The Harem Rescue Project

Mu Xiaochi is very wary of Junior Sister Xiao's attitude. She is as intelligent as a child, and is more sensitive to the true emotions of people around her than ordinary people.

She should also be aware of the thoughts of Junior Sister Xiao.

Lin Qianshuang touched Xiaochi's head and said, "That elder sister is not a bad person. You will like her after spending some time with her."

Mu Xiaochi nervously grabbed Lin Qianshuang's fingers, "She is a bad person, she doesn't like Xiaochi, nor her sister."

Xiao Lanle sneered and stepped out of the water, her lotus arm lightly Shuchai inserted into the black hair bun, her five fingers stroked the folds of the belt, the water stains dissipated and the powder was like new.

Her every move was graceful and decent. Before passing by Lin Qianshuang, she rudely pulled her belt into her arms, the corners of her lips rose indifferently, and her black eyes said deeply: "Don't put your feelings on With this fool, sooner or later, I will kill her."

Lin Qianshuang staggered, looked at Xiao Lanle with a slightly deep eye, and said coldly: "Mrs. City Lord, here are all City Lord's people, if someone sees it... Please don't make your subordinates embarrassed. "

Xiao Lanle snorted and let go, and she glanced at Mu Xiaochi warningly with the corner of her eyes drooping.

Mu Xiaochi seemed to be frightened and hugged Lin Qianshuang's arm.

Lin Qianshuang held Xiaochi's cold hand and pressed her lower lip.

She seemed to be wrong. Junior Sister Xiao had a deep grudge against the city lord, and she had no purpose when approaching her, and it was even more threatening to Xiaochi.

Although the city lord regards the younger sister as a Taoist companion, she will realize her intentions sooner or later.

Bystanders are clear that the feelings between them are not sincere and unforgettable. How could Mu Weiyin shed tears for a traitor.

The tattoo on the collarbone was still hot and painful, and the slight pain deep into the flesh made her frown.

Like a piece of paper, and like a real person, these are two different things.

Lin Qianshuang touched her collarbone's hand and put it back. She smiled casually. She would not fall in love with anyone, so this Gu worm would never do any harm to her.

The heart suddenly twitched for a moment, and the piercing worm-bite tearing pain made her breathing a bit difficult, and she bent down slightly.

The eye pupils shrink, the pupils gather slightly, and the blood seems to stop flowing in the internal organs.

But there was nothing in her mind, no one left any image in her depths.

"Sister, your face is so pale, are you sick? I'll take you to the hospital."

Koike's face approached, tugging at the corner of Lin Qianshuang's clothes, and wiping the cold sweat from her forehead for her.

The torture of this gu worm came and went quickly.

Her mood was as ordinary as drinking water, and she didn't think of anyone in her heart. This Gu worm was more like giving her a predicament.

It is too difficult for the city who cultivates the ruthless Tao to take the initiative.

When she hadn't learned the ruthless way when she was a child, maybe someone had approached her heart.

Lin Qianshuang's heart moved, with a kind and gentle smile on his face, and whispered softly to Mu Xiaochi: "Xiaochi, my sister asks you a question, before Junior Sister Xiao, has City Lord Mu ever taken care of someone? "

Mu Xiaochi didn't seem to understand Lin Qianshuang's words, and blinked at her.

Lin Qianshuang reorganized her language, her eyes softly and her hands gestured and said: "Your sister used to have close friends? It's the kind that is very close. Two people often get together."

Mu Xiaochi did not answer. Instead, he hooked Lin Qianshuang's finger with his little finger, and pulled her out of the courtyard, toward a sparsely green path.

She stopped in a deserted house. The stone steps in front of the red painted door were clean and unsullied. Occasionally, wild flowers emerged from the cracks in the stone, and the fallen leaves were piled up under the tall trees, seeming to be swept away.

"My sister has to sit in this yard for a cup of tea every month before leaving, especially the few pieces of paper in the drawer in the study. She always doesn't like anyone approaching."

Koike walked into the study, picked up the antiques on the wooden cabinet and played with it, turning his head and saw Lin Qianshuang who walked to the desk and wanted to open the drawer, and said grievously: "The paper is yellow, just tear it. With a sticky kite, my sister fiercely attacked Koike, just for the dark weird person who handed her the shark beads in my memory."

Lin Qianshuang opened the drawer, and there was a stack of thin papers in the cabinet on which were written the incomprehensible simple heart tactics of the ruthless Tao, and underneath were bundles of thick yellowed bamboo slips.

This bundle of bamboo slips is the basic sword practice method.

You don’t have lovesickness in your life, and you will be lovesick, so you will hurt lovesickness.

Under the full of mental notes, there is still a strange verse that does not fit in at the end of the volume.

Obviously plagiarism poems by modern people.

There are still a few small words engraved on the last sentence, and Lin Qianshuang gently fills it in with a wisp of magic energy. Qian Yu said it should be the case.

The writing of these small characters is fluent and graceful, which is different from the wild handwriting on the notes. Obviously the owner is in a good mood.

Lin Qianshuang somewhat suspected that the words in the bundle of bamboo slips came from Liang Jingxuan, and it is possible that the male protagonist discovered the clues she found on a whim, and it is possible to leave misleading verses deliberately.

Light gold sword light flicked from the afterlight, and a purple figure appeared in the study in an instant.

"How did you coax Koike into here?"

Mu Weiyin snatched the bamboo slips in Lin Qianshuang's hands, and her seldom emotional face showed a slight anger. She pointed out the door, "Go out, this is not the place you can enter."

Seeing the anger on Mu Weiyin's face, Lin Qianshuang realized that she had touched the city lord's inverse scales and opened the door with fear.

To her luck, when she walked out, the city lord did not order her to be punished.

There must be some secrets in the bamboo slips, especially the love poem that is really weird.

Lin Qianshuang hid on the side of the door and looked through the crack of the door slightly. From her perspective, you could see the scene in the room. Mu Weiyin wiped the bamboo slips with silk cloth like a treasure, and put another bundle carefully into the drawer.

Those bundles of broken bamboo slips that were thrown on the street and no one took them were in Mu Weiyin's hands, but they became invaluable.

Mu Weiyin, who has seen the rare treasures in the world, can regard these bundles of tattered bundles so important, and there must be a story behind it.

Lin Qianshuang thought to herself that she happened to have succeeded as the lord of Tianshu Tower, so it was better to look for the city lord's documents in the building, maybe she could find some clues.

With the special silver token of Tianshu City, Lin Qianshuang walked in from the Tianshu Building, and many of the sub-buildings stopped to pay their respects when they passed by. The acquaintances in the Yixiang Building of the main building also faced her. Respectful, afraid to get close.

As soon as Lin Qianshuang stepped into the Tianshu City on the tenth floor, she searched Mu Weiyin's literature and classics, but in the huge bookshelf, she found several records of Tianshu City, but they were all It is a few sentences of miscellaneous biography, and has no reference value.

Turning the pages of the book in her hand, Lin Qianshuang looked a little sleepy looking at the sesame-sized characters. She hadn't noticed anyone approaching, and she was shocked.

She closed her eyes and saw that she was from Tianshu City, looking at the little servant who should be dressed in Tianshu Tower errands.

"Owner, the lock demon pagoda in the Mahayana Buddhist Temple shows signs of loosening. The city lord has ordered you to investigate and protect the safety of the city lord's wife. The sects of cultivation have already stayed in the Lingyun Inn outside the Buddhist sect."

Lin Qianshuang folded the classics and put them in the bookshelf, and nodded: "I will go and tell City Lord Mu that his subordinates know the monks in the Buddhist temple and may live in the shack where the pilgrims live."

Xiao Si repeatedly promised to go back to life.

The loosening of the lock demon pagoda in the Mahayana Buddhist temple is just a prologue.

Lin Qianshuang recalled the content of the original text. After this, all the demon lock towers suppressed by the five cultivation sects except Penglai Immortal Gate would be destroyed one by one.

And the ancient beast gluttonous will also appear because of this.

With the current plan, Lin Qianshuang is not thinking about how to prevent this disaster from happening. Compared to the impossible to prevent the doomed plot line, she is more concerned about how to use this matter to make Xiao Lanle the lord of the immortal alliance. .

On the character's favorability interface, the favorability bar under Xiao Lanle's portrait was full, and only the last mission of the Lord of the Immortal Alliance was still shining.

The night wind was mixed with the **** sweetness, and the fishermen's boats in the river floated empty in the blue waves with candle lights. Soon a scarlet mist floated from the bottom of the boat, and several dense skeletons floated out.

In the prosperous capital, there was a woven flow of people, merchant ships anchored at the pier, painted boats under the pavilion bridge hanging from lanterns, and bloodshots poured out in the deep water not far away. Gradually, a giant creature protruded out of two weird horns. , Half a pair of purple-red beast eyes peeped into the crowd of people underwater, and rows of fangs were surging with sea water and blood, emitting a stench.

There was a beautiful girl in Tsing Yi holding a huge brush in her hand, smearing the ground with water along the willow trees on both sides of the pavilion and bridge.

Many people passed by and glanced at the girl in Tsing Yi curiously, and some even watched her around her, holding a pen and dipping in the water.

There was a scholar full of economics who claimed to be knowledgeable and could not understand what the girl was writing distortedly and distortedly. He didn't seem to be surrounded by others to join in the fun. Instead, he walked up to the girl and stretched his head to look. Writing with the girl.

After the thick pen tip was dipped in water, every time it slid on the grass, a few faint purple lights floated up from the ground, which was especially magical for a long time.

"This girl, what are you writing about?"

Lin Qianshuang glanced at the young man carrying the book basket, saw that he was a mortal, and said casually, "I'm doing fortune-telling."

The scholar looked at the girl in Tsing Yi, she was beautiful and upright, not like those magic sticks on the rivers and lakes, and couldn't help but said: "This time I went to Beijing to take the exam, and I don't know if the girl can help me count it."

Lin Qianshuang’s spiritual consciousness was scattered near the waters of the Tingqiao. She keenly sensed where the monster was, and she didn’t even bother to talk to a mortal. She couldn’t help but said, “I’m very busy. Did you see the young man next to him? You go to him for fortune-telling."

The scholar looked into Lin Qianshuang’s line of sight, but saw that the man holding the fortune-telling flag suddenly pulled his hair, and then his scalp was cracked, and the entire human skin was gradually peeling off his body. He was frightened. His tongue was knotted, and a few books fell from the book basket behind him. He scrambled to pick up the books scattered on the ground. He didn't dare to look at the fortune-teller anymore, and left like flying away. .

Lin Qianshuang raised her head and glanced at the woman in pink who was holding the imitation human skin in her hand, and said through the voice: Junior Sister Xiao, for a mortal, you don't need to frighten him in this way.

"This mortal, his nose is on your face, you don't care about me."

Xiao Lanle removed the disguise, stuffed the human holster into the jade slip, and walked to the edge of the crowd of onlookers.