Mistress, I Was Wrong

"Little shaman." This time behind Karu, Milo followed along and yawned impatiently.

"Where did the little shaman go?"

"Trade." Lean rarely replied.

"Yo, this kid seems to have grown a lot taller after not seeing him for a month." Milo slapped him on the back with a slap.

Like he had a pair of eyes growing on the back of his head, Lean turned around smartly and avoided Milo's big palm. Unexpectedly, Milo missed and immediately chased Leen for the second time but still couldn't touch him. Seeing Leen avoid his palm twice and make sneering faces at him it aroused Milo's competitive spirit and they started a small fight.

Leen didn't like Milo, because Milo looked at the little shaman very badly. When he fled, he took out his bow and arrow, aimed at Milo, and watched Milo quickly fly towards him. He measured the speed left and right, and even calculated the extremely high probability that the other party was likely to avoid in.

"Whoosh"

Milo slammed to a stop and habitually dodged to the right.

At this time, a strange wind suddenly blew, and the wind passed Milo's left shoulder with an arrow.

Karu watched in shock from the side, thinking that this kid Leen has made great progress. He'd only just come to the Cass tribe and learned how to use his skills so well. Although the opponent's arrows were accurate, in terms of distance and overall skill he was still not good enough.

"Stinky boy, you are serious!" Milo looked at the scar on his arm that was slashed by the sharp arrow and almost turned into a beast on the spot with anger.

"Yes, next time if you dare to hit me indiscriminately, I'll shoot this arrow into your chest." Leen took out the arrow and provocatively poked it at his chest, his sharp eyes were not like what a thirteen or fourteen year old should have.

Karu saw firmness in the eyes of this child and knew the other party was not joking at all.

"Hey, it's okay to play, but you must not take it seriously." Karu was stunned, and quickly stopped between the two of them, even preventing Milo from transforming, "How old are you, stop caring about a child, not to mention you'll be fine as long you don't tease him."

"What's wrong with him, if I hadn't looked at him being so pitiful—"

With his Mom and Dad all dead, and being an orphan he truly was a pitiful child, however…

"Milo! Did you forget what you promised the leader that day?"

Karu gave him a stern look.

When Cass' name was taken out, Milo's mood calmed down immediately. He was depressed and wiped off the blood on his arm, again and again.

Little Colour glanced at them with a smirk, and then said to Leen, "There was a slight deviation before, you have to shoot another 200 arrows today before you can rest."

"Okay." Leen shrugged indifferently.

Karu thought it was very novel, especially since Leen seemed to be able to understand what this human had said, "Hey, it turns out that this kid is the most suitable to stay with the little shaman."

"The kid didn't escape, right?" Milo was very uncomfortable when he entered the house of the dwarves. The dwarves were generally short and small. If he jumped a little at this height, he would directly hit the ceiling.

"Shut up."

Karu felt that he couldn't stand Milo. How could Cass agree to Milo coming? He should have stayed in the tribe.

"When will the little shaman and the others come back?" Karu leaned over and asked Wei Junlan.

"She'll come back when it's time to come back."

Wei Junlan didn't even lift her head, she bent her legs, and then changed another leg, "Karu?"

"Do you know where the little shaman is?"

"Please move aside, you are blocking my light."

"Hahahaha." Milo couldn't help laughing when he saw Karu's dishevelled look, "Why, can't find your little shaman?"

"No, but the little shaman and the others should be back soon." Although Karu was apprehensive, he still had some trust in the little shaman. When he entered the trading market today, he specifically asked Leon to settle everything before coming here.

Qian Wanyu and Dongfang Minghui were hanging out in the dwarves' area.

If something went wrong among the dwarves, the trading market would show some signs.

"Let's go."

"Seventh sister, do you think Lord Kurt's son has been found?"

Qian Wanyu didn't answer the other party, she was afraid that the other party would be afraid of her if her current thoughts were spied on by Ninth Sister. From her point of view, she naturally hopes that Kurt's son will have an accident. If an accident occurs, the other party's resentment against the people behind the arena will be deepened, and the power of support from the dwarves will be obtained. They needed a lot of support to fight this war…

Otherwise, nothing could be done with the current situation of the Cass tribe alone.

However, Ninth Sister would definitely not think so…

“Seventh sister!”

"What's wrong?"

Dongfang Minghui shook her head, she always felt that Seventh sister seemed to be a little absent-minded.

As soon as they turned around, they just walked a few steps before they encountered a group of guards.

"Little shaman, Qian girl."

"Leon, are you going back afterwards?" There are many people in the trading market. There are also many people who want to fish in troubled waters, thieves and kidnappers as well as disputes between major tribes. This had all increased the work of the guard team.

"Little shaman, my lord wants to see you alone."

"Me?"

Dongfang Minghui glanced at Seventh sister, there was no expression on her face, she couldn't help but ask, "Is there something wrong?"

Mickey and Leon on the side murmured, and Leon said casually, "My lord feels a little uncomfortable, I want to invite the little shaman to take a look."

Qian Mama's physical condition should be fine, this must be mostly an excuse to…

"Seventh sister, do you want to accompany me?" Little Minghui blinked at Qian Wanyu.

Qian Wanyu reached out and touched the silky hair on her head, "Let's go."

The two walked with Leon through the formation. Qian Wanyu took the initiative to stand outside the door and wait. Little Minghui stuck a small head into the door, "Lord?"

"Come in." Qian Yiling's voice was low as if it was really different from usual.

She followed the voice and saw Qian Yiling leaning on the bed, her face pale and haggard, she really looked sick, "Lord, do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Actually, I didn't really want you to help me check my health. I wanted to ask you about this." She took out a few sheets of paper from the quilt. The paper was wrinkled because it was often flipped over, but the four corners of the paper were creased. Right now it was flattened out on the ground.

At a glance, anyone can tell that the other party preserved it well.

"I like it very much, I don't know if there is another part left behind by the little shaman?" Qian Yiling looked expectantly.

"I have some of the paintings but not a lot." Dongfang Minghui handed the few five pictures from the space ring to the other party's hand, "I will paint again when I have time."

She tried to create memories where there were no memories.

She painted a happy Seventh sister, who grew up beside her parents and was very happy.

Qian Yiling took it excitedly, and she couldn't help but read. When she turned to the last one, she suddenly praised, "You drew Yu'er so well!"

Little Minghui blinked her smart eyes. That was because Seventh sister was in her heart. She often painted, so she drew her more vividly. Even if she was a small person now, she still knew Qian Wanyu's body top to bottom.

It is normal that Qian Mama didn't want to put it down.

"Thank you for the gift, I like it very much."

"You're welcome."

Little Minghui hoped that Qian Yiling would take the initiative to warm Seventh Sister's heart. Seventh Sister's heart was actually very soft. As long as the other party used some time and was more sincere, Seventh Sister would likely surrender obediently. Seventh Sister had never truly been able to do anything with her family after all.

Qian Wanyu sat on the stone bench in the courtyard for a while, then saw the door of the room open, and Little Minghui came out without seeing a familiar figure, "Let's go."

"Seventh sister." Little Minghui took the other person's hand and tried a little bit of strength to keep herself from rushing over. "She seems to be really sick, do you want to go in and see her?"

Qian Wanyu frowned. The last time she saw the mark on the other person's face, she wanted to ask about it but… "What's wrong with her?"

"I'm not too sure, but I feel she is very weak." Dongfang Minghui also frowned.

"Okay, you wait for me outside."

"Ok."

Qian Yiling saw that the door was pushed open again, she thought it was Dongfang Minghui who had come back and was just about to speak, but saw her Yu'er frowning as she walked in. She stood not too far from the bed, "Why not let Sister Ninth take a look at your body?"

"Yu'er."

Qian Yiling wanted to sit up, but her hands were weak and she almost fell over.

Qian Wanyu quickly stepped forward and helped her up.

Qian Yiling took this opportunity to hold her hand tightly, and put her hand on her face, murmuring, "Yu'er, it will be fine in a while."

Qian Wanyu's whole body was tense, and it took a long time for her body relax, "I'll let Sister Ninth take a look."

"No need." Qian Yiling quickly released her hand, "Yu'er, I'm a little tired, you can go back."

Qian Wanyu glared at her for a moment, then turned to leave, slamming the door as they walked.

Dongfang Minghui also imagined that Qian Mama and Seventh sister could stay in the house for a while longer, but she didn't expect to see Seventh sister's face turning ashen, "Seventh sister?"

"Let's leave!"

It's rare to see Seventh Sister showing her such an angry expression and being so mad. It seems that Qian Mama was truly really important in Seventh Sister's heart. The key is that she was also annoyed at Seventh Sister being such a tsundere. However, compared to the previous lukewarm emotion, it seemed that anger is also good.

Dongfang Minghui was dragged forward obediently by her, and trotted to keep up. Seeing Seventh sister's stinky face, she didn't dare to speak.

"Little shaman, you are finally back!" Karu had waited from the afternoon to the evening, seeing that it was already dark, "Qian girl, you—"

Back at the place where they lived, Qian Wanyu held the whip and strode away without even throwing a look at Karu and Milo. The murderous look on her face swallowed Karu's words back.

"Leen, help me look after Seventh sister."

"Okay, little shaman."

Leen quickly chased after him, as if the wind was blowing under his feet. However, the more he chased, the faster the figure walked. Leen had been paying attention to the other party's footsteps, so he was sure that the other party was walking but she was still so fast! This difference in skill made him very excited.

Until he was sweating profusely after chasing, he bent down and rested for a while, and when he looked up again, the figure in front of him disappeared.

Lean angrily hit the tree with his fist.

whoosh

A sound of wind came from behind him, Leen dodged quickly, dodged this wave, and soon ushered in another long whip. The whip seemed to be alive, and he could dodge anywhere but it would accurately follow him around.

Seeing his panting appearance, Qian Wanyu retracted her long whip indifferently, and said, "You're not bad for being able to catch up with me."

When Leen saw it was her, he breathed a sigh of relief, and as soon as he relaxed, he collapsed to the ground.

"Meditate." Qian Wanyu kicked his legs, "Sit with your legs cross-legged, meditate, and close your eyes."

Leen got up from the ground, closed his eyes and crossed his legs according to Qian Wanyu's sitting posture, and fell into a strange place in a groggy state.

After venting the inexplicable emotions in her heart, Qian Wanyu also calmed down. She seemed to have unconsciously found out some tricks such as shrinking a mile into an inch while moving. She recalled everything in her mind several times, and finally understood the mechanics.

The so-called shrinking a mile into an inch was actually an illusion, a clever deception, the pace under the feet was simply so fast that it appeared that way. Just now, she was thinking about running and squandering her spiritual power at will until her spiritual power also reached a limit. Shrinking a mile into an inch was unconsciously mobilising the land under her feet with her own earth-type spiritual power not the entire earth itself.

After realizing this, Qian Wanyu regained her spiritual power and planned to come back several times to practice.

Leen naturally sacrificed his life to accompany her, one desperately ran in front, the other desperately chasing behind.

The sky was getting dark, but the two of them were not happy with each other. When they were tired, they would find a place to meditate at will, rest for a while, and then continue.

Qian Wanyu ran all night, and in the early morning, she unexpectedly found that her spiritual power had become very pure, it seemed that there was another opportunity to advance.

Leen kept staring at the surroundings with wide black eyes, keeping the bow and arrow in his hand, and his back bent, like a hunter ready to kill his prey at any time.

Qian Wanyu stood up, "It's already morning, let's go back."

"Ok."

On the way back, the two of them each used the new skills they had comprehended, and their speed was very fast.

Dongfang Minghui did an eye exercise for her eyes and went to the guard team early in the morning, "I'm here to heal the lord."

"Please come with me."

Leon withdrew after welcoming the other party to the small courtyard.

Dongfang Minghui was familiar with the door and the road, and it was very strange to see that no one was guarding the door.

"What is–"

A sudden scream shocked her, and as soon as she opened the door, she saw a figure rolling on the bed, and when she got closer, she saw the mark on Qian Mama's face, squirming like it was alive." Lord, what is this?!"

She had never seen such a strange thing. She just reached out and touched the other's wrist but it was as if she had touched a hot iron plate it felt very very hot! The other's skin seemed to have some sort suction and she couldn't let go, it was sucking her entirely!

"I'm going to be burnt to death!"

She faintly saw a red light flashing in Qian Mama's eyes. She knew that all the problems should be from this mark, she bit the bullet and transferred all the spiritual power into her hands, trying to appease the mark.

Unexpectedly, the moment her hand just touched it, it was like touching a hot iron. Even through the spiritual power was coating her hands, she still felt hot, and felt that her entire palm was being grilled on a stove.

"What–"

Qian Yiling instinctively slapped her with a palm, trying to keep her away but when the palm went down, a golden light flashed, a dazzling light flashed and a spiritual force bounced back, and Qian Yiling’s back slammed into the ground. She hit the solid wall behind the bed, the whole room shook, she coughed blood, and laid down on the bed.

Dongfang Minghui didn't even take the opportunity to react and was knocked out as well.

"Lord!"

“Ninth Sister!”

"Daughter…"

She seemed to hear Yu'er's voice, and also heard the other party calling her mother, Qian Yiling with a satisfied smile, dazedly rose and fell into unconsciousness.

Qian Wanyu was frightened, she just left for a while, first looked at Dongfang Minghui, and seeing that her breath was still stable, she should have just fainted. She looked at Qian Yiling, who was lying on the bed. There was blood on the corner of her mouth and on the bedding, which looked a little shocking.

"What happened?"

Zhilan was also stunned, "I don't know, the lord ordered us not to enter the backyard today, I didn't know the little shaman would come…" She just wanted to stop this girl when she heard about it…

She had no idea what had happened.

"Look at your Ninth Sister's situation first." Seeing that she was a little flustered with two people she cared about currently unconscious, Qing Mo simply assigned her a task.

Qian Wanyu took advantage of Little Minghui being unconscious to easily enter her body and probe with her spiritual energy. Everything was normal. She withdrew her mind and checked the trauma then quickly found the opponent's broken hand.

"Ouch, it hurts!"

Dongfang Minghui woke up after being in a coma for a while. When she saw Seventh sister appearing in front of her, she still felt like she was dreaming, and then the pain became more and more intense, which directly pulled her back to her senses, "Oh my God, Seventh sister! Get the blood clotting pills!"

Qian Wanyu paused while holding the pills, she knew how amazing Ninth Sister's physique was, however now… at least one stick of incense has passed but the scar on the other side's hand was still showing no signs of healing.

"Seventh sister, hurry up, it's hurting me to death!"

Qian Wanyu quickly crushed several pills and put them in her hands. After the wound was bandaged, she asked, "What exactly did you touch?"

Dongfang Minghui wanted to cry but had no tears, the pain in her hand made half of her body go numb, "How is Qian Mama?"

Oo what is that mark? Heh

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