You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 379 Legendary Edition Collection

Zhong Baixuan's complexion on the bronze table finally looked a little better, but it was still dark.

From time to time, golden light flashed across its body, accompanied by the violent churning of its flesh, and underneath there seemed to be the unwilling roar of a mad beast.

Gradually, the poison had no way to escape, and it rushed around, flowing out from the seven orifices and escaping from the table.

Changqing was no longer able to kill the poison, but fortunately, sparks fell from the wick of the oil lamp, which appeared in the air and turned into a ball of deep red flame, instantly burning the poison.

"Fortunately, the heart meridian has not been invaded by the poison, otherwise, there would be no way to save the situation."

After Changqing finished speaking, he fell down and fainted due to weakness.

Fortunately, the two men were still supporting Changqing. They put Changqing on the recliner and checked his breath. They found that he was just a little weak, so they felt relieved.

The oil lamp flew into the house, fetched a thin blanket and covered Changqing with it.

Yun Qinghan and the other person sat obediently on the stone bench. Looking at Zhong Baixuan's breathing gradually becoming steady, their tense emotions suddenly relaxed.

The oil lamp floated in front of Changqing again, guarding him. When he saw the two people sitting beside him, he said, "Tea girl, these are the young master's close friends. Serve them some tea~"

"Got it~"

A golden teacup appeared in front of the two men. They were stunned for a moment, somewhat at a loss.

But the teacup kept being pushed towards his palm, whether actively or passively, and he finally took the teacup.

The tea girl flew in front of them and poured steaming hot tea for them. Then she floated in the air and saw that the two people were looking at her in surprise, as if they saw a mountain monster, with a bit of surprise and a bit of caution.

"Miss, sir, please have some tea~" A pleasant female voice entered their hearts.

"Miss, sir, please have some tea~" they said tenderly, holding the teacups in their hands.

Ling Yu's hand trembled and he almost dropped the teacup, but even with that tremor, not a drop of tea in the cup spilled.

Yun Qinghan was much better. He looked at the golden bronze cup in his hand curiously and even squeezed it hard.

"Are you tea sets and ancient lamps transformed into spirits?"

Although Yun Qinghan had never seen one, he had heard many stories about mountain spirits, such as mountain gods fighting and stones sighing.

There were stars in Yun Qinghan's eyes, quite dazzling, and he was very moved when he saw the talking object.

"Miss, you are joking. Mountain spirits are a kind of spirit race. Although we look like spirits, strictly speaking, we are much luckier than them. When we were born, we were endowed with wisdom by power. Perhaps it is just right to call us innate spirits." Tea Girl explained.

"Yes, we are not the same as those elves who have been struggling for years." said the little teacup.

"Yeah, yeah~"

The tea girl seemed to enjoy talking to people, and even the teacups started chattering.

"Innate spirit weapon?! Are you a spiritual weapon or a magic weapon?" Zhong Baixuan asked in surprise.

The tea girl poured tea for the two again and said, "It's just an ordinary vessel~ It's a vessel that voluntarily serves you!"

Yun Qinghan caught the details in Cha Niang's words and said, "You mean, you have a deep connection with Chang Qing?"

"Of course. Although we have only gained intelligence in the past ten thousand years, we have a natural mission that makes us keep searching and waiting for the appearance of the young master..." Yun Qinghan said, holding the teacup in his hand.

"Have you been waiting for Xiao Qingzi? Then how long did this natural mission last?" Yun Qinghan's eyes flashed.

"Nearly one million..."

"Xiao Qi!" Oil lamp suddenly stopped teacup from speaking.

At the same time, Yun Qinghan and Ling Yu fixed their eyes on Chang Qing, whose face was as pale as paper.

The teacup named Xiaoqi trembled suddenly and almost slipped out of Yun Qinghan's hand.

"Grandpa Deng, I know I was wrong~" Xiao Qi's childish voice sounded a little aggrieved.

Oil lamp did not blame Xiao Qi anymore, but looked at Yun Qinghan and said:

"Miss, please stop asking about the young master's affairs. It will not benefit you."

Yun Qinghan quickly covered up the light in his eyes, nodded and said, "Xiao Qingzi and I are close friends, so I won't say anything nonsense. This guy is Xiao Qingzi's student, so he won't say anything nonsense either. Please rest assured, Mr. Deng~"

The oil lamp stopped talking, leaving only the tea girl and Yun Qinghan chatting intermittently.

As time went by, it was already dusk. Chang Qing's pale face gradually turned red. As for Zhong Baixuan, his face was still dark. Under the setting sun, his face was shining with black and gold light, like a legendary collection.

Finally, Zhong Baixuan's fingers moved, his chest rose and fell, and soon he opened his eyes.

Seeing the two people drowsy at the table, he scratched his head and asked, "Where is this? I remember we were fighting, weren't we?"

Hearing the voice, Yun Qinghan's eyes suddenly lit up, and Ling Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's good that Senior Brother Zhong has woken up~"

"Old Zhong, do you... feel anything strange?" Yun Qinghan asked tentatively with a tangled tone.

"What could happen? I just feel like there's a hint of warmth in my body. How comfortable I can be!" Zhong Baixuan stretched and felt unprecedentedly relaxed.

"Did something happen?" Zhong Baixuan asked.

Yun Qinghan forced a smile and said:

"It's good, it's good! Well, Lao Zhong, for the sake of your physical and mental health, don't look in the mirror for the next few days."

Ling Yu nodded in agreement.

Zhong Baixuan had a bad feeling in his heart, and when he saw Yun Qinghan's gloating look, Zhong Baixuan became even more certain that something had happened.

Sure enough, Zhong Baixuan's spiritual consciousness surged, and he instantly saw a piece of fat and bloated charcoal sitting on the bronze table.

"Oh shit! It's a ghost!" Zhong Baixuan couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Hahahaha!" Yun Qinghan held his stomach and almost died of laughter.

"Old Zhong, it's okay for you to be scared by yourself!"

Ling Yu couldn't help laughing.

"What's wrong with me?" Zhong Baixuan pinched his face and asked.

"Awake?" A faint voice sounded, and Zhong Baixuan then noticed Changqing covered with a blanket not far away.

"Junior Brother Changqing, you're awake!" Zhong Baixuan jumped off the table and came close to Changqing.

When he saw Changqing's weak appearance, he asked nervously:

"Junior Brother Changqing, what happened to you? Who has harmed you? Why are you so weak?!"

Chang Qing had a strange look on his face, and couldn't help but feel that Zhong Baixuan's brain was also poisoned.

Chang Qing pointed his finger at Zhong Baixuan, but was grabbed by Zhong Baixuan.

"Junior Brother Changqing, just tell me, I will help you get revenge!" He said with a sincere look.

"Get out!" Chang Qing couldn't help but rolled his eyes and cursed in annoyance.

Zhong Baixuan was speechless for a while, but he heard a burst of laughter behind him.

Zhong Baixuan looked at Yun Qinghan in confusion. Everything in front of him made him feel a little absurd.

"Old Zhong, you really are the thief crying "stop thief". Are you going to beat yourself up?" Yun Qinghan was laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back.

Ling Yu stood up, walked to Zhong Baixuan, clicked his tongue twice, shook his head and walked away.