Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: The sixth bowl of soup (11)

"You! Who the **** are you!"

Although Wei Zhong still looks calm, Qing Huan can see that he is feeling guilty at the moment. Although the people around him are not as good as him, they are all first-class players. When he waved it away, one could imagine how terrified Wei Zhong felt in his heart.

Qing Huan did not answer him, but approached step by step, stopped a few meters away from Wei Zhong, and asked politely, "I have a pet named Ji Guang, I heard that in Can you give it back to me?"

Although it is a question, there is basically no room for Wei Zhong to refuse.

Thinking of that mysterious spirit beast, whose origin he couldn't find out at all, and the tremendous help he had received from that spirit beast over the past 400 years, but there was a glimmer of greed in the bottom of Zhong's eyes, and he would never put it down. Jiguang returns! "I don't know what the girl said about 'Jiguang'. Why did the girl want to find her pet, so why did she come to teach me?"

"Wei Zhong, what are you pretending to be in front of me?" Qing laughed happily at Wei Zhong's pretence. "Could it be, do you want me to call you 'Jiuying'?"

Hearing this, Wei Zhong's expression changed greatly: "I don't know what you are talking about. If you continue to talk nonsense here, don't blame me for kicking you out!"

"You have the ability, feel free to use it." Qing laughed. "I won't talk nonsense with you, I will return Jiguang."

"I said, I don't know what 'Jiguang'!" Wei Zhong growled lowly.

His repeated denials finally made Qing Huan feel impatient. "Yeah, that's fine. You know, you have to give it back to me, and if you don't know, you have to give it back to me."

"The girl is too deceiving!" Wei Zhong waved his sleeves, and hundreds of Wan Jianzong disciples rushed into the hall to surround Qing Huan, with the intention of preventing her from leaving Wan Jianzong today. "My Ten Thousand Swords Sect is a righteous way of cultivating immortals. How can you and others come and go at will! Please leave the girl quickly!"

At this moment, a soft voice came over: "Brother Zhong."

"Rong'er." Wei Zhong turned around and saw that it was Mei Aorong, his eyes softened, and seeing her anxious expression again, he asked in a low voice, "But something happened?"

Mei Aorong was so anxious: "Brother Zhong, Tong Er hasn't returned since he left in the early morning. I'm so worried about him! This child has always been sensible and will never come back so late!"

After 400 years of not seeing her, Mei Aorong is still beautiful, but she has changed from a splendid female cultivator to a more charming, mature and charming young woman. Her jet-black long hair was tied into a bun, and she was standing beside Wei Zhong in a purple dress. The couple looked very talented and beautiful.

Wei Zhongzheng wanted to comfort Mei Aorong for a few more words, but Qing Huan smiled: "Are you talking about him?"

On her snow-white and tender palm, a transparent ball of light was trapped in a child full of swearing and swearing. Seeing Wei Zhong and Mei Aorong at this moment, the child was immediately excited and kept beating the ball of light to want to go out.

Wei Zhong's expression turned cold: "If the girl has a grudge against the servants, she would go to the door to challenge her directly. Why would she take a child to vent her anger! If it spreads out, I'm not afraid to make the world's monks laugh!"

Qing Huan shrugged indifferently: "You give me Jiguang, and I will give back your child." Anyway, he is not a good boy. Compared with the doll named A Yuan, this Mei Feitong is simply a beast. Relying on the appearance of the child, I don't know how many people's lives were buried in their hands, it would be better for the family to die earlier.

Although Mei Feitong is in her sixties and has a mature mind, she is very dependent on her parents. She immediately started crying. Mei Aorong's heart would be broken by him. She looked at Weizhong pitifully With his eyes, he begged him to return Jiguang to Qinghuan. Although the spirit beast is good, it is not worth the importance of the son! Besides, if they lost one spirit beast, they could still hunt for the second one, but without the child, where would they go to find the second one?

Although Wei Zhong is ruthless and ruthless towards others, he treats his wife and son with deep affection. He immediately gritted his teeth and said, "I promise you I will." After saying that, he flicked his robe sleeves, and a mass of white objects went straight to the ground. Chao Qinghuan smashed over. Qing Huan caught it quickly with his eyes and hands. The little life within his reach was bony, and the snow-white fur was stained with dust. When he touched it, even a few bones were clearly visible. She was annoyed, and the red mark between her eyebrows was looming, "I don't know what is dead or alive."

Just when she was about to start the killing ring, Ji Guang in the palm of her hand suddenly meowed, raised her little head, and her big blue eyes were shining with red light, obviously recognizing her.

Seeing Jiguang licking and rubbing against Qinghuan's hand, Weizhong was very upset. He had raised this beast for hundreds of years, but he had never kissed him so much, but he always regarded him as an enemy! Otherwise, how could he be willing to absorb the mysterious spirit beast? It's not that this little beast is unfamiliar! Could it be that... this woman is really the owner of the little beast?

"Okay, don't act like a spoiled child. I told you to stay by his side with him, but I didn't tell you to make yourself look like this." Qing Huan sighed, and lightly tapped Jiguang's brow with her index finger. Lightning-shaped imprint of blood. Immediately, the white light flourished, and in the blink of an eye, the haggard-haired little white cat disappeared, replaced by a divine beast with ribbed wings, a snow-white body, and only a fiery red mane. Its eyes are blue, red light flashes occasionally, its momentum is like electricity, it is galloping like thunder, it is holy like snow, and it is unattainable and daunting. But at the same time, it is extremely beautiful, which makes people unable to stop looking at it.

However, such a divine beast that people admire, fell down in front of Qing Huan. Qing Huan took advantage of the situation to sit on Ji Guang's back, her slender fingers gently combing the warm fur, and sighed in a low voice: "The original form is so beautiful."

Jiguang let out a proud cry, clearly satisfied with his perfect and divine appearance.

Wei Zhong regrets it! If he had known that the kitten named Jiguang would have such a shape, he would never have returned it anyway! At this moment, the only way is to get Tonger back first, and then think of a solution for Jiguang's affairs! So he clasped his fists and said, "Girl, now that I have returned Jiguang, can you let go of the dog?"

"Previously, didn't you say you didn't know what Jiguang was or where Jiguang was?" Qing Huan asked.

The disciples in the hall also felt strange and turned to look at Wei Zhong, waiting for him to give an answer. Wei Zhongxin was stunned, he was used to being aloof, and he forgot... Most of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect did not know his true face at all! But how would he explain it? Just as his brain was spinning rapidly, Mei Aorong moved the lotus step lightly, stepped forward and bowed slightly to Qing Huan: "Girl, that kitten was accidentally picked up by the dog playing in the mountains, He loves it very much, and he insists that our husband and wife take care of him. I never thought that this is a girl's spirit beast, and if I offend you, I will ask the girl Haihan." After speaking, he gave a deep salute.

If it were someone else, it would be fine. But Qinghuan is not someone else, she ignored the loopholes in Mei Aorong's words, stroked Jiguang's fiery red mane, and said, "Spirit beast? My Jiguang is not a spiritual beast, it is a divine beast."

Beasts? ! According to legend... it only exists, no one has seen it, and the world basically thinks that it doesn't exist... mythical beast? !

If Wei Zhong's regret was only 80% before, then now, it has already exploded. He stared greedily at Ji-gwang, considering how much he could benefit from it. No wonder...no wonder! No wonder this little beast has been absorbed and cultivated by him, but he has not died, and has lived for four hundred years! Other spirit beasts, even high-level eighth-level spirit beasts, can last for a few months at most, only this little beast, otherwise he wouldn't keep it for so long!

So as the owner of the beast, how powerful is this woman? Wei Zhong didn't know. He couldn't feel the level of Qinghuan, she walked lightly and silently, and seemed to have no cultivation, but judging from her performance, she was by no means simple! It is said that those who have truly attained the Dao can control the coercion at will, and other people can't see it at all. Could it be that... Wei Zhong frowned, and for the first time, he had no doubts about Qing Huan's "Uncle Master" identity: "Dare to ask the girl Fangling. Geometry?"

Geometry? Qing Huan smiled and said, "I'm very old, very very old."

Wei Zhong rolled his eyes, took the lead and knelt down: "This disciple pays respects to the uncle!"

Mei Aorong is worthy of being the wife he thought of, and immediately knelt down. With the head teacher and the real couple taking the lead, the other disciples naturally put away their swords and bowed down one after another: "Disciples, wait to see the uncle!"

It's really a good man who knows the current affairs. If Wei Zhong didn't deviate from the right path, with his character, Qing Huan would indeed be willing to help him, but it's a pity. She sat on Jiguang's back and threw the light ball in her hand towards Weizhong: "Return your son."

Only Zhong Xian took it over, Mei Feitong was already crying with tears and snot, and her heart-piercing appearance made Mei Aorong's heart twist like a knife. Women are born with maternal love, and now that she is no longer a waste of five spiritual roots, but a powerful cultivator who is about to enter the stage of spiritual transformation, and her son has returned safely, Mei Aorong can't help it. Going to seek justice with Qing Huan: "Master Uncle, our Wanjian Sect always pays attention to etiquette. Although my son has a stubborn personality, he has no bad intentions. Why did Uncle Master treat him like this? He is just a child!" After speaking, holding Mei Feitong, tears fell. "My poor child!"

The disciples in the hall saw that she was crying so hard that Mei Aorong's image among the disciples was very decent, and she immediately aroused the sympathy of many people. This is her usual method. She has never failed for hundreds of years. I don’t know how many times I want to compete with her, or the senior sisters who love Weizhong lost to her, so she used it without thinking. .

But it's too powerful to look down on such a clown-like weakness. Qing Huan just glanced at her, and Mei Aorong felt an indescribable pressure that made her breathless.