blood contract

"I don't want to fight with women, just take it if you like." Lingling smiled gently.

"Oh!" Huang Ziyun didn't expect that the other party could bear it after hearing the irritating words of her master and servant. Her eyes could not hide her disgust and scorn, "You are quite sensible!"

"Miss, with his level of cultivation, he wouldn't dare to compete with you even if he wanted to?" Cuizhu held his arms in his arms, and his superiority felt like a dog taking advantage of others!

Generally speaking, if you don't look at the face of a living person but look at the face of a Buddha, even if they are under the control of Mr. Lan, the heads of the six clans will still respect Mr. Lan, but it is not someone as small as the website owner's daughter who can be easily offended.

But the cultivation level of the maid named Cuizhu seems to be higher than that of Lingling. She could indeed find some advantages in front of Lingling, so she wanted to criticize him openly.

Lingling shook her head with a smile, as if a good man would not fight a bad woman, and then turned around to look at other items.

"Miss, this sissy is clearly mocking us, so rude!" Cuizhu stomped his feet angrily.

Huang Ziyun regarded Lingling's unilateral departure as a kind of disregard and provocation towards her, her face suddenly sank, and she shouted displeased: "Hey, stop, are you mocking my master and servant? ?”

The sound of drinking immediately attracted the attention of other guests on this floor.

Some monks who recognized Huang Ziyun reacted as if they were seeing the plague when they saw her, and either left the floor quickly or hid far away.

The steward who alerted this floor came out aggressively. When he saw this woman, his eyes widened, and he immediately retracted into the room, leaning against the wall with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Oh my god, why did this aunt come here to stir up trouble!

He wiped the sweat from his face and hurriedly called a shop assistant, "Quick, go find Mr. Huang and come over. The sooner the better."

The shop assistant nodded, looked around, wiped the sweat from his forehead, shrank his head and slipped downstairs.

Looking at the performance of the orcs, Lingling had to complain that the master and servant were really capable of causing harm to others.

"Is this what I mean?"

"I said yes."

"Uh!" Lingling shrugged helplessly, "Okay, you have a lot of brains, just say so."

Huang Ziyun couldn't tell that this was a sarcastic comment about her brain.

"Boy, do you know you're playing with fire?"

"I?" Lingling pointed at herself and waved her hands, "I dare not, I am most afraid of fire!" Then she pointed at Huang Ziyun, "You are the one playing with fire!"

"Haha... Miss, he said we were playing with fire? This is the funniest joke I have ever heard." Cuizhu, the maid, seemed to have heard some big joke, holding her stomach and laughing.

Huang Ziyun also sneered, "Playing with fire! So what if I did?"

"No matter what," Lingling pretended to be mysterious and pointed to the sky, "You will be punished."

"Oh!" Huang Ziyun rolled her eyes at him and said frivolously: "Retribution? Then, I want to see what retribution there will be?"

Lingling raised her thumb as if to praise her: You are awesome.

But the playful look in his eyes could hardly be suppressed and seeped out.

Clang!

The window was suddenly blown open by a gust of wind, and then the strong wind poured into the house like a black torrent, carrying sand, dust and fallen leaves, and instantly filled the entire space.

The orcs were so blown away that they couldn't open their eyes and could only hug the pillars beside them to stabilize their bodies.

The items were blown swaying and making clanging noises. From time to time, objects fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. Some books were blown around...

"Ah!!! Ahhh... Miss, there is, there is something, attacking the green... bamboo..."

"Cui Zhu, Cui Zhu...what's wrong with you?" Huang Ziyun squinted her eyes in the strong wind, looking for her maid everywhere.

Then her body seemed to be wrapped in something, and a feeling of suffocation came, causing her to scream in horror, "...Ahhhh! Is there something on me? I, I can't breathe..."

The only sounds in the house were the howling of the wind and the cries for help from Huang Ziyun's master and servant.

This demonic wind comes with force, but leaves in a hurry.

When the evil wind passed by, the fourth floor was in a mess. Huang Ziyun, his master and servant, both looked pale, breathless, and collapsed to the ground in a state of low energy.

But the infinite anger in his eyes seemed to burn Lingling to death, "You, you... what did you do to the two of us?"

Lingling, who was still far away from the two of her, pointed at herself with an innocent face: "Don't try to slander others' innocence. I am of low cultivation, what can I do to you? This is retribution from heaven!"

"You..." Huang Ziyun has never suffered such a big loss since he was born. He wanted to get angry but didn't have the strength to do so, "If you... have the ability... just wait."

"I've been punished by heaven. I can't afford to offend you, why can't I hide away?" Lingling cupped his hands and walked towards the fifth floor with 'disgust' written all over his face.

"You... no... don't leave... wait..." Before he could finish his words, he passed out due to severe deficiency of Qi and blood.

In the astonished eyes of all the monster beastmen, Lingling just left.

In fact, everyone thought clearly with their toes that this matter was closely related to the orc, but they were helpless and couldn't produce evidence that he did it.

The fourth-floor steward lowered his head and looked hopeless.

"Sure, the white crow has vomited." Omda's sarcastic laughter came from his mind.

What?

Lingling was shocked. As soon as his spiritual consciousness came in, he saw the white crow lying on the ground. The tree body twitched from time to time, and sap flowed out from time to time, as if it was uncomfortable.

"Hey! Can I give you some energy and blood to make up for the vomiting?"

Hearing this, the trembling white crow struggled to lift up the tree, the branches trembled and swayed, and the red silk and the flowers on the branches changed color.

Omda held his stomach and laughed, "It said that the blood of those two people was so unpalatable that they died!"

In fact, there is no need to explain Omda, Lingling understands it.

Lingling: "Doesn't it taste good? Isn't that how it was eaten before?"

The white crow shook the branches twice, and the red silk ribbon wrapped around the tree body. It kept shaking and shaking, as if to say, it is really delicious!

"..." Lingling was speechless and threw a ball of his origin energy to the white crow. It quickly wrapped it in a red silk ribbon and swallowed it in one mouthful. After a while, there were sprouts on its red silk and branches. The flowers turned red.

"It makes me happy if I don't eat." Lingling said doubtfully.

The branch of White Crow shook a few times and then froze, as if he wanted to speak but stopped.

"It only likes to eat your source energy, saying it is pure and delicious." Omda understood this horse and interpreted it for Lingling.

Pure and delicious?

Yo ho! You are addicted to 'blood-sucking', and you even start eating!

Lingling thought about it and gave Bai Ya a big-eared melon seed. She decided to teach Bai Ya how to make a tree.

"It's too expensive to raise money. Don't you want to suffer a little? What's the point of use in the future?... You don't want to die, so I asked you to do some work, and you are picky. You don't want to defeat the enemy, you just want to suck it." 'My blood, you are a spy sent by the enemy!"

"Tell me, are you a spy sent by the enemy?" Omda raised his little fleshy foot and stepped on the white crow tree several times in an aggressive manner.