Zhao Weihu is a cunning and treacherous master with the most evil intentions. As soon as he saw Cao Xiaoxian's posture, he knew that he was testing him. So he smiled and said as if to himself, "You are just a puppet, how can you deserve to be worshiped by me, Zhao Weihu?"
Zhao Weihu was talking to himself on the surface, but Cao Xiaoxian could hear every word clearly. Cao Xiaoxian's expression suddenly changed. This was her biggest secret. Zhao Weihu had discovered it. How could she not be surprised
Cao Xiaoxian immediately turned to look at Shi Qingzhao and said in a deep voice, "Go back first!"
Shi Qingzhao turned around and returned to the room without any hesitation. This move shocked Zhao Weihu's heart. Only now did he become completely sure that everything Fu Yanshan said was true, and that Cao Xiaoxian had indeed controlled Shi Qingzhao.
"Follow me!" Cao Xiaoxian said and flew away. Zhao Weihu hurriedly pulled Zhao Xipin and then caught up. [
The three of them stood in front of each other until they reached a remote and quiet place, and then they stopped.
After Cao Xiaoxian paused, he just stood there quietly with his back to the Zhao family and his son, but did not speak. Zhao Weihu felt a little guilty. If Cao Xiaoxian didn't want to see the father and son and was unwilling to accept them, then their situation would be embarrassing and dangerous.
"Miss Cao..." Zhao Weihu swallowed his saliva lightly and stepped forward.
Suddenly, Cao Xiaoxian suddenly turned around, and at the same time, a terrifying murderous aura filled her body. Zhao Weihu felt bad in his heart, but it was already too late. Cao Xiaoxian's pink and white jade arm rushed straight towards his throat.
Cao Xiaoxian's arms not only have excellent skin, but also have an extremely beautiful shape, plump and pink, which is quite mouth-watering. But at this moment, Zhao Weihu had no intention of appreciating it at all, because this beautiful arm had turned into a scythe of death, ready to harvest his life at any time.
Zhao Weihu only heard from Fu Yanshan that Cao Xiaoxian's cultivation level was extremely high, but he had never seen it with his own eyes. But now he saw that Cao Xiaoxian's cultivation was so high that he was no longer a human being, or rather an immortal, but a god.
With just such a gentle exploration, the power it gathered was like the sky collapsing, the earth sinking, and all things extinct! It's not that Zhao Weihu never thought of resisting, but under such a terrifying momentum, the spiritual power in his body collapsed before it could be activated. No matter how he used his mind, he couldn't mobilize it at all. This is not only a qualitative difference, but also a difference between heaven and earth. After all, Zhao Weihu was also a cultivator at the peak of the ninth level, but in front of Cao Xiaoxian, he was worse than a baby.
"Dad!" Seeing that Zhao Weihu was as dumb as a wood carving and clay sculpture under Cao Xiaoxian's offensive, Zhao Xipin became very anxious and subconsciously flew up to grab him.
"Looking for death!" Cao Xiaoxian shouted, and opened his other jade hand. An invisible but irresistible suction force instantly pulled Zhao Xipin, causing him to fly towards Cao Xiaoxian's palm involuntarily.
"Ms. Cao, please be merciful. Our father and son came here specifically to seek refuge with Miss Cao!" Seeing that something was not going well, Zhao Weihu shouted hurriedly.
"Huh! I don't need a pair of trash like you!" Cao Xiaoxian was unmoved and said in a cold voice.