Han Ning endured the headache, hugged Qiu Shuiran, walked out through the wall, and ran back to Diehuo Hall under the cover of night.
Thanks to Qiu Shui Ran's youthful appearance, he rarely went out to be seen. Han Ning ran away with Han Ning in his arms, and passers-by just thought they were a young couple.
All the way back to the Diehuo Hall, Ji Xunsheng looked at Qiu Shuiran in Han Ning's arms, the corners of his mouth twitched, and veins suddenly popped out.
"Disheveled and unconscious, what did you do!"
As Ji Xunsheng spoke, he raised his spear and prepared to give Han Ning a blow.
"Stop, stop."
Han Ning quickly interrupted Ji Xunsheng. He didn't want to be knocked unconscious by one of his own men as soon as he came back.
"This is business. Find some clothes for her to change into. I have a bad headache now. After changing, tie her up and don't let her run away."
Han Ning handed Qiu Shuiran into Ji Xunsheng's arms, and then couldn't help but have a headache. He closed his eyes and returned to reality.
Ji Xunsheng clicked his tongue and scolded Han Ning in his mind for being irresponsible. How could he, a man, help a woman change her clothes?
Don’t you understand that men and women cannot be intimate with each other? Ji Xunsheng had no choice but to pick up an unlucky female employee in the dormitory with Qiu Shuiran in his arms.
As soon as Han Ning returned to reality, she staggered all the way back to the tent, where Xia Ce was waiting.
But Han Ning had a headache and didn't want to talk, so he only told Xia Ce the location of Qiu Shuiran's hidden house.
Let Xia Ce send some reconnaissance teams there to take away all the magic weapons in the basement there.
After saying that, Han Ning couldn't stop having a headache anymore, so she lay on the bed and fell asleep in a hurry.
Xia Ce took a closer look and found that Han Ning's nose was still bleeding. He took out a pile of towels from his sleeves and wiped Han Ning's nosebleed.
Then he called several reconnaissance teams and sent them to retrieve the magic weapon.
Xia Ce looked at the sleeping Han Ning and waited silently beside him. Judging from Han Ning's state, he probably couldn't work overtime.
Only when he wakes up can Xia Ce ask about Qiu Shuiran.
The sun rose slowly, but there was no rooster crow. Han Ning's fatigue was dispelled, but the headache had not disappeared.
Covering his head, Han Ning slowly stood up, only to see Xia Ce sitting by the bed, looking at Han Ning.
"You are really impatient and won't wait for a while."
"Business matters, let's talk about it."
Han Ning thought for a while, organized his words, and said.
"It's still unclear. I tried so hard to get Qiushui dyed into uniform, but she didn't listen to me at all. Before I returned to reality, I tied her up in the Diehuo Hall."
Xia Ce said nothing and listened quietly to Han Ning's words, recording what Han Ning said in the notebook in his hand.
After it was over, Han Ning suddenly became interested and asked Xia Ce.
"How old are you? Qiu Shuiren is already in her forties, but she still looks like a girl in her twenties. I haven't seen your appearance change since I've known you."
Xia Ce thought for a while and said.
"Looking at the fact that we are quite familiar with each other, I can tell you that if I were more than ten years older, I would probably be your grandma."
After saying that, Xia Ce stood up and left.
Han Ning was left thinking on the spot.
"How old is this grandma?"
The door of the tent was slowly opened, and a small head stuck in, looking at the hanging ponytail.
Han Ning immediately knew who it was.
"Xing'er?"
Guan Xing'er jumped into the tent and walked over with pink muddy food in her hand.
"How come you can guess who I am from outside..."
"You can tell by the hair."
"Aren't there a lot of people here with the same hair as me?"
"Yes, there is, but no one else dares to come see me except you."
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In the illusion, Qiu Shuiran opened his eyes tiredly and found that he was in a strange place, and subconsciously wanted to get up.
But he found that he was tied to the bed. He wanted to use his immortal power to cut the rope, but found that the immortal order was not with him either.
Looking left and right, he found that the immortal order was on the table not far away. Qiu Shuiran tried his best to squirm in that direction.
But unfortunately, the rope was tied too tight, Qiu Shuiran could not move at all, and the clothes on his body were tight around the chest, making it difficult for Qiu Shuiran to breathe.
Looking at the red hangings on the surrounding walls, Qiu Shuiran understood where he was now.
"Diehuo Hall..."
Qiu Shuiran fell weakly on the bed. Even though he tried so hard, he still got caught.
Suddenly, Qiu Shuiran sat up suddenly again, and she suddenly thought of something.
Before he lost consciousness, he clearly felt the remnants of the demon in his body being awakened.
Is it possible that Han Ning has some way to communicate with the remnants of the demon god? Otherwise, how could he be tied up here?
If communication is impossible, then the only option is to kill the remnants of the Demon God. But if that is the case, shouldn't he be dead by now?
Qiu Shuiran looked at his left arm, stretched his head over, bit his left sleeve, then pulled hard, and tore off the entire left sleeve.
"Bah!" Qiu Shuiran spat out the cloth in his mouth and stared at his left arm.
It's a bit unbelievable, because the twisted wrinkles and holes are no longer there, replaced by normal smooth skin.
"The curse of the devil...disappeared?"
Qiu Shuiran couldn't believe that the curse that had tortured him for more than ten years since the Yunzhou Incident disappeared.
"The curse is gone...then can I move my energy and blood?"
As he spoke, Qiu Shuiran closed his eyes and reluctantly assumed a meditation posture, feeling the power of qi and blood in his body.
It turns out that Qiu Shuiran was also a martial arts practitioner, and Qiu Shuiran's husband was also her senior brother. The two relied on this relationship to get closer and closer, and finally got married.
Until the Yunzhou Incident, Qiu Shuiran and her husband went to support, but her husband died there, leaving her alone to return to Cangzhou.
But accompanying her back was the curse of the strange god Kusilkan.
Kusilkan's blood splashed on Qiu Shuiran's arm, and the curse also remained on her arm.
From then on, Qiu Shuiran could no longer practice martial arts, but fortunately, he could use the immortal order to suppress the curse. The curse was only sealed on his arm and no longer spread.
But now the curse disappeared. More than ten years later, Qiu Shuiran started to have luck again and felt the flow of qi and blood in his body.
Qiu Shuiran felt that his life was enriched again, but when it reached his chest, he felt a stinging pain. Qiu Shuiran vomited a mouthful of old blood on the spot.
"It seems the old illness is still there."
Qiu Shuiran was a little regretful. The curse was gone, but the old disease in his chest was still there, but it didn't affect him. It would be fine if the curse was gone.
Qiu Shuiran's next luck was cautious, until after it passed, he saw Qiu Shuiran's arms exerting force, and the ropes that bound him fell apart.
Just as he was about to get up to get the immortal order, Ji Xunsheng heard the noise, kicked the door open, and barged in.
Qiu Shuiran looked at the person in front of him and naturally knew who he was.
[Ji Xunsheng? He’s just an exorcist.]
Qiu Shuiran looked at Ji Xunsheng's hands again, they were empty and he didn't hold any weapons.
[Exorcists are just a group of people who use their innate energy to target evil spirits. As for their bodies, I’m really not afraid of them.]
Qiu Shuiran was very confident in himself. After all, although he had not had any luck in more than ten years, he was once a warrior.
Isn't it easy to deal with a demon slayer who has no strength at all?
Thinking about this, Qiu Shuiran kicked him over without holding back his hands. Anyway, he couldn't kill him with just one kick. He could break the opponent's bones and lie down for a while.
But he saw that Ji Xunsheng was motionless and did not hide at all. Qiu Shuiran kicked him, but he could only see that Ji Xunsheng was not moving at all.
[No, I obviously circulated my energy and blood, so why didn’t I hurt him?]
Just when Qiu Shuiran was confused, Ji Xunsheng grabbed Qiu Shuiran's ankle and then pulled hard.
Qiu Shuiran fell to the ground, with a big bump on the back of his head.
Then Ji Xunsheng picked up Qiu Shuiran and carried him back to the bed again. Qiu Shuiran struggled hard.
However, he found that the man in front of him was very powerful, and even if he punched and kicked him, there was no reaction at all.
After being tied back to the bed, Ji Xunsheng sat aside and stared at Qiu Shuiran all the time.
This rope is not special. Qiu Shuiran can break it immediately if he wants to, but even if he breaks the rope, Ji Xunsheng is right next to him.
There was no point at all, so Qiu Shuiran had no choice but to give up and lie on the bed waiting for the opportunity.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and a familiar face pushed the door open, it was Han Ning.
"Good morning, Lord Qiu, we can have a good talk now."
When Ji Xunsheng saw Han Ning coming, he stood up and left. Han Ning and Qiu Shuiran were the only two people left in the room.
"What on earth are you?" Qiu Shuiran asked first.
"Do you know about immortals? I should be considered an immortal." Han Ning began to deceive people.
"I know about immortals, but you are too weak to be like one."
"Ahem, I am quite special. I am the exclusive immortal chosen by the Dragon God among the mortals."
Qiu Shuiran did not raise any questions, but the disbelief on her face showed her thoughts.
"Don't believe me, let me show you something."
Han Ning took out a short knife from his waist. Qiu Shuiran's eyes were as bright as fire. She thought Han Ning was going to execute him.
But when he saw Han Ning cut his wrist, blood immediately flowed down. He was afraid that Qiu Shuiran wouldn't believe it, so he deliberately put his hand up.
A few drops of blood fell onto Qiushui dye's face.
"What are you doing?" Qiu Shuiran asked in confusion.
"I want you to take a good look at it. See it clearly. This is a real wound."
"Just watch what happens next."
Then Han Ning put his finger on the wound and activated the distortion illusion. The surrounding air was distorted, and Qiu Shuiran felt the familiar white flash.
The next moment, the wound on Han Ning's wrist disappeared, leaving only the blood stains on the skin to prove its existence.
"You see, this is the power of the Dragon God!"
Qiu Shuiran's eyes widened, somewhat in disbelief. She had always had awe and faith in the Dragon God.
The scene at this moment left her speechless in shock, and she just nodded dully.