The "woman" in red also raised her head pitifully.
When seeing the appearance of the woman in red, Huang Daxian was stunned, without asking much, and stepped forward to lift the ban.
Once the prohibition was removed, the thorns that had wrapped around the feet of the woman in red were immediately undone.
It was just that the poison on the thorns had entered the woman's body, and Huang Daxian took the opportunity to invite the woman to return to the camp with him.
Halfway through, Huang Daxian asked the woman a few words.
Only then did I know that this woman in red was called "Qing'er". She was originally from Beiqing. Because there was an aunt living in Zizhuling, she took her younger brother Xiaolong and her maid Xiaoyue together to visit relatives in the mountains.
Anyone knows that when he first entered the mountain, he encountered a ban and was entangled in poisonous thorns.
"If it were not for Master Huang's help, the young girl would be afraid that she would be more aggressive today." "Qing'er" said, and looked at Huang Daxian coyly. Seven souls.
"Love girl is polite, it is also a coincidence, and this seat only occasionally passes through the mountains. Don't hide the girl, some disasters have recently occurred in Zizhuling, the villagers have moved out, and I think your aunt has already escaped. This time, you are afraid that you will be disappointed and returned. "Huang Daxian thought to himself that he must get this beautiful and beautiful woman, but on the face, he looks just like a gentleman.
"What?" Upon hearing the girl, Huarong lost her color, thinking about it, and hugged her maid, Xiaoyue, and cried."Xiaoyue, what should I do? The aunt is missing, I don't want to go back to Beiqing, I will never marry the crippled son of General Zhou."
Seeing Damei's tears rain, the maid and the child beside her also wiped tears, Huang Daxian's face was confused.
After crying for a long time, the beautiful woman still held her maid, but in desperation, the black-faced maid could only explain it.
It turned out that this great beauty girl was also a famous beauty in Beiqing.
Just because of his family's failure, he was also taken by the son of a general in the city. The general's son, despite his ugly appearance, was still a lower body. The young lady of her family did not succumb to destiny, so she took some of the only soft and brother Xiaolong, The maid fled to Zizhuling to join her family.
I thought that this place is remote and can avoid people's eyes and ears. How can I know that Zizhuling has suddenly changed and blocked her last life path.
"The girl's life experience is really too pitiful." Huang Daxian heard it, ecstatic in his heart, but he looked very sympathetic."I don't know, girl, would you like to join me in Qinglei Daomen, I am the owner of Qinglei Daomen, Huang Daxian. There are also female disciples in Qinglei Daomen. After I joined Qinglei Daomen, I will worry about food and clothing in the future, This seat will also keep your family safe and sound.
"Miss, this is really good, we have been saved." The black-faced maid listened and hurriedly pushed her own lady, who then let go of her hand very reluctantly.
"She" wiped away her tears, a bit shy on a pretty face, and stepped forward to thank.
"Then thank the host for taking care of you, Qing'er and Qing's family, in the future, you will rely on Master's care."
Upon hearing that Damei had no city, he believed in himself completely, and Huang Daxian floated up. He was busy detoxifying Qing'er and letting several disciples pack up a clean tent and set up Qing's family Stay.
Anyway, the great beauty has already fallen into his hands, only to come to Japan, wait until he finds Qiankun Zijin Bamboo, and then take it back to enjoy it slowly.
After several women in red dress entered the camp, the disciple of Qinglei Daomen retreated.
Earlier, with tears in his eyes, the pitiful "love child" beauty immediately changed his face.
Needless to say, these people are the ones that Ye Lingyue pretended to be.
"It turned out to be the old miscellaneous hair of Qinglei Daomen, but he still wanted to abduct Ben Shao into Qinglei Daomen as a female disciple, blinding his dog's eyes." Bo Qing's unsentimental sect is one of the best magic gates in Central Plains.
Huang Daxian at Qinglei Daomen, he had also heard of it.
This man is greedy and lustful, and is a magic stick.
The so-called female Taoist priests he recruited into the Daomen were not for cultivation at all. In the end, they would eventually become playthings for Huang Daxian and other male disciples in his school. When they were old, they were sold to kilns.
This kind of Taoist door, even in the magic door, is also despised.
If not, Ye Lingyue said earlier that he should not act recklessly, he just wished to strangle the old pervert.
However, the impulse is only a moment. Although Huang Daxian is a villain, his cultivation is not bad. It lies between the four and five reincarnations of the reincarnation, and it is rumored that he has an extremely powerful weapon.
That spirit weapon is what Bo Qing needs most to worry about.
But thinking of Fang Cai, the old pervert looked at his own eyes and moved his feet from time to time.
"Thirteen, come and hug, the old guy is disgustingly dead." Bo Qing's face was wronged and he would hug Ye Lingyue.
Since returning from the Taiyi Secret Realm, Bo Qing has been reluctant to pretend to be a woman.
Perhaps subconsciously, he did not like others to think of themselves as sissy.
If it weren't for consideration, this time he was dressed as a women's dress, he could get close to Xia Ye Lingyue before he was too lazy to dress up.
But no, just while "pretending to be pitiful", he held Ye Lingyue happily for a quarter of an hour. At this moment, thinking about it, Bo Qing was still very happy.
"Beautiful big brother, you can't take the opportunity to take advantage of Black Sister's advantage." Bo Qing didn't succeed, and the dragon bag was in front of him.
The little guy used his dark eyes to watch Bo Qing with full alertness.
Bo Qing stared at the dragon bag, raised his eyebrows extremely unpleasantly.
Along the way, this little ghost seemed to find fault, and kept him from getting close to thirteen.
Gee, this year, kids with such big farts know that they have a crush.
No, he must strangle his careful thoughts before the kid has grown up.
"Little bun, how old are you this year?" Bo Qing sneered.
"Six ... I'm seven years old after the Chinese New Year." The dragon bag looks like an adult.
"Do you know how old Heiyue is this year?" Bo Qing is insidious.
"Ten ... fourteen five years old?" Long Baobao counted his fingers,
"Then believe it or not, when you grow up to fourteen, your black sister and your child are seven years old!"
"You, you bullshit. Even if there is, it's not with you." Long Baobao fought back and hit the heart.
"Dead kid, what you say is me, it must be me." Bo Qing was annoyed, regardless of himself still pretending to be a boudoir, lifting his sleeves, he was ready to grab the dragon bag, and beat the dead boy .
"What the hell are you doing?" Ye Lingyue looked very speechless.
The dragon bag also stared at Bo Qing very badly.
Two handsome men, one big and one small, look like each other like a cockfight.