Villain: Hold The Female Devil's Thigh Tightly While She's Still Young

While Zhao Qingpei was unconscious, Zhao Zongze was also in retreat digesting his own state.

Sheng Yingting has been staying quietly next to Zhao Qingpei.

Shengxia was quietly held by Mr. Gu Wei, sitting on the table in front of the window, minding his own business and playing with the bamboo slips.

Zhao Qingpei's fingers suddenly moved.

Sheng Yingting, who had been standing by the side, suddenly shouted loudly.

"Young Master is awake, his fingers just moved."

Gu Wei took Sheng Xia off, stood up and touched his chin.

"Having been unconscious for so long, it seems that the injury is not serious."

"Young Madam, what did your Grandma Sun say?"

Sheng Yingting never moved her eyes away from Zhao Qingpei.

Open your mouth and reply to Gu Wei.

"Mr. Gu Wei, Granny Sun said that the young master is just mentally exhausted and it will take some time to wake up."

Zhao Qingpei slowly opened his eyes, followed by a splitting headache.

This feeling was a hundred times more uncomfortable than when he traveled through time.

"You can take a rest, there's no need to get up so soon."

"I'm hungry..."

After hearing what Zhao Qingpei said, Gu Wei immediately left to prepare something to eat.

"Yingting, can you go get me a glass of water?"

Zhao Qingpei spoke weakly.

Sheng Yingting stood up immediately and walked faster and faster. She seemed extremely happy that Zhao Qingpei had woken up.

A glass of water was handed over.

Zhao Qingpei drank it in one gulp, and his dry throat was instantly moisturized.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

Unconsciously, Zhao Qingpei felt that a year or two had passed.

In fact, it can't be said to be one or two years. At that time, Zhao Qingpei no longer had any way to measure his concept of time.

As for the feeling that it took one or two years, it was because I had basically fully understood the moves of the half-step secret sword.

If he were to study the half-step secret skill of Yi Jian in normal times, it might take him two full years.

In that state, apart from being extremely lonely and extremely tortured to one's own spirit, it can also be regarded as a special place for cultivation.

"Sir, it's been seven days."

"Has it been seven days?"

Zhao Qingpei slowly raised his right hand.

Now there are three different auras in his body, namely the aura of a scholar and the golden figure formed by accumulated meridians under his lower abdomen.

The second one is that after swallowing the Shen Ji Dan, he accumulated one hundred and eighty years of compressed internal energy.

There it is distributed among Zhao Qingpei's various meridians and converges on the chest and heart.

And the third one is the white silk thread.

After he turned into a cocoon and turned into a butterfly, those silk threads turned into colors and gathered into his forehead.

Zhao Qingpei could clearly feel those threads.

Haoran's righteousness, inner strength, and something unknown.

Zhao Qingpei stretched out the index and middle fingers of his right hand and placed them on his forehead.

Zhao Qingpei moved his fingers slowly, and the colored silk thread was pulled out from his forehead.

"Sir, what is this?"

Sheng Yingting looked curiously at the threads that appeared from Zhao Qingpei.

"Young Master's order is ready. Come on, bring it in."

As soon as Gu Wei stepped into the room, he saw Zhao Qingpei and picked up a colorful silk thread from his forehead.

The whole person paused, and then quickly frowned.

Gu Wei suddenly interrupted Zhao Qingpei's operation, and the colored silk thread disconnected and then disappeared.

Gu Wei quickly stepped forward.

He grabbed Zhao Qingpei's wrist.

After feeling it for a while, slowly release it.

Then the face that had always been smiling suddenly turned serious.

"What's wrong? Mr. Gu Wei."

Gu Wei's serious expression made Zhao Qingpei feel bad.

"Master, do you know what the thing that was just pulled out of your forehead is?"

Zhao Qingpei shook his head.

"Sir, tell me."

Gu Wei raised his right hand.

Nearly transparent white silk threads are constantly entangled in the palm of the hand.

"This is the thought controlled by the politicians."

"Mr. Gu Wei, do you mean that the thing I just extracted from my forehead is also Nian?"

"No, thoughts are close to transparent."

"Master, try again. Concentrate on taking out those sights and take a look."

Zhao Qingpei followed Wei's instructions and slowly placed the middle finger and index finger of his right hand on his forehead.

In front of Gu Wei and Sheng Yingting, Zhao Qingpei once again pulled out the colorful thread bit by bit.

As more and more threads are drawn out, more threads slowly appear from the forehead.

Those colorful threads began to slowly tangle together, forming a golden sword in Zhao Qingpei's hand.

Zhao Qingpei stared blankly at the golden sword in his hand that was almost the same as a normal sword and felt exactly the same.

"This was taken from my forehead?"

Sheng Yingting also focused on the golden sword in Zhao Qingpei's hand.

Zhao Qingpei could feel three different auras on this golden long sword, namely Haoran's righteousness, sword intention and the so-called thought.

"As expected...Master, you are really..."

The expression on Gu Wei's face became more and more serious, and when he looked at Zhao Qingpei, he looked like a monster.

"Mr. Gu Wei, don't look at me like that."

"I really can't express my feelings with anything else."

Gu Wei let out a long sigh.

began to explain.

"Master, this long sword in your hand has a special name called "Supernatural Power."

"Supernatural powers?"

"Supernatural powers?"

When Zhao Qingpei heard this word, his whole body became energetic.

No matter where the term supernatural power is placed, it is a top-notch existence.

He has been looking at the golden sword in his hand. This thing is magical power.

Are you so cheating?

This kind of treatment is almost worthy of the protagonist!

"As for how he came into being, I don't know, because he is the one I have been pursuing. I only know that the Nian born from the Zongheng Technique is necessary to advance to magical powers. But, young master, when did you learn to read?"

Zhao Qingpei shook his head.

This kind of thing just appeared here. Zhao Qingpei himself didn't know it. He couldn't say that he had a long dream, learned all the sword moves, and then turned into a cocoon, and then She sheds her shell from the cocoon and becomes a butterfly, waking up on her own.

It’s too outrageous to say it.

However, Zhao Qingpei still told Gu Wei about this matter.

Just as Zhao Qingpei thought, after telling Mr. Gu Wei this kind of thing, his face was full of doubts.

He seemed to be racking his brains to think about what caused the phenomenon Zhao Qingpei mentioned.

"Isn't your magical power very good? Sir, he looks sad."

Sheng Yingting looked at Gu Wei, whose eyebrows were about to wrinkle together, and asked.

"It's very good, but this kind of thing is said to be something that can only be born in the Eighth Realm. The Eighth Realm warrior has a powerful body and communicates with the energy consumption of heaven and earth to support magical powers."

"What would happen without this support?"

“A year of life spent at a time.”

Zhao Qingpei asked directly with a smile on his face, and he almost couldn't hold the golden long sword formed by his magical power in his hand.

The golden sword in his hand no longer smells good.

Damn it! One year of life at a time!

Sure enough, I am not the protagonist! !