The Harem Rescue Project

Han Shengyao’s purple eyes lay lazily on the table and poured a cup of water into her mouth, as if she was drinking half a jar of boiled water. Her gaze went from Xiao Lanle, who was hiding the knife in her smile, to Lin Qianshuang’s body, bright red. He opened his lips slightly and said in a hazy tone: "Is the leader able to bear this, come and drink again~?"

Her voice was originally the famous magnetism in the full text. The drunken laziness and contentment gave Lin Qianshuang a feeling of hitting Su, and her gaze towards her was extremely hot, which made Lin Qianshuang a little embarrassed. I staggered my sight and coughed.

Xiao Lanle was a little overwhelmed with alcohol, and her charming face was flushed. She looked at Lin Qianshuang for a while out of focus, and suddenly tilted her head and fell on her shoulder, the cup in her hand shattered unsteadily. One place.

"..." Lin Qianshuang was caught off guard by Xiao Lanle and fell to the ground with a chair. The drunk woman sat down on her, grabbed her in a daze for a long time in the air, and held her firmly. Tucked her neck up and rubbed it in her arms contentedly.

Lin Qianshuang looked at Xiao Lanle dumbfoundedly at Xiao Lanle like a big cat arching her neck and smelling, and then Xiao Lanle's collar was lifted by one hand, and she fell to the side forcibly.

Han Shengyao stepped forward and swayed Xiao Lanle, who had been lying on the ground for a long time, and said angrily: "No...you can't eat the tofu of this disciple, only...only this one can! "

Lin Qianshuang was about to get up and was about to get up, and was pushed against the wall with one hand by Han Shengyao. Her veil was torn apart, her hot breath sprayed on her face, and she was cold with alcohol. The kiss drifted from the corner of her eye to the corner of her lips.

Han Shengyao held Lin Qianshuang's dumb face and looked for a few seconds, her rosy lips were getting closer and closer...

Just when she suspected that she was about to kiss, and hesitated to slap her with a slap to wake the other party, Han Shengyao closed her eyes, the breathtaking dark purple light converged, and her body was unstable and she was about to slip off.

Lin Qianshuang was startled, her eyesight and hands quickly and firmly supported Han Shengyao. She seemed to be asleep, her head slightly hanging down, and the weight of her entire body was pressing on her.

Han Shengyao was half a head taller than her, making her a little unsteady. She could only stabilize the swaying two people by urging the devilish energy.

The magic seal hung on Han Shengyao’s waist. Lin Qianshuang tentatively called the master a few times. Seeing that she ignored her, he cautiously reached out to take the magic seal. To her surprise, the magic seal did not occur. An violent act of resistance, but lighted up a few times, and then lay in Lin Qianshuang's hands obediently as if he had accepted his fate, as if... its owner had signaled in advance.

Lin Qianshuang used a piece of spiritual stone to make a magic seal and tied it back to Han Shengyao's waist.

The door inside the house was pushed in, Su Qing hurriedly walked in, and several other attendants walked in.

"Owner, you may need to arrange accommodation for two distinguished guests."

Lin Qianshuang wanted to let the Lord of the Demon Realm and the Lord of the Immortal Alliance go back to all walks of life after the dinner, but looked at the Lord of the Immortal Alliance who was lying motionless on the ground, and the Lord of the Demon Realm who was sleeping to death on her. , She suddenly had a headache, and said in a tired voice: "Just arrange it in the Tianshu Building, so that it won't be spread outside, saying that the Tianshu City is not well served."

Su Qing stepped forward, trying to remove the drunk Lord of the Demon Territory who was almost hanging on Lin Qianshuang, and his arm was pulled by a blue-clothed girl.

Xia Xin obstructed Su Qing from helping Han Shengyao, took the lead in stabilizing the person, and said with a narrow mouth toward Su Qing: "The lord of the demon domain, I will send her to the place where she is staying, so don't worry about it."

Su Qing watched Xia Xin leave with the Lord of the Demon Territory, with a slight embarrassment on his face, nodded towards Lin Qianshuang, and hurriedly followed in Xia Xin's footsteps.

Lin Qianshuang instructed the attendants to lift up the Immortal League lord on the ground, stretched out and planned to go back to the room to change into light clothes, and then went to the Tianshu Temple to try to place the magic seal, but suddenly heard the attendants panic and scream She turned around, and Xiao Lanle, who was still lying on the ground, seemed to ignite a fire, and the group of attendants could not get close to her. A courageous maid reached out and touched her, and her hand blistered from burns. .

Lin Qianshuang pressed her lower lip slightly, squatted down to test Xiao Lanle's physical condition, and said to the people around him: "You all go down, I will help her."

The crowd listened to Lin Qianshuang's instructions and breathed a sigh of relief, and all walked out from the door lightly.

Lin Qianshuang patted Xiao Lanle on the cheek, and his face was cold and frosty and said: "Leader, the ground is so cold, why don't you stay here all the time?"

Xiao Lanle remained silent on the ground, cold sweat oozes from her forehead, and a few broken voices suddenly overflowed from her lips, her whole body curled up weak and pitiful.

Her lips seemed to call her mother, it should be a nightmare.

Lin Qianshuang was a little bit vomit about her nervousness, Xiao Lanle had used her more than she liked, and there was no need to approach her by pretending to be unconscious.

Junior Sister Xiao was originally Huo Linggen's physique. Without the Buddha's glaze that had been protecting her for a long time, her body would be much weaker.

Lin Qianshuang thought that she was also interfering in the plot. In the original text, Xiao Shen, the head of Penglai Immortal Sect who lived well, was killed by her, and Xiao Lanle, who was supposed to live in a beautiful world and knew nothing, was also brutally pulled by her. In the real world, I have tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, and I can't help but feel a little guilty.

"Junior Sister."

Lin Qianshuang sighed and lifted the person up from the ground. Seeing that she fell on her body and slipped off again, he hesitated for a while, then lifted the person on his back.

She was afraid of being burned by the fire on Xiao Lanle's body, and the devilish energy lingered all over her body. A wisp of devilish energy drew in her hand and held Xiao Lanle's cold palm to regulate the spiritual veins in her body.

"Senior Sister Qianshuang, is that you?"

The neck was pulled back slightly, and a side face was attached to her temples, speaking in a low tone.

Lin Qianshuang clicked in his heart, stopped nervously, turned to look at the person on his back, Xiao Lanle seemed to wake up for a while, and then fell asleep again.

She was startled, she was talking in a dream.

Lin Qianshuang breathed a sigh of relief, continued to walk forward, stopped in a room, put Xiao Lanle down and leaned on her side, and opened the door with one hand. The faint fragrance of hyacinth spread in the room. The crisp shell wind chimes jingled on the curtains of the bed curtain.

She sat by the bed and helped Xiao Lanle take off her shoes, straightened her body, put the pillow under the back of her head, and gently covered her with a quilt. In her sleep, Xiao Lanle raised her brows. Still frowning, the jet-black evergreen silk has a few silver wires sandwiched in it, which is extremely dazzling.

Cultivators are aging slowly, and the cultivation base on the golden core can live for more than one hundred and fifty years. She has such an early birth and blooming, which should be caused by the fatigue of the heart.

Lin Qianshuang stared at Xiao Lanle’s sleeping face, and suddenly remembered that when she first saw Junior Sister Xiao, her eyebrows were blue and carefree. After a flash, she felt a sense of vicissitudes. She stroked her face with a hint in her heart. Fatigue, a little pain in the temple.

Compared with the past, the two of them have become completely the same. Time is the same no matter where it is. When it goes by, it is merciless. It cannibalize the original appearance of things a little bit. It is too late to repent, and it is too late to repent. All are completely unrecognizable after washing.

Lin Qianshuang set the quilt for Xiao Lanle. In her heart, Xiao Lanle is like her own sister. She watched her choose to walk down that path step by step, no matter what Xiao Lanle did. What kind of choices and trade-offs are related to her interests, and she has no fault in her eyes.

But she seems to be not doing well now.

"What are you looking for? The comments and comments at the beginning were the most ideal endings based on external factors. But why are you really implementing them? You have become the masters of your own lives, but you are constrained by another thing? , Can’t get real freedom."

Lin Qianshuang recalled her entire rescue strategy experience, and suddenly felt that she seemed to have overlooked a lot of things. There were signs when many emotional changes occurred, but she chose to ignore it carelessly and continued to approach the rescue strategy goals. Instead, Misleading.

Feeling a bit of a failure, she left the bedside in a low mood, and the corner of her clothes was suddenly pulled tightly by a hand.

"Sister, don't go..."

"Don't go..."

Lying on the bed, Xiao Lanle closed her eyes tightly with cold sweat, as if a drowning man was clutching the life-saving straw.

Lin Qianshuang sat back quietly again, holding a soothing incense in her right hand and placed it on the tip of her nose, and combed her spiritual breath for a while, Qian Yujian heard her order and flew out of the table. A sword cut the corners of her clothes, and only a few pieces of fabric remained in Xiao Lanle's tight hands.

Xiao Lanle's strength seemed to be taking time, and she grabbed the quilt covering her body sideways. After a while, under the effect of the calming fragrance, her brows gradually stretched, and her face gradually relaxed, as if she slept more securely.

"Junior sister, have a good dream."

Lin Qianshuang got up from the bed, closed the slightly opened window, and closed the door gently. There were already several monks waiting for her outside the door.

A monk said: "Owner, the carriage outside is ready, I don't know when to leave?"

Lin Qianshuang took the magic seal in her hand. She almost forgot to ask Liang Jingxuan to meet at the Lantern Festival in the mortal world. She said to the monk who was waiting for instructions: "You go in the car first. Go to the Tianshu Temple, but half a cup of tea will come."

Those monks got the order and left first.

The Tianshu Temple is brightly lit no matter whether it is day or night. The shark oil lamps in the temple are placed on the only way. Lin Qianshuang was followed by a wretched uncle in the real world, so the most feared thing is to walk at night, at night on weekdays. There are shadows when walking, but I don’t know why I feel a little settled in my heart on this open and open road that will never go out for a thousand years.

The main seat in the temple was extremely empty. Lin Qianshuang glanced at the purple yarn that was drooping in the hall. There was a little illusion. He seemed to see Mu Weiyin sitting in the main seat in a mysterious manner, staring at the sky below. The people who have nothing, her eyes are clear and seem to be able to see everything, but there is a trace of ambition in this.

Lin Qianshuang didn't stay long, and continued to hurried forward. She still had important things to finish.

She walked unhurriedly through the winding corridors and walked into the hall where the sky-changing formation was placed. She gently opened her palms, and the magic seal turned into a purple light and plunged into the floating beam of light. The original shape of the magic seal was confined in it, and there was a sound of creaking gears turning, the four-petal Buddha lotus at the eye of the sky array was lighted up again, and the golden light array was spreading with Dao runes. The depiction is filled with the lotus petals at the front of the eye, and the instrument panel represented by Tiandao is a little messy, which seems to be disturbed.

Heavenly Dao instinctively perceives something wrong, and the thunder penalty condenses into a ball of light thunderballs and gathers above the Tianshu Temple. The two halves of the lotus petals that change the sky formation heart suddenly rotate and turn into golden eye pupils, and in the blink of an eye, a mixture of red and purple light The golden pillar pierced through the cloud and collided fiercely with the light thunderball, bursting white lights to illuminate most of the sky, and the falling thunder expelled from the thunder group gradually disappeared through the clouds, turning into a dense pouring rain from the clouds. The whereabouts, crackled and knocked down the sky above Tianshu City.

It seems to be... raining?

Lin Qianshuang heard the movement outside. She sat on the steps of the Altar Altar and looked into the window inside the hall. Pieces of pear blossoms were sucked by an air current and danced in mid-air. The trees were caught in intense rain. The floor was almost slanted. The beam of light condensed from the sky-changing formation wrapped the entire Tianshu City in it, and the lightning was bounced off by the golden mask, turning into falling rain and unable to approach it.

"God, how does it feel to be frustrated?"

Lin Qianshuang smiled happily, like a child who had grabbed sugar. Tiandao wanted to kill her more than once, but every time she was saved, Tiandao hated her half-dead, but couldn't get rid of her appearance, which made her mind and body Delightful.

She looked at the Tianchang Formation and her sight was full of hope. Now it was only the result of the Buddha Shali and Demon Seal being in the eyes of the formation. If all four artifacts were returned to their positions, then Liang Jingxuan's Son of Destiny should be completely broken. All creatures in this world are revolving around the male lead Liang Jingxuan, and when the way of heaven is changed and turned back to zero, free from the shackles of the main line of fate, the whole plane is like a new life, and the good luck of Liang Jingxuan's equipment has come to an end. The air of the king is no longer a threat to her.

Lin Qianshuang put on a set of simple and elegant clothes, and put on a veil with a disguised face. With the help of the monk, she lifted the curtain and sat in it.

The carriage steadily crossed the clouds and reached the junction of Tianshu City and Human Realm, heading towards a mortal capital. Lin Qianshuang sat cross-legged in the carriage, opened the curtain and looked out the window. The east is white, and the streets are gradually clear as the carriage gradually descends to a fixed point.

She thought a little bit, and it seemed that this heavy rain in the cultivation world had no effect on the mortal dust.

The wind blows the thatched house swaying, and heavy rain drops on the fragile roof, making a harsh crackling sound.

Liang Jingxuan was sleeping soundly in the comfortable cave in the magic weapon, and was suddenly awakened by the sound of intense rain. He yawned and walked out of the magic weapon space, opened the door of the thatched house and looked towards the sky, where the raindrops were like him. The illusion produced by dreaming was the scorching sun from the horizon, and his eyes turned black, and his whole person was dizzy.