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Chapter 169 The transformation of the saint

"When a mortal dies, there will be a corpse. There is no grass growing on this mountain and there are no animals. Mei Yatou's body cannot disappear out of thin air. It can only mean that she met an expert." Ma Ye analyzed.

Only then did Xue Xiaobai stop crying.

"But, Qianqian rolled down from such a high place, and these stones are so sharp, I'm afraid... afraid..." Xue Xiaobai asked: "Will Qianqian be disfigured?"

Ma Ye lowered his proud head for the first time: "I'm afraid I won't survive."

But I heard Xue Xiaobai sobbing and saying: "As long as Qianqian survives, it doesn't matter if she is disfigured. I don't want to look at beauties anymore."

Mei Qianqian only felt that her body was unbearably hot and itchy all over, but her body was so limp that she had no strength at all. There was something wet on her face, as if something was licking her.

She remembered that she rolled down the mountain and fainted.

Could it be that this is the underworld? Thinking about it, Mei Qianqian felt that she was actually not at a loss in this life. She was originally a mediocre little green snake, but in the end she was able to become a human being, and she was lucky enough to get two such outstanding men.

Love, what else is there to be dissatisfied with?

But her body was really itchy, but her hands had no strength at all, and she couldn't open her eyes.

So after spending twelve minutes of effort, I could only move my fingers slightly.

My ears were very sensitive, and after that I heard a cheerful female voice say: "Come to the elder quickly, this young lady will wake up soon."

Mei Qianqian felt that her body was getting hotter and hotter, as if she was being roasted on a fire. Her body was soft and soft, as if... it was a very familiar feeling, but she couldn't tell where she had experienced it.

Unable to move her eyebrows, Qianqian thought about changing her mouth. She tried hard to focus all her strength on her lips. She found that she was still speechless and could only force out one word: "Itchy."

The maid next to her heard this and hurriedly went to scratch her eyebrows. At this time, an old man wearing a white robe walked in.
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