Bai Xian'er smiled only then.

An Qisheng shook his head in his heart, as if he was not you who said he would kill him this time.

His soul-taking technique has not been greatly achieved, and it can be used very little. He cannot erase all the spiritual wisdom of a person like Tong Zhengyang. Therefore, Bai Xian'er shows her true self.

"Junior sister."

Bianyou held the box: "What the hell do you want to do?"

"This is not a problem for senior brother."

Bai Xian'er flipped her wrist and grabbed the box, and her smile disappeared:

"This time I go out, I will be the leader. This is the oral order of the senior brother, you must remember."

"Hello, Bai Xian'er, you're very good."

Bian You's expression changed a few times. He glanced at An Qisheng fiercely and left with a swish of his sleeves.

An Qisheng naturally would not take him to heart, and turned to look at the wooden box that Bai Xian'er was holding:

"This is........"

Bai Xian'er opened the wooden box and visited many porcelain bottles of different colors. She smiled and said:

"These are all elixirs secretly passed down by my Great Sun Demon Sect. This bottle is used to treat external trauma, this bottle is used to treat internal injuries. These bottles are used to increase internal strength cultivation. Taking a pill can withstand the hard work of ordinary people for several months..."

Bai Xian'er introduced it one by one, which was quite a bit like the little girl who had obtained the treasure to show off to her grandfather.

An Qisheng's eyes were slightly bright.

The Six Prison Demon Sect is the top sect in the world. The secret elixir effect is even greater than that of many elixir recipes in Tong Zhengyang’s memory.

Immediately, he smiled slightly, and without hesitation, he took the pill handed over by Bai Xian'er.

Of course he wouldn't be polite to the spoils he deserved.

.........

The sun sets on the west mountain.

In Ronghua Mansion, a convoy was driving in the streets and gradually approaching the city lord's mansion.

In front of the city lord's mansion, Du Han, the lord of Ronghua Mansion and the chief official of the border, led a group of people to bow to greet him.

Mingtang and Du Hangong stood side by side, looking at the slowly coming convoy, with a respectful look.

The Dafeng Imperial Heaven Supervision is where the duties of observing the astronomical phenomena, calculating the solar terms, and formulating the calendar.

The power seems to be inferior to the Six Gate Jinyiwei, but in fact he has a very high status in Dangjinzi's heart.

Because, Han Changgong, the chief of the Imperial Heaven Supervision, is now the number one master of the Dafeng Dynasty.

He is also the minister who follows the dragon when the king has not yet taken office, and he is extremely powerful.

"Have you arrived at the city lord's mansion?"

A calm voice came from the carriage.

"Sir, the city lord's mansion has arrived, Lord Du and Lord Mingtang are here to greet him."

The driver who was chasing the car responded respectfully when he heard the sound.

"Mingtang..."

A cold laugh in the carriage:

"A few months ago, I predicted that this person would die, but I didn't want to escape? I had some luck..."

The convoy arrived in front of the city lord's mansion.

"We welcome the Yintian Supervisor Lingtai Lang, Lord Huang Fu."

In front of the city lord's mansion, a crowd of people greeted each other in unison.

"Well~"

The carriage stopped.

"The sky is getting darker and luck is weak. Who has Ronghua Mansion provoked? So the disaster is overwhelming and the official fortune is unstoppable?"

A light ejaculation came from the carriage, and then said coldly:

"There are still many people in the world who have no king or father."

"Mr. Huang?"

Du Hangong was shocked and his attitude became more and more respectful:

"But I don't know what the adults saw?"

The curtain was raised, and a middle-aged Confucian scholar stepped on the "human stool" who was kneeling on the ground and walked off the carriage, with big sleeves floating:

"I saw a storm in Ronghua Mansion, and a murderous disaster swept over."

"Killing robbery?"

Mingtang felt a little scared.

"Where is Lord Xue?"

Huang Fu looked around and his face was cold:

"Mr. Xue wrote a letter to the Imperial Heaven Supervision Office and invited me to come, but now I am not here. I wonder what it means?"

"Mr. Huang..."

Mingtang felt a "knock" in his heart, and he knew the quirks of the people in the Imperial Heavenly Prison, bowed forward:

"Master Huang's clarification, the Jishen Sect Zhao Changlin met with Master Xue on the bank of the south mountain of Ronghua's mansion. He was not in the mansion at this time, so he would not come to welcome him..."

"Zhao Changlin?"

Huang Fu looked around, his eyes frozen in the south, his lips squirmed, and he didn't say anything.

Just turned around and his face suddenly became solemn:

"Mr. Ming, but I don't know who I want to be so angry about this time?"

"Did you see something wrong with me?"

Mingtang's heart trembled and something went wrong.

The Imperial Heaven Supervision is the best in Dafeng's hope, and he can even speculate on the military power and national destiny. This question made his heart sank.
Chapter completed!