The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

Chapter 16 Xiaoxue appears
Yan Qiao frowned slightly as she looked at the pregnant ghost woman who was already struggling.

Doesn't this old man live in the suburbs, why hasn't he come here for so long?
"Did we think wrongly? In fact, my existence is dispensable..."

The ghost pregnant woman spoke weakly.

"It shouldn't be..."

Yan Qiao frowned, raised her eyes and scanned her surroundings.

"call out!"

Suddenly there was a chime, Yan Qiao's eyes narrowed slightly, his figure flickered, and he disappeared in place.

A tentacle passed straight through where Yan Qiao was standing just now, and continued to strike in her direction.

As the moonlight shone high, Yan Qiao took in the whole picture of the thing almost instantly.

Under the moonlight, the girl had a human body but had octopus-like tentacles.

Several tentacles fluttered behind her, attacking Yan Qiao.

When the ghost pregnant woman saw clearly that the person in front of her was Xiaoxue in her heart, she collapsed and screamed loudly.

"No... no, he clearly promised me to give you a healthy body, how dare he turn you into a monster!"

"...Xiaoxue, my Xiaoxue..."

Huge resentment erupted from the ghost pregnant woman, solidifying her originally weak soul.

Why!Why do you treat her Xiaoxue like this!

Why did her Xiaoxue suffer inhuman torture before and after her death!

That old man, how dare he! !

Ahhhhh!

She just wants to live a good life with Xiaoxue, why make things difficult for her, Xiaoxue who makes things difficult for her...

Hearing the heart-piercing voice of the ghost pregnant woman, Xiaoxue lowered her head slightly stiffly to look at her mother.

Her soul was restrained by that old Taoist, so even when facing her favorite mother, her mood swings were not obvious.

She just pronounced it stiffly: "Xiao, Xue, Yao, Bao, Hu, Mom, Mom."

Hearing this, the ghost pregnant woman suddenly blurred her vision, and her heart was so painful that it was difficult to breathe.

So distressed, really distressed.

Her Xiaoxue, she had clearly promised to protect her Xiaoxue.

But she was hurt again and again.

She is not a qualified mother, and she is not worthy of being Xiaoxue's mother.

"Xiaoxue...my Xiaoxue..."

All she could do was say the girl's name over and over again.

"Mom, mom, don't, cry, Xiaoxue, yes, from, willing."

Xiaoxue tried to control her tentacles to help the ghost pregnant woman wipe her tears.

"Kill me."

The ghost pregnant woman just slowly closed her eyes and said to Yan Qiao.

As long as she disappears, her favorite Xiaoxue will be free, and she will no longer be turned into a monster and driven by others because of her.

"Kill me, please."

The ghost pregnant woman shouted loudly.

"Mom, for——"

Xiaoxue was puzzled, but before she could finish her words, she suddenly turned her head to look at Yan Qiao.

"Kill you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the tentacle behind her shot towards Yan Qiao like a sharp sword.

There are four tentacles, each of which is covered with suckers, and there seem to be many needle-like things growing on the suckers.

If it is stuck on by this thing, I am afraid it will take a whole body of flesh and blood.

Seeing the approaching tentacles, Yan Qiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and the purple spiritual power in his hand flashed past.

With the long sword in hand, Yan Qiao's eyes fell on Xiaoxue.

puppetry.

But it seems to be somewhat different from the puppetry technique in Cangyun Realm.

Like not so complete.

Yan Qiao's eyes fell on the part where one of the tentacles was connected to the body.

Under the moonlight, a very pale silver flashed by.

Yes, puppet silk.

Yan Qiao dodged again to avoid the tentacle attack, and Xiaoxue grabbed her several times but failed to catch her.

"You only know how to hide, you coward!"

Seeing that she couldn't catch anyone after several attempts, most of Xiaoxue's patience was worn out.

"Then it's your turn to hide this time."

Yan Qiao fell lightly again, raised his eyes and landed on Xiaoxue, his voice was cold.

As she spoke, she made a seal with her left hand, and the sword in her right hand suddenly floated up.

"burst."

As Yan Qiao's voice fell.

Countless extremely thin purple threads exploded from the air in an instant, completely covering Xiaoxue.

There was a faint flash of silver light in the purple silk thread.

Yan Qiao's mind moved slightly, and the sword moved with his heart.

"go."

Seeing that Xiaoxue had a faint tendency to break away, Yan Qiao did not dare to waste a moment.

Almost as soon as the words fell, the spirit sword sank into the mass of purple silk threads.

"Ahhhh!"

Xiaoxue's cries of pain kept coming out of it.

The ghost pregnant woman looked at this scene and kept thinking in her heart that she should not harm Xiaoxue, so she had to trust her.

Yan Qiao didn't know what the ghost pregnant woman was thinking. She stared at the purple silk thread.

But his mood continued to become more solemn.

That thing was actually fused into the soul!

"Swish"

"Swish"

"Swish"

In such a short time, tentacles have been breaking free from the silk thread.

Just when the last tentacle broke free, Yan Qiao finally saw the flashing silver light again.

"when!"

Under her control, the spirit sword slashed on the silver thread, and the two collided with each other, making a loud crashing sound.

But Yan Qiao's expression did not relax, but became more solemn.

Xiaoxue raised her head to look at her and smiled sadly: "My puppet silk is the hardest thing in the world. You can't cut it open..."

Seeing Xiaoxue's appearance, Yan Qiao naturally guessed that this was what the old man said.

Facing the old man's ridicule, she just calmly lowered her eyelids.

"is it?"

Before Yan Qiao finished speaking, he suddenly saw bursts of silver light, accompanied by several clicking sounds.

Xiaoxue's face was full of disbelief: "This is impossible..."

"It seems like your so-called strongest puppet silk in the world isn't that good, isn't it?"

Yan Qiao directly mocked Laman.

Before his anger was conveyed to Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue in front of Yan Qiao returned to normal.

She looked at Yan Qiao, blinked, and gave her a bright smile: "Thank you."

Yan Qiao looked at Xiaoxue and nodded lightly.

The ghost pregnant woman behind her couldn't bear it for a long time, and now seeing that Xiaoxue was finally out of control, she rushed up.

Yan Qiao turned sideways calmly, leaving the position for the two of them.

She slowly walked to Song Shiyan's side.

Song Shiyan's eyes were tightly closed, and his eyelashes were trembling.

Maybe it was because he had to close it so hard.

Song Shiyan: The ghost knows how much self-control he used to not open his eyes to watch the excitement.

"It's time to open your eyes."

Yan Qiao stood one meter away from him, looking at him indifferently, with a cold voice.

Hearing Yan Qiao's voice suddenly, Song Shiyan was taken aback.

He touched his heart and felt his heart beat faster due to being frightened: "Have you finished the fight?"

Yan Qiao nodded and answered him.

Only then did Song Shiyan see the appearance of the girl over there, and fell silent for a moment.

Yan Qiao waited for them to finish talking about the past before saying, "You should go too."

(End of this chapter)