lou Hanxi handed the talisman to the two demon cultivators, with a tone that couldn't help saying: "Reach to Guitu City in Nanzhou within a month, follow this token, put the bronze coffin in the place where it should be placed, and you can come back and return to your life. already."
"Yes, Venerable." After taking the talisman, the two demon cultivators carefully carried the bronze coffin and turned it into a cloud of black mist and flew towards the south.
Looking into the distance, Lou Hanxi only withdrew his gaze until he could no longer see the shadow of the bronze coffin.
Sister, the Rong family land is the safest. No matter how bloody and violent the mainland is, it will never endanger you. No matter when you sleep, no one can hurt you.
Lou Hanxi blinked, and all her emotions disappeared quickly. She said coldly, "Qu Lang, let's go and meet those mysterious people."
"Yes, Venerable." Qu Lang flew out first, heading towards those mysterious strongholds.
Lou Hanxi followed behind him, those eyes were full of suppressed madness and bloodthirsty, like a ghost in hell who had lost his mind, only killing but not showing mercy.
The rest of the demon cultivators shuddered and followed Lou Hanxi, not daring to take a breath.
Today's Venerable is in a bad mood, they have to be careful, or they will likely be torn apart by His Holiness.
More than once, they have seen His Holiness tear up a living person after going mad.
This restless night passed quickly, and when the first rays of sunlight shone on the earth, all the damned ones on Lou Hanxi's list died.
She stretched lazily, carelessly wiped the blood droplets from her cheeks, and said in relief, "From now on, you are free."
Her eyes were as sharp as knives: "Your last mission—everyone who encounters Ningyue and other traitors, kill them on the spot."
"Yes, Your Honor." Everyone responded in unison.
Lou Hanxi glanced at everyone, and turned into a black mist that dissipated on the spot.
Qu Lang was the first to carry out Lou Hanxi's order.
Although he is only a little devil in the secular world, he has followed Wuxinya and these big men for so long, and he has become a master in observing words and expressions.
Just now Venerable Hanxi really wanted to let everyone go free. As a good dogleg, of course he was the first to respond.
After Qu Lang was the first to leave, the rest of the demon cultivators looked at each other for a long time. After trying to fly in different directions, they found that there was nothing abnormal. Only then did they completely believe that Lou Hanxi really didn't need any subordinates.
Rong Xian: I always feel that this seat is being tricked [_?]
(End of this chapter)