Chapter 105 Xiu Xian Qingmei VS Villain Bamboo Horse (3)

  Qin Xiang raised his eyes, his big watery eyes looked at Ling Zihao timidly.

   "I, I'm okay." He said it was okay, but his body trembled honestly.

  I have to say that although the original owner has no cultivation base and memory, her reputation as the number one beauty in the ethereal sect is not groundless.

  Like snow-white skin, the face is like a silver plate, the eyebrows are like distant daisies, the eyes are like autumn water, and the vermilion lips are not stained and red, and the beauty is like a dream and illusion.

  Rao was born in a big family of Xiuxian Ling Zihao who rarely saw such a stunning appearance.

  It wasn't until Qin Xiang's soft water sounded that he suddenly recovered, his handsome face flushed uncontrollably.

   "Girl, did you hurt anything?"

  Because of Qin Xiang's beauty, Ling Zihao was no longer so disgusted with seducing her, no longer so perfunctory, and brought some rare sincerity.

   "No, I'm okay." Qin Xiang shook her head lightly. After the conversation, she looked at Ling Zihao's arm with worry.

  "My son, your hand..."

  After being reminded by Qin Xiang, Ling Zihao noticed that in order to arouse Qin Xiang’s attention and guilt, he deliberately exposed his arm that was wounded by his third uncle’s sword qi.

   "It's okay, it just broke a little and shed a little blood, it's okay."

  Although the wound looked dripping with blood, Ling Zihao told the truth.

  On his wound, just taking a hemostatic pill can restore the wound without leaving the slightest trace.

  But Ling Zihao didn't do this, because Qin Xiang's memory was sealed and she had no cultivation base, and she didn't know anything about it.

  Leaving such a small wound will allow Qin Xiang to focus more on him and make Qin Xiang feel guilty about him. Why not do it?

   "I, let me bandage you." Qin Xiang took the initiative.

Hearing this, Ling Zihao's eyes became more gentle when she looked at her, but a young man sitting in a wheelchair behind Ling Zihao, with a mediocre appearance, frowned involuntarily after hearing Qin Xiang's words.

   "Okay." Ling Zihao responded softly and stretched his arm in front of Qin Xiang.

   Then, in the next second, the scene that made Ling Zihao almost startled his eyes happened.

  I saw Qin Xiang conjure a pill of hemostasis with his backhand, and put it in his mouth without saying anything.

   "Eat it, your injury will heal."

  Almost as soon as Qin Xiang’s voice fell, Ling Zihao’s wound healed, and the effect of Zhixue Pill was exerted extremely quickly.

  Looking at the wound that had recovered as before, Qin Xiang smiled happily, like the sun in the winter, bright and dazzling, and beautiful like a dream.

  But at this moment, Ling Zihao had no intention of admiring her beauty. He had been stunned by Qin Xiang's hemostatic pills.

  Isn’t her memory sealed?

  Isn't her cultivation base sealed?

   Isn’t Linggen sealed?

  Where did she come from?

  How did she take out the Hemostatic Pill from the Qiankun Ring or Qiankun Bag if she has no cultivation base?

"you…"

  Ling Zihao opened his mouth to ask clearly what was going on, but when the words came to his lips, he didn’t know where to start.

   "What's wrong?" Qin Xiang looked at Ling Zihao with concern, his eyes were very attractive.

  Ling Zihao raised his eyes and looked at her. He couldn't help but shake the gods. In an instant, all hemostatic pills and celestial ringing were all left behind by him...

  It was the man sitting in the wheelchair behind Ling Zihao, staring at Qin Xiang with an unpredictable expression, and looking up and down with his sword eyebrows slightly.

  Qin Xiang smiled innocently while curling his lips, a pair of clear pupils that resembled water and autumn, which made people feel good about it.

  (End of this chapter)