PFC Chapter 195 The Witch's Favorite Treasure
Chapter 195 The Witch's Favorite Treasure
"Zhaozhao, are you settling in well with the Wu family?"
Wu Zhao pressed his forehead in exasperation, while Wu Xingyun, standing beside him, couldn't help but twitch his lips upon hearing Gu Chen's words.
What could his ancestors possibly find uncomfortable in their own home?
Even if there are things he's not used to, he can immediately turn those things into habits!
Why is Gu Chen, an outsider, so concerned about his ancestor?
Wu Xingyun couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"I've only been at the Wu family's house for less than a day, so I can't answer your question."
Gu Chen on the other end of the phone was silent for a while before letting out a slow sigh.
"I'm sorry, Zhao Zhao, I'm just not used to it..."
Hearing him say that, Wu Xingyun couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Is there something you're not used to?"
"Go get me a glass of water, I'm a little thirsty." Wu Zhao nudged Wu Xingyun. "Go ahead."
"Okay, I'll be right back." Wu Xingyun replied and then went to pour water excitedly.
After his footsteps faded into the distance, Wu Zhao heard Gu Chen say, "Zhao Zhao, it seems like the Wu family dislikes me."
“Hmm…” Wu Zhao wanted to laugh a little, “You’re trying to get your seniority by targeting the Wu family’s ancestor. Of course you’re going to be disliked.”
Gu Chen seemed to chuckle, then asked, "So, did I succeed?"
Wu Zhao: "..."
"What success? Ancestor, I've brought the water." Wu Xingyun said excitedly, carrying a water jug. "I found the flower tea that my sister likes to drink. Ancestor, would you like to try some?"
"Oh, okay." Wu Zhao sensed the low mood on Gu Chen's face on the other end of the phone and couldn't help but silently mourn for Wu Xingyun for a few seconds.
This kid looks like he's going to have a lot of bad luck in the future...
Gu Chen sighed.
"Zhao Zhao, you should get some rest." He knew that with Wu Xingyun here, there was no chance of him having a private chat with Wu Zhao.
"Alright, you too." Wu Zhao hung up the phone and looked at Wu Xingyun, who was trying to brew tea.
He asked, "Has Shiyu sent any news back?"
"No, but the spiritual energy my sister left at home seems to be quite stable, so there should be no danger."
Wu Xingyun checks on it every two hours, so he is relatively at ease.
"Hmm." Wu Zhao nodded.
Although no news has come back, the person is safe.
However... the demon god beside her remained unresponsive.
Could it be that we've entered some kind of special place?
Wu Zhao turned the ring on his hand, and suddenly his brow twitched.
"A barrier that isolates spiritual energy fluctuations and auras..."
"In that case, you stay with her... until she comes back."
Her voice was very low, and Wu Xingyun, who was pouring water, didn't hear her clearly.
He put down the kettle and asked, "What ancestors are you talking about?"
"It's nothing." Wu Zhao smelled a faint fragrance of flowers and tea. She said, "Your sister's tea is quite good."
"Then please try it. My uncle said that this flower tea was made by an elder in the family. Drinking it can relieve pain. My sister gets injured occasionally because she is always going out to take on missions."
Wu Zhao pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Since it can alleviate the pain, why don't you send some to your older brother later?"
She did indeed sense a very faint fluctuation of spiritual energy in the flower tea; it was probably tea leaves made with spiritual energy.
It's a very interesting tea-making technique.
"I think he probably doesn't need it anymore. He even tried to hit me just now..." Wu Xingyun muttered. "My older brother is much better now, but he still looks a bit miserable..."
When he went to fetch water, he also glanced at his older brother and saw him looking disheveled for the first time.
Unable to resist making a few sarcastic remarks, he was rudely kicked out by Wu Liufeng.
Wu Zhao smiled, naturally knowing what he had just done.
I reached out and poked his forehead.
The ring on her hand suddenly became scalding hot, and a crimson color flowed across the gemstone.
"Master, help!"
It's Shen Qingqing's voice!
"What is this?!" Wu Xingyun also heard the shout. He was quite familiar with Shen Qingqing.
He looked at Wu Zhao, his brows furrowing with worry: "Ancestor, is it Shen Qingqing?"
Wu Zhao closed his eyes, and the ring on his hand spun rapidly.
Even with her Heavenly Thunder Talisman, Shen Qingqing still encountered danger.
A surge of spiritual energy flowed into the ring, and Wu Zhao said, "Don't self-destruct, leave quickly."
……
Guangdu.
Shen Qingqing was moving through the darkness, and the chilling aura closing in from behind made her already pale face even more ashen.
Just as she was about to self-destruct, Wu Zhao's voice surged in along with spiritual power.
A warm feeling welled up inside her, and she gritted her teeth.
With the help of Wu Zhao's spiritual power, Shen Qingqing's speed increased even more.
The entire evil spirit almost disappeared into the darkness of the night.
"Leave me alone!"
A sharp shriek came from behind her.
The dark chains throbbed violently behind him as he sped toward Shen Qingqing.
"Ah—" Her vagina was pierced by cold chains.
Feeling the spiritual energy rapidly draining from her body, Shen Qingqing gripped the object in her hand tightly.
Even if it meant her soul was scattered, she would still deliver the things to Wu Zhao!
Just as her body was about to explode, a cold laugh came from behind her.
"You're dreaming if you think you can just self-destruct!"
Heavy chains tightly bound Shen Qingqing's body, absorbing even the power she was about to unleash.
Then a tall, slender figure appeared in front of Shen Qingqing.
The person wearing the mask couldn't see their face, but their voice sounded very young.
"Where did this little bug come from, daring to steal things from the Witch Saint Cult?"
She reached out to take the item from Shen Qingqing's hand.
With a "whoosh," a black arrow suddenly shot out from a distance.
The masked man quickly took two steps back.
A captivating smile accompanied by layers of falling rose petals, and a charming woman suddenly appeared before Shen Qingqing.
She pulled Shen Qingqing out of her chains.
"Hiss—!" The spirit cried out in pain as it was being pulled. Before Shen Qingqing could even speak, the alluring woman stuffed it into her chest.
Shen Qingqing: ...
"Oh dear, I finally managed to come out, and it's pitch black at night."
"What a disappointment, all those flower petals we prepared have gone to waste..."
The masked man looked warily at the strange woman who had suddenly appeared, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Who are you? Hand over that evil spirit!"
"Do you want to offend the Holy Witch Cult?!"
The woman who was being threatened didn't get angry; instead, she laughed, her smile full of amusement.
"Oh dear, I'm so scared. What are you witch doctors going to do to me? And... who said I'm human?"
As if remembering something, she suddenly realized and said, "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself."
"My name is... Nana."
"The sorceress's little darling...please take good care of me."