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Along the way, Death was holding Joe's hand tightly. His face was indifferent, and he didn't say anything.

Qiao Yifan followed behind, his gaze inadvertently falling upon the Death's Formula's hands. The heat emitted from the friction between their palms made Qiao Qiao's face redden slightly.

"Why did you come here alone?" Entering the inner courtyard, Nie Tian slowly stopped walking and turned his head to look at Joe as he said this.

"I …" The sudden death of the technique left Qiao Qiao slightly flustered. Her gaze inadvertently glanced at the hand that the technique was holding on to. She saw that he did not seem to have any intention of letting go.

"What's wrong with you? Her face was so red? Is it fever? " Yu Fu looked at Qiao Qiao's small face that was still slightly flushed. With his other hand, he gently stroked Qiao Qiao's forehead. With a serious expression, he used his palm to test the temperature.

In the instant that she touched Joe, her body froze, and in her mind's eye she saw Yan Mo Chen's cold face. She lowered her head slightly and withdrew her hand from the Death's Secret.

Joe was still forcefully pulling back his hand, which made Ku Fu feel awkward. His hand was empty, and he suddenly felt his heart was empty.

"You …" The Cleric stared blankly for a moment. He felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

"I'm fine. I just came to check on your injuries." Joe bit his lip and said.

"I'm fine." He smiled.

It was unknown when, but the 'me' that Qiao Qiao spoke of had already become me, and the 'my true self' mentioned in the 'Flame Mantra' had also become me.

Perhaps, the two of them were already friends.

"That's good." Joe nodded and smiled.

"This is for you." Fang Xing took out a jade pendant from his pocket and handed it to Joe.

"What is this?" Joe asked, still looking up.

"In the future, if you want to find me, blow this out. I will naturally appear in front of you, so don't risk your life by leaving the palace. It's too dangerous outside, so it's not suitable for you." The man's face was full of worry.

"Alright." Qiao Qiao continued to smile as he accepted Yu Xiao's hand and tucked it into his sleeve. "Thank you."

"Thank me for what?" "Why are you so weird today?" "Could it really be a fever?"

"No …" "No, I just wanted to thank you in person. I already knew that poison was from you, and you saved my life." However, for some reason, after hearing what the man from the Demon Palace had said, she couldn't wait to see Fang Xing and say her thanks in front of him. However, for this reason, even if she could deceive herself, she could not fool anyone else.

"You know, I thought they wouldn't tell you." His lips slowly curled up, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"You saw me after that, too. Why didn't you tell me yourself?" Joe continued to ask.

"I'm afraid you're too touched. What if you were to devote your life to me?" The Head of the Guards said jokingly.

"Stop it." Qiao Qiao still rolled his eyes. Could it be that he didn't care about what she promised with her body?

"Haha, but to be honest, you, the dignified Emperor of Qiao, actually know martial arts?" When he saw that she was at the entrance of the palace, pressing him, the top assassin, into the ground and unable to move, he was quite surprised.

"How would I know any martial arts? It's just that I'm a bit more nimble."

"Give me your hand." said Death, holding out his hand.

"Gan …" "What," Qiao Qiao still frowned and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"What else can I do? I'll take your pulse." Yu Fu shrugged helplessly, not knowing what Qiao Qiao was still doing as though he could eat her.

"Oh." "Yes," Joe said, stepping forward and offering his hand.

The technique covered Qiao Qiao's pulse and probed forcefully.

"As expected." Nie Tian curled his lips in a mysterious smile.

"Sure enough, what?" Qiao Qiao asked with his eyes wide open in curiosity. Could it be that his bones were surprised, that he was a martial arts genius, or that he was a profound inner force cultivator that could cultivate the Divine Arts by opening the Ren and Du meridians?

"As expected, there is not a single trace of inner strength." Seeing the carefree look on her face, Nie Tian couldn't help but sigh.

"You, grandpa!" Qiao Qiao was still clenching his fists and glaring at the technique. Indeed, those deceptive words about martial arts geniuses and those with godly skills would only appear in novels and TV dramas!

He couldn't help but laugh. The atmosphere between the two of them had slowly returned to normal.

"Can the emperor of a country pay attention to his own identity when he speaks?" This was not the first time he had seen Joe swear, but somehow, even though she was vulgar and indecent, he found her adorable.

"You are a dignified Palace Master of the Supreme Purity Palace, can you not always breathe heavily when you speak!" Joe continued to cast a sidelong glance, his face filled with indignation.

"I'm just telling the truth." He really didn't do anything wrong.

"Please tell me the truth later." Qiao Qiao still had his hands crossed in front of his chest, and lightly glanced at him, "Look at how you can still bicker with me. It seems that your injuries aren't too serious, I'm leaving." After saying that, Qiao Qiao continued to walk towards the door.

"Aiyo …" Death God suddenly clutched his chest and let out a miserable shriek.

"What's the matter with you?" Joe, still looking nervous, turned his head immediately and hurried forward to hold the book.

"My chest hurts." He frowned and leaned toward Joe.

"Are you alright? I heard that you received three palm strikes from the Demon Lord. Did you get hit in the chest?" Qiao Qiao, who was still holding on to Yuan Fu, asked with a worried expression.

"How do you know about me and the Demon Lord?" He had originally thought that it was only Xiyue who had told him about the antidote. He hadn't expected that Qiao still knew about his trip to the demon's palace.

"Don't ask so much, I'll help you rest." Qiao Qiao's petite body carried the tall and sturdy body of the art, and she helped it into the bed within the room.

"Are you okay? Are you feeling better?" Qiao Qiao was still tired to the point of perspiration, his face full of nervousness as he looked at the technique.

"I'm fine." "How on earth did you know about my entry into the Devil's Palace?"

"Today, a member of the Devil Palace trespassed into the palace." "He told me."

"Those from the Demon Palace, what are you doing in the palace?" Could it be that the Demon Lord had already set his mind on Qiao Qiao?

"I don't know either. He just said a few words and then left."

It seemed like the palace was no longer a peaceful place to live.

"From today on, I will put Zi Ran by your side to protect you." Nie Yan's eyes were filled with worry.

"No need, I have guards by my side." Joe still refused.

"If your guards are useful, then how did the people from the Demon Palace barge in?" Nie Yan said with a frown.

"That's because..." Joe still had no words to say.

"Then listen to me." Nie Tian's face was filled with a domineering look.

"You can't be thinking of sending people into the palace to spy on me, right?" Qiao once again raised his eyebrows and asked.

"If I wanted to monitor you, I wouldn't send people to the palace in such a grand manner."

"That's true." Joe continued to grin at him and said.