The Yun Family's Ninth Child is an Imp!



Yang Chun Baixue slammed the door shut and slumped to the ground, biting her lips.

Did she really kill her parents? Did she cause the downfall of the Yang Clan? Did she really deserve to die?

Hei Xinjiu had a clear view of what had just happened. However, she had used up too much of her demonic energy to deal with Tu Meier, so she did not come out to make a scene.

Now that she saw that Yangchun Baixue looked like she could not afford to live, she had no choice but to float out.

“Little meh meh, are you stupid? That shrew made up a few nonsense words, and you’re already in such a State?”Hei Xinjiu rolled her eyes and said.

Yangchun Baixue was about to speak when she heard hei xinjiu continue, “Didn’t you buy a lot of delicious food just now? Let’s go. We’ll go to the study room and eat snacks while reading a story book. It’s so wonderful!”

Yangchun Baixue:”...”

If only she was as heartless as this good-for-nothing puppet!

Forget it. She was going to die anyway. What was the point of thinking so much? ! So Be it. She didn’t have many days left to live anyway!

Yangchun Baixue stood up immediately and brought Hei Xinjiu to the study room.

However, when she opened the storybook she bought, her face turned red with embarrassment. She refused to help Hei xinjiu open the book no matter what.

When Hei Xinjiu saw that Yangchun Baixue refused to help her flip through the books no matter what, she was so angry that she snorted:

“Little meh meh, your skin is too thin! There’s nothing written here! Isn’t it just holding hands and kissing on the lips? !”

Yangchun Baixue was so embarrassed that she wished she could stuff Hei Xinjiu’s mouth shut. How did she summon such a pervert? !

However, she could not resist Hei Xinjiu’s scoundrel, so she could only help Hei Xinjiu flip through the book with her eyes closed.

Hei xinjiu read it with great interest. It had to be said that the story books of the demon race were vividly written. They were simply of the highest quality! They were much more advanced than the human race, the ghost race, and the nightmare race. Could it be that the demon race had the talent to write such a special story book?

For three days in a row, other than eating chicken, hei xinjiu read the story books. Her days were simply wonderful!

It was not that this fellow had fallen, but there was nothing else she could do. The time was too short. Even if she cultivated day and night, it was impossible for her to cultivate a physical body.

Moreover, even if she could cultivate a physical body, it would be useless.

As for escaping, there was no need to think about it. Crown Prince Lu Ziyan had already set up hidden sentries outside the general’s residence. There was no way he could escape.

Moreover, even if he could escape, with Yangchun Baixue’s weak demonic strength, they would not end well.

They could only take it one step at a time. Besides, Hei Xinjiu felt that since the black bead had brought her here, it would not leave her to die. It might teleport her back to the ghost realm at the critical moment.

Seeing that the next day was the day of the demon sky bell, Yangchun Baixue cleaned up the ancestral hall, kneeling on the Futon, she said with tears in her eyes, “Ancestors of the Yang clan, father, mother, please bless Xue'er to ring the demon Sky Bell Tomorrow.”

Hei Xinjiu rolled her eyes. She was just about to mock him when she remembered that she had placed her hopes on the black bead as well? She did not seem to have the right to mock little meh.

The fellow immediately came to a realization. She had felt that there was not much time left and there was no need to cultivate or not cultivate. It was a huge mistake!

She should not give up until the very last moment. She was simply going back to her old self!

Thus, she crossed her legs and floated in the air, starting to cultivate according to the puppet cultivation method she had seen earlier.

Yangchun baixue cried for a while. When she got up, she actually saw her good-for-nothing puppet, which was either eating or reading a script, actually cultivating. She felt as if she had seen a ghost!