The Yun Family's Ninth Child Is An Imp!

Yun Chujius eyes lit up when she heard Yang Chun Baixues words. She said sneakily, Then if I help you ring the demon Sky Bell, does that mean that the demon Sky Bell belongs to Me?

Yangchun baixue stared at Yun Chujiu with her mouth agape. She even suspected that she had misunderstood her lip language. was there something wrong with this good-for-nothing puppets brain?

Putting aside the fact that it was just a good-for-nothing puppet that couldnt help her ring the demon Sky Bell, even if it did ring, the demon Sky Bell wouldnt recognize a puppet as its master.

Moreover, the demon Sky Bell was a treasure left behind by the demon ancestor. No one could make it recognize its master.

Yangchun baixue sighed. Youre thinking too much. Even if I could ring the demon Sky Bell, the demon Sky Bell wouldnt recognize me as its master, much less recognize a puppet like you as its master.

Yun chujiu rolled her eyes. Dont make it sound so absolute. Maybe the demon Sky Bell will shamelessly acknowledge me as its master when it sees that Im so good-looking!

Yangchun Baixue looked at Hei Xinjius pitch-black face speechlessly. Such an honor did not have anything to do with good-looking.

Seeing that Yangchun Baixue did not say anything, hei xinjiu blinked her eyes and said,

Come on, lets go and read some books. The storybooks of your demon race are quite nice. But Can you help me buy some of those storybooks where a woman marries eight men?

Yangchun Baixue staggered and almost fell to the ground. Her face turned red instantly. You, you, how can you read those storybooks? !

Yun chujiu was very interested. Huh? From what you mean, there really are those storybooks? Come on, lets go and buy a few hundred of them!

Yangchun baixue naturally would not listen to Hei Xinjiu. She ignored her and entered the study.

Little Meh Meh, Im your blood puppet. Wont your conscience hurt if you treat me like this?

Little meh meh, Im about to lose my little life because of you. Cant you fulfill one of My Dying Wishes?

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Yangchun Baixue decided not to look at Hei Xinjiu. Since Hei Xinjiu could not make a sound, it was better for her not to see it.

Seeing that Yangchun Baixue ignored her, Hei Xinjiu was furious. In a moment of desperation, she poured her demonic energy into her right hand and knocked the book out of Yangchun Baixues hand.

Both Yangchun Baixue and Hei Xinjiu were stunned!

Hei Xinjiu looked at her right hand. For a moment, her right hand seemed to have condensed into a solid body?

Yangchun Baixue stood up in excitement. Did your right hand just condense into a solid body? Previously, when one of your fingers condensed into a solid body, I thought it was an illusion. But now, it seems that in time, you will definitely be able to cultivate into a solid body.

Hei Xinjiu was also a little excited, but she still rolled her eyes and said, Even if what you said is true, whats the use? ! If you die, I probably wont be able to live!

You heartless person, why didnt you buy me a script? Im so Pitiful!

Yangchun Baixue looked speechlessly at Hei Xinjiu who was acting shamelessly. She was pitiful? With such a demon puppet, she, the host, was the pitiful one!

Yangchun baixue sighed. Alright, Ill bring you to the conversation book shop. But lets make a deal first. When the time comes, youll stay in my sea of consciousness and not come out to cause trouble.

Hei xinjiu nodded repeatedly. Little meh meh, dont worry. Ill definitely be obedient.

After saying that, hei xinjiu drilled into Yangchun Baixues glabella, acting like an obedient baby.