Shui Miaomiao shook her head. She was not sure and had no evidence, but she believed it 100% in her heart. After all, it was Grandpa Bai who told her before he died.
"Believe it or not, that's all I know."
Lan Jixuan was pacing back and forth. This was Shui Miaomiao's first time seeing Lan Jixuan so restless.
He believed in Miaomiao.
But this just requires him to admit that the Lan family made a mistake. The Lan family can't be wrong. Maybe Shui Miaomiao was deceived by someone?
Shui Miaomiao diverted Lan Jixuan's attention considerately, "No matter what the use of the Mermaid Tears is, it is what she needs anyway, and I just use it as bait."
"If the news comes out that shark tears can revive bones, then you and Le Rongrong will need to use the fake Fuhai Mountain to build momentum."
Shrugging her shoulders, Shui Miaomiao pursed her lips and her expression became solemn, "I just want to attract her and don't want to create any complications. The purpose of the Mermaid's Tears is true or false. There is no point in arguing. Let it be used as a decoration. This I only told you the story."
Otherwise, after rescuing Jian Chu and the others, their survival will be even more difficult.
Lan Jixuan finally regained some smile on his face and gained Miaomiao's trust.
After talking to Lan Jixuan, although I didn't say much, I felt a lot more relaxed.
After saying goodbye to Lan Jixuan, Shui Miaomiao walked towards the tent with a much brisker pace. Outside the tent, you could hear the playful laughter like a villain's success.
In an instant, Shui Miaomiao's face fell, and she rushed into the tent and shouted, "Tuo Yanjun! Are you done yet?"
Wen Renxian was sitting on the bed, flipping through a book indifferently, ignoring Tuo Yanjun's endless harassment. Only when he heard Shui Miaomiao's voice did he raise his head with a hint of smile.
Before Shui Miaomiao barged in, Tuo Yanjun was about to pull off Wen Renxian's eyepatch. The eyepatch was made by Leng Ningchi, and Shui Miaomiao was not a female celebrity.
I didn’t expect that recovery would take some time.
Tuo Yanjun put down his hand, straightened up, put his elbow on Wen Renxian's shoulder, looked at Shui Miaomiao who was furious, and joked, "Okay, the little lioness is here, you're hairy."
Shui Miaomiao was so angry that her teeth were itching. If she hadn't been a little self-aware, she would have punched Tuo Yanjun in the face.
Ever since Wenrenxian woke up, Tuo Yanjun came to harass her every day. Wenrenxian didn't care much about it, but Shui Miaomiao couldn't stand it.
That's my master!
"Take your hand away!" Shui Miaomiao said angrily, "How free are you?"
Wen Renxian suddenly moved his shoulders, but Tuo Yanjun did not feel embarrassed. He smiled and said, "Very leisurely."
"Just drink water if it's salty!"
"Then please pour me a drink." Tuo Yanjun grabbed a stool from far away and sat down with a very elegant posture.
"You are too weak now and your movements are too slow. I have noticed it a long time ago. I am not as knowledgeable as you." Lord Tuo Yan expressed his opinion on Wen Renxian's sudden withdrawal action just now.
Where is my trident? Shui Miaomiao is searching for me. She wants to kill Lord Tuo Yan!
"Water?" Tuo Yanjun looked at Shui Miaomiao and repeated.
"I'll give you a kettle.!" Before Shui Miaomiao's harsh words could finish, Wen Renxian jumped out of bed, easily bypassed Tuo Yanjun, and walked towards the table with the coffee table.
Although his spiritual power has not been restored yet, his skills are still there.
"I'll do it, I'll do it." Seeing Wen Renxian make a move, Shui Miaomiao hurriedly stepped forward and took the tea cup from Wen Renxian's hand. After getting a full cup of tea, he handed it to Tuo Yanjun and said fiercely, "Drink."
"What kind of attitude." Tuo Yanjun drank the tea in one gulp and crushed the cup, "I am protecting you."
Perhaps, this is the real reason why Wen Renxian can tolerate Tuo Yanjun's many aspects of arrogance.
Naturally, the less people know about his injury, the better. It would be best to send the news back to the Ancient Immortal Sect, tell Xianyan Immortal Lord, and send someone to escort him.
Wen Renxian didn't send any news of his injury back to the Ancient Immortal Sect. It wasn't because he was worried about them, and probably not many people were worried. Instead, it would cause a lot of trouble.
Someone who truly cares about him.
Wen Renxian couldn't help but smile as he watched Shui Miaomiao, who was arguing with Tuo Yanjun and was defending him both inside and outside.
There's only one person left.
"No need, I will lose my life if you are here. My master, I will protect you myself."
"The tone is quite loud, be careful not to move your waist." Tuo Yanjun covered the Zangjun Sword and patted Shui Miaomiao on the shoulder, "Do you know how many people covet your master?"
"Of course I know." Shui Miaomiao glared at Tuo Yanjun, with her hands on her waist, like a tigress protecting her cubs. She was not a child. If Lan Jixuan hadn't blocked the news quickly and arranged for manpower, someone would have been there long ago. He broke in and devoured Wen Renxian alive. Perhaps it was an enemy, jealousy, or fear. There were countless reasons.
Even though Wen Renxian has such a good reputation, it can't cover up the dirty intentions of some people, who want to take advantage of him.
"Isn't the biggest one sitting in front of me?"
Lord Tuoyan sneered, held his head and leaned back. There was no wall behind him, but he seemed to be leaning on the wall, with a look of disdain, "I, Lord Tuoyan, want to defeat Wenrenxian in an honest and fair manner. I watched him kneel before me miserably. At your feet, now.”
Tuo Yanjun looked at Wen Renxian sitting at the table, "I disdain it!"
Wen Renxian couldn't help laughing, and then sat upright, playing with the teapot on the table, as if he didn't hear Lord Tuo Yan's provocation.
It is not an exaggeration, and to be fair, although he has recovered less than one-fifth of his spiritual power now, if Lord Tuoyan really attacks, the worst he can do is to die together, and it is impossible to kneel down to him in this life.
Everyone in the world envy Wen Renxian.
Good birth, good talent, good resources.
Even Tuo Yanjun, who believed that he knew Wenrenxian best, thought so. What was so great about him was that he had more things to rely on than ordinary people.
It's not about comparison. Tuo Yanjun's training that he considers to be the most difficult is not enough in the eyes of Wen Renxian.
The world envies that Wen Renxian can start practicing as soon as he is born.
So are they yearning to experience the pain of having their menstrual veins cut off while they are still in their infancy?
This is also why Shui Miaomiao was able to lift Fuhai Mountain after biting a crack out of Merlet Tears, while Wen Renxian still looked alive after using Fuhai Mountain, except that his spiritual power had not yet recovered, which would take time.
He has long been accustomed to the pain his meridians have been tortured and distorted. Wenrenxian has experienced the pain that some people cannot experience in their lifetime.
This kind of practice has one and only one advantage, that is, it will never happen, where the kind of mistake where the pulse is disabled and cannot continue to practice will never happen.
"What do you mean!" Tuo Yanjun heard the meaning of Wen Renxian's smile, "If I kill you now, it will be easier than squeezing an ant to death."
Before he finished speaking, Shui Miaomiao kicked the stool down.
Lord Tuo Yan focused all his attention on Wen Renxian, which he did not expect. The invisible wall behind him suddenly disappeared and he fell straight to the ground.
Bravo!
Tuo Yanjun glared at Shui Miaomiao. Within a second of being on the ground, he was able to stand up and give Shui Miaomiao a Zangjun sword. Of course, he hit it with the scabbard.
It's just that Shui Miaomiao moved faster. After all, he had planned for a long time to throw Fuhaishan, which was standing beside the bed, on Lord Tuo Yan.
Knowing that Fuhaishan was powerful, Shui Miaomiao erected it here. His original intention was that Fuhaishan could give him some face if something happened, not only to save him, but also to warn him.
Fortunately, it's enough to save face.
"Hmm!" Tuo Yanjun grunted. It was impossible to stand up. His face was distorted and he pushed Fei Haishan who was pressing on his stomach.
