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Chapter 45: The Best Furnace (2)


"Squeak-" The dungeon door opened, making an old, decaying sound.The lifeless people around couldn't help but tremble and looked out the door in horror.Although he has been stupid, the pain and fear of being refined into a furnace are still engraved into the soul like maggots attached to the bones.A voice came from outside the door.The girl, dressed in a gold-rimmed robe, was pulled and thrown into the single-room dungeon opposite Chiaki, with anger in front of her."

I'm the daughter of the sect master of the Shangqing Sect, you treat me like this, be careful that my father leads people to level here!"

Demon Xiu sneered and said, "What sect master's daughter, only the share that has been refined into a furnace tripod when she comes here. ”Hua Zijing said: "If you dare to do anything to me, you are the enemy of the Shangqing Sect, and the Frost Hua Dao Monarch will never be able to bypass you!"

”Shuanghua Daojun has guarded the Shangqing Sect for thousands of years.It can be described as a nightmare for all demon cultivators, slaying countless demons.The demon cultivator shook subconsciously, and then, his tone was disdainful: "We are here for the Demon Sect!"

How could Shuanghua Daojun come here alone for you, don't dream. ”Demon Xiu turned around and left.…… Chiaki is closing her eyes and recuperating.The girl's voice sounded in my ear, "Hey, hey!

”Qianqiu tilted her head slightly and looked up."

I've heard that Elder Demon Cultivator has a birthday, and I want to send the best furnace Ding to him, can't it be you?"

Qianqiu replied lightly.Hua Zijing knew in her heart, and immediately said: "If you don't want to die miserably, help me, I can find a way to save you and go out together." ”Qianqiu retracted her eyes and didn't bother to pay attention: "Hmm." ”"What does this mean, do you really want to be a furnace that is tortured by demon cultivators!?""

If you help me, in return, I can take you back and be a concubine for my senior brother.""

My senior brother is the chief disciple of the Shangqing Sect, and now his cultivation is a bottleneck, and he just lacks a furnace ding......

You are the best furnace ding, and being a concubine for my senior brother is much better than falling into the hands of demon cultivators!

”"Oh."

Qianqiu couldn't raise his interest, and he said a perfunctory sentence politely.Hua Bauhinia was a little annoyed.She has been pampered since she was a child, and no one in the sect dares to disobey her, this person is just a mere furnace, and he doesn't even take her seriously."

What, uh-huh, oh, give me a good word!

It's already good that I took you back to the sect, that's the Shangqing Sect, who doesn't want to come in if they don't break their heads, what else do you want?

”"I want to rest."

Qianqiu sighed slightly, "Shut up obediently and give me some peace." ”"You ......," she wanted to say something.Qianqiu looked back, her voice was soft, and she smiled, but she revealed a little coldness: "Be good, obedient." ”The dungeon was cold and dimly lit.Her figure is not clear, only a vague silhouette is outlined.It just so happened that those eyes were in the light.Delicate and good-looking, the phoenix tail is raised, the natural arrogance, with a compelling momentum.Hua Zijing subconsciously shrunk her neck and wanted to say something, but she was stared at by those eyes, and she was numb all over, and she couldn't control her trembling.She lowered her head in a panic, and seemed to see a white shadow drifting through the window.Hua Bauhinia raised her head, it was a piece of paper, a secret method unique to the Shangqing Sect, which could search for people for thousands of miles.Her eyes burst with joy.Except for Shuanghua Daojun, who else would have such an ancient secret method!?

She's saved!

…… Shangqing Sect.The mountain tops were foggy and snow-capped.A figure slowly stepped on the snow, and between the careless expectations, the figure walking out after the landscape painting scroll was slowly spreading, not as if it was in the world.His eyes were as deep as ink, his eyebrows were lined with snow, and his thin lips were slightly pursed, noble and unapproachable, like a god.