Chapter 644
I Transmigrated As A Prison Guard And Suppressed The Princess
âYes.â Taoist master Xuan Xin nodded.
After discussing the countermeasures, he took his leave.
Aunt Xue also wanted to leave. She didnât know why, but she felt unwell recently. She secretly went to see a doctor and found out that she was âseriously ill.â
Although she had to kill these doctors, she was still very flustered.
If the ninth Prince was infected by her, then ⦠Then ⦠She really didnât dare to think about the consequences.
âWhere are you going?â The ninth Princeâs cold voice sounded.
âThis servant is a little tired. I, I want to go back and rest.â Aunt Xue said with a trembling voice.
He wanted to say it out loud, but he didnât dare to!
She knew that once this matter was revealed, she would die a terrible death.
âYouâre not mature enough, but youâre good at ruining things! After wasting so many resources, even a small jailer ⦠No! Heâs already the General Manager, but he still hasnât been taken down. â
The ninth Prince was very angry at the mention of Xiao ran.
There were no problems at all, and the plan was very thorough. However, the plan against the eldest Princess had failed.
From the information he had obtained.
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Xiao ranâs cultivation had reached Lv 2 martial King realm, and he was now in charge of the Imperial prison.
If he didnât have the eldest princessâs support, he wouldnât believe it even if he was beaten to death. How could a small jailer be promoted so quickly? His cultivation base seemed to be on a rocket.
Without waiting for Aunt Xue to speak, he scolded her with a cold face,âget over there!â
âY-Your Highness â¦â Aunt Xue wanted to refuse.
Pa!
The ninth Prince slapped her and she fell to the ground.
âHurry up!â
âYes!â Aunt Xue lowered her head and trembled as she got up from the ground. She held the table, bent over, and lifted her hips.
Her heart was in a violent struggle. One voice told her to say it, and the other voice told her not to, or she wouldnât even know how she died. Moreover, it was what he wanted, so even if something went wrong, it had nothing to do with her.
âYouâre not completely useless. â The ninth Prince said with satisfaction.
â¦â¦
In the house of Jing Wen Fang.
As soon as Xiao ran came back, he saw an interesting scene. Xiao Wu was riding on the little turtle, and he saw the little turtle running from the Vermillion Bird square to here and crawling around in the backyard.
âRoar!â Xiao Wu growled excitedly when she saw Xiao ran return. She ran over in a hurry and rubbed his calf affectionately.
âDid you bully it again?â Xiao ran laughed.
Xiao Wu shook her head, pointing at the little turtle and gesturing, as if saying that it was willing.
âYou â¦â Xiao ran knocked on its head.
He looked at the night sky and sighed. He wondered how Zi âer and Yang Pingâ an were doing now.
This walk.
So many days had passed, but there was still no news.
He shook his head.
With Yang Ping âanâs protection, he didnât have to worry about safety.
He looked at the little turtle, and the little turtle looked back at him.
He muttered to himself.
Xiao ran took out the purple jade box and the turtle essence inside. As soon as it appeared, the little turtleâs eyes widened. He looked at Xiao ran eagerly, then stretched his head over and cuddled Xiao ranâs calf to please him.
Xiao ran hesitated. He didnât know if he should give the turtle essence to it.
The Vermilion Bird flew out and looked at the turtle energy in Xiao ranâs hand. Its eyes brightened. Although it was heaven-defying, it did not match its element, so it did not want it.
âIs this the turtle essence of the Black Tortoise?â
âYes.â Xiao ran responded.
âDidnât the Black Tortoise disappear a long time ago? Where did you get it?â
âI didnât get it. Someone else got it from Lake Tai.â
âYou want to give it to this little turtle?â The Vermilion Bird asked.
âIâm just afraid itâll go to waste. â
The little turtle was anxious. It stood up like a human and gestured to Xiao ran. Then, it patted its chest and promised, as if to say,âdonât worry, I wonât waste it.â
âStrange! Why canât they speak?â Xiao ran was puzzled.
Xiao Wu had already broken through to the martial King realm, but she still couldnât speak.
As for Yang Ping âan and the Vermillion Bird, they had been able to speak human language since a long time ago.
The Vermilion Bird shook her head and explained,âXiao Wu is a Qilin of the Qilin clan, a mutated Qilin. Sheâs far superior to ordinary Qilin, and sheâs extremely powerful. When the heavens give her some kind of powerful ability, sheâll naturally lose something. From my remaining memories, I know that as long as its cultivation breaks through to a certain level, it will naturally be able to speak. â
He looked at the little turtle.
âI donât really understand it. Itâs clearly not a true spirit, but it has all kinds of strange characteristics of a true spirit, and itâs so intelligent. It should be some kind of variant!â
He added.
âThey smell the same, thatâs why they can play together.â
âRoar!â Xiao Wu was dissatisfied, baring her teeth at the Vermillion Bird.
âA bet?â Xiao ran probed.
âYou make your own decision.â The Vermilion Bird was filled with the desire to live.
He looked at the little turtle.
âDonât Let Me Down!â
He threw the turtle essence over, and the little turtle excitedly opened his mouth and swallowed it.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Buzzzzzz!
Endless sky-blue spiritual light shot out from its body and was about to transform into a huge phenomenon. Xiao ran hurriedly made his move.
He waved his right hand.
He set up an enchantment here and enveloped the entire backyard.
At this moment, the endless spiritual light condensed into a huge Xuanwu Phantom and appeared behind it.
As his bloodline fused, boundless water and ice Energy spread out.
His aura rose and became stronger and stronger.
In the end, the little turtle couldnât help but open its mouth and roar.
âItâs indeed a natural variant!â The Vermilion Bird said.
âIf it was a normal bloodline, it would have been destroyed by the turtle essence.â
âWhether itâs the Black Tortoise or not, weâll know later.â Xiao ran was full of anticipation.