The scene in front of Su Ling stopped. The next second, the space fell apart, and a huge white vortex appeared in front of her.
Shen Jiushu, who was idle in the secret room, was drowsy. Then he was sucked into the air by a huge suction force. He screamed and was swallowed by the white vortex.
When he opened his eyes again, Su Ling and Shen Jiushu returned to Mu Xianju's room, still maintaining their posture of grabbing the painting. Su Ling looked at the shit beans in his arms and breathed a sigh of relief, then secretly took the three wooden figures inside. Storage ring.
Shen Jiushu opened his eyes and saw that he was back in the Wanquan Realm, and almost cried with excitement.
Shen Jiushu moved his body and found that the injuries he had suffered in the wordless painting had also returned. He immediately took out the best elixir and started eating it. After a while, all the injuries on his body were healed.
"Haha! I'm finally back! I don't have to stay in that damn place anymore!!" Shen Jiushu was so happy.
Shidou was also very excited. He could finally speak freely.
"Sister Su, how do you know that Bai Meiren is a puppet!"
Just as Su Ling was about to explain, Shen Jiushu interrupted.
"What?! That damn sissy is actually a puppet? I just said that something is wrong in his opinion. That guy is causing trouble for me every day! If I had known that he was a puppet, I would have killed him with my own hands no matter what!"
Su Ling ignored Shen Jiushu and explained to Shidou.
"Actually, I'm not sure if it was him. Do you still remember the bowl of soup with the radish skin in it? I tested it that day and found that it was poisonous. But I don't know whether the poison was given by Bai Mei or someone framed Bai Mei. So I kept quiet."
"And Bai Meiren always wanted me to punish Shen Jiushu. Every time I was assassinated, he always rushed in front, so I was a little suspicious of him. And the situation was critical at the time, so I had to take a gamble. Fortunately, I was right. "
After hearing this, Shen Jiushu took out his folding fan and started fanning proudly.
"You stupid woman, if you had listened to me earlier, wouldn't you have come out earlier? Hey~ My eyes are so sharp that I have already seen that there is something wrong with him."
Su Ling saw that Shen Jiushu had packed up. She touched her arms and took out the piece of paper signed by Shen Jiushu to remind Shen Jiushu.
"I have fulfilled my promise and brought you out. It's time for you to fulfill your promise."
Shen Jiushu's happiness came to an abrupt end. He stared stiffly at the face of the humiliating clause that turned blue and white. He thought about the possibility of going back on his word, but gave up immediately when he saw Su Ling's half-smiling face.
Forget it, he, the Shen family, has a great cause and is based on integrity. There is no need to go back on his word. It is definitely not that he, Shen Jiushu, has given up.
Shen Jiushu reluctantly took out the magical weapons on the list one by one and placed them in front of Su Ling. Su Ling checked them one by one and put them all into his storage ring.
"I don't have that many spiritual stones yet. I will contact the Shen family members in the realm to bring them to you later." Shen Jiushu explained.
Su Ling had no objection. She looked at the scrapped wordless paintings on the table and suddenly had a plan in mind.
She secretly did something in the wordless painting behind Shen Jiushu's back, then picked up the wordless painting and sighed at Shen Jiushu.
"Senior Brother Shen, you and I have been fighting side by side these past few days. Without your care, I wouldn't be able to come out completely. If Senior Brother Shen wants this painting without words, Junior Sister can resell it to you, and we are all covered. The friendship between brothers and sisters.”
Shen Jiushu was a little moved when he heard that. He gave Su Ling all the magic weapons and spiritual weapons that were originally given to Junior Sister An. I am afraid he will have to go back to the sect empty-handed this time, but if he can bring back the wordless painting that Junior Sister An wanted, it would be considered Having made up for it, Junior Sister An will definitely feel happy.
Although I don't know why Junior Sister An wants such a magic weapon, since Su Ling is willing to give up her love, it means that he has not suffered in vain these days, and it means that Su Ling, this evil woman, has some conscience.
Shen Jiushu's rare attitude improved: "Then thank you, Junior Sister Su."
Su Ling couldn't help but turn up the corner of her mouth under the pressure, pretending to be reluctant to part ways with Shen Jiushu. He handed Shen Jiushu the spiritual stone in one hand and the wordless painting in the other. Shen Jiushu saw Su Ling's reluctant expression and was afraid that the other party would regret it, so he took the wordless painting. Just leave quickly.
After Shen Jiushu left, Su Ling almost died laughing when she saw the 800,000 high-grade spiritual stones that Shen Jiushu gave her. She was now looking forward to what An Ruyan would look like when she got the painting, and Shen Jiushu was also looking forward to it. The way you look when you know you've been cheated must be very exciting.
Shidou saw Su Lingxiao burst into tears after Shen Jiushu left, and couldn't help but ask.
"Sister Su, why are you so happy after selling the painting?"
Su Ling suppressed a smile: "After using the painting once, it becomes a piece of white paper. Of course I will laugh when Shen Jiu Shuhua Lingshi buys a piece of white paper, and the real magic weapon is with me."
Shidou couldn't stop laughing when he heard this, but he realized it after a while.
"Sister Su, what do you mean by real magic weapon? Isn't that painting a magic weapon?"
Su Ling took out the wooden puppets and patiently explained it to Shidou, and then used spiritual power to change the face of one of the wooden figures into her own face in front of Shidou.
"Dang Dang Dang! Look, I have an extra life now."
Shidou looked at the wooden man with his mouth wide open in surprise.
"Sister Su, doesn't it mean that we got such a powerful magic weapon without spending a single spiritual stone?!...Oh no, we spent a low-grade spiritual stone."
Su Ling snorted coldly: "Hmph, who told him to insist on grabbing it from me and almost kill me? The 800,000 spirit stones are an advantage for him."
She put the wooden puppet in her arms and felt very happy. Now she just wanted to return to the sect as soon as possible.
"I have got everything I need. We will set off back tomorrow. The day of the sect competition is coming soon. I have to concentrate on training recently."
Shidou looked at Su Ling with a suspicious look on his face and complained.
"Sister Su, I remember you didn't go at all on the day of registration for the sect competition."
Su Ling was a little embarrassed after being exposed. She really didn't sign up for anything. She just wanted to see the excitement when the time came. Anyway, the sect competition was just a group of people fighting in the ring. What could be better? She didn't have any salted fish coins now. , might as well take the opportunity to brush up on the salted fish coins.
She cleared her throat with a deep look on her face: "Well, I'm not as powerful as you, Sister Su. How can others compete with me once I come on stage? At that time, other sects will think that our Xuanling Sect doesn't welcome them, so they have to give it to other sects. Give the sect a chance."
After saying that, Su Ling added: "Besides, you can't practice without signing up? I practice the hardest on weekdays. Don't you, my younger brother, still know that?"
Shidou: "I don't know, little brother."
The corner of Su Ling's mouth twitched, there was no way we could talk today!
It had only been a few moments since they entered the painting, so she had better go back to the bedroom and sleep.
…
At the same time, in a small mortal fishing village in the Tianchen realm, bursts of crying were heard from a family.
Under the dark night, a mysterious monk dressed in black and masked was holding a shiny bead that he had just snatched from the old fisherman's hand. The bead was as big as the palm of his hand and exuded a strong ice aura. At first glance, it was obvious that it was not. Ordinary product.
The masked monk looked at the spirit bead in his hand and sneered, his voice as hoarse as rotten wood.
"Is a mortal worthy of using ice dragon beads? I will take this treasure."
