The old Pavilion Master's aura rose and fell.

The window opened and swung with a loud bang.

The curtains in the room shaking, and the books placed on the table were also opened.

The entire attic was filled with a burst of anger.

The old Pavilion Master pressed down slightly.

The turbid eyes were filled with cold light.

"How did you know about the forbidden island!"

Wen Qing'er swallowed.

At that moment, I seemed to feel the approaching God of Death.

"I overheard my parents chatting, from when they were chatting."

The old Pavilion Master bent down and looked down at Wen Qing'er with his hands behind his back.

"What else did you hear?"

Wen Qing'er's body couldn't help but tremble.

I clearly saw that the old Pavilion Master's eyes were gradually filled with blood, and the black eyeballs were shrinking little by little, and blue veins bulged on his forehead.

Under the dim light.

The old Pavilion Master looks like a zombie.

"I...I heard this!"

"Qing'er! Grandpa doesn't like lying children!"

The old pavilion owner's big hand, covered with wrinkles and age spots, fell on Wen Qing'er's body.

Wen Qing'er's weak body lowered down and almost lay on the ground, looking at the old pavilion master who was completely different in front of her, her body was like a sieve.

"I...I also heard that they said that the Forbidden Island has the killer weapon of our Penglai Pavilion! As long as you enter the Forbidden Island, you can improve your skills in the shortest time!"

The old Pavilion Master made a terrible laughter from his throat. The laughter sounded uncomfortable, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"You really want to go to the forbidden island?"

Wen Qing'er leaned her body and was almost lying on the ground, looking at the old Pavilion Master nervously.

After hesitating for a while, "I suddenly don't want to go!"

The old Pavilion Master suddenly grabbed Wen Qing'er's neck and lifted it up. Wen Qing'er's face was purple and red when she was pinched, her eyes burst, and her legs couldn't stop kicking the air.

The tongue was spit out bit by bit.

"I'll go! I'll go!"

A sharp sound came from Wen Qing'er's throat, shrouded in fear.

The old Pavilion Master let go.

Wen Qing'er landed on the ground powerlessly.

Covering his neck and gasping violently.

The old Pavilion Master sat down slowly.

He looked at Wen Qing'er condescendingly.

A strange and bizarre smile appeared on the corner of your lips, "Your parents have been on the forbidden island for 80 days, and they are just one day away from becoming a land demon. Unfortunately, they always have that disgusting humanity. I hope you don't let it go.

I'm disappointed!

Cheng Bao, send her to the forbidden island!”

The guard who was guarding the door just now flashed into the door.

He lifted Wen Qing'er and headed out the door.

Wen Qing'er struggled quickly, "Let me go, don't touch me with your stinky hands! I will leave myself!"

Cheng Bao had no expression on his face and quickly walked out of the door with Wen Qing'er in his hand.

There is a rarely known ferry at the innermost part of Penglai Pavilion, and Cheng Bao threw Wen Qing'er onto the boat.

He jumped onto the boat, stepped onto the shore, and with the moonlight, the boat rushed out into the distance.

Cheng Bao stood at the bow of the boat, Wen Qing'er's face was distorted, looking at Penglai Pavilion, which was gradually moving away.

Looking back on what the old Pavilion Master said just now, his parents actually died on the forbidden island.

I'm afraid I'll die if I go.

Wen Qing'er secretly glanced at Cheng Bao, turned over and was about to jump out of the boat and escape.

Cheng Bao stepped on his feet and the boat tilted. Wen Qing'er did not stand firmly and sat back into the boat.

Before he could speak, Cheng Bao pinched Wen Qing'er's face and said, "Be honest!"

Wen Qing'er angrily scratched Cheng Bao's face with her fingernails, and then bit Cheng Bao's tiger's mouth hard, "Watch dog let go of me! Don't touch me! It's so dirty! Give me...

.”

Cheng Bao pressed Wen Qing'er's neck with big hands and nailed Wen Qing'er to the bow of the boat.

The other hand reached towards Wen Qing'er's neckline.

Cracked clothes.

Drive straight in.

The boat swayed and bumped, heading towards the distance.

The gongs and drums turn the bow of the ship, sweeping through the waves and shouting torrents.

A little spring blooms with autumn water, and several rushes to rush the boat to pass by.

The old Pavilion Master sat in a wheelchair in a daze.

I don't know how long it took, the old Pavilion Master came to his senses, picked up the blanket from the ground, shook it and spread it back on his legs, and lowered his head and saw a small part of his leg exposed from his trouser legs.

Under the dim light, you can see the old Pavilion Master’s legs covered with scales.

He stretched out his hand and pulled it.

A rushing knock on the door came from downstairs.

"Old Pavilion Master, I am Wan'er! Is it convenient to come in?"

The old Pavilion Master tidied up his clothes, "Come in, kid!"

Wen Wan'er looked anxious and ran up from downstairs with her skirt.

"Old Pavilion Master, have Qing'er been to your place?"

"I haven't been here, what's wrong?"

Wen Wan'er said angry and heartbrokenly, "She has made some bad friends, and now her thoughts are poisoned by her eyes. Her three views are very bad. I asked her to stay at home, but she ran out again. I asked someone and said she was looking for it.

Here comes."

"This girl, how old is you? You still make your sister so uneasy. I'll send someone to find you."

"Thank you, so late, I'm disturbing you."

The old Pavilion Master smiled and said, "It's okay, you girl, why are you always doing so polite to the old man? Although your parents are not my biological children, I regard them as my own. You and Qing'er are my relatives."

Granddaughter, why are you doing so politely with me!"

Wen Wan'er bent down to thank her and hurriedly left the attic.

....

The sky is dimming.

Wang Han stretched.

With the combination of internal and external skills.

I was meditating for a night without any sleepiness.

Open your eyes and glanced in one direction.

Yesterday, I clearly felt the sound of my heartbeat through human velvet paper in that direction.

Wen Qing'er went there when she left Wang Han's residence.

After that, Wen Wan'er was looking for someone.

Wang Han asked by the way, and Wen Wan'er said that the place was the place where the old Pavilion Master was a place for the cultivation of the Qing Dynasty.

Repair a hammer.

If I hadn't felt that you would have believed it.

After washing up.
To be continued...