Since Zhang Sanhua woke up, Qi Huangwu kept asking her if she felt something different, and Zhang Sanhua's answers were the same, no.

"How could it be that as long as you survive, you will definitely get the bonus effect of the worm? Mo Shang, come and listen to what you need to keep secrets from me."

Faced with the unreasonable Qi Huangwu, Zhang Sanhua was a little helpless: "But there really is no different feeling."

"How could it be?" Qi Huangwu pouted slightly and muttered in a low voice, "Is it the kind that can only be reflected by time? For example, it won't get old or something..."

Ignoring Qi Huangwu, Zhang Sanhua walked to the yard and started to move her body. After waking up in the bucket that day, she felt weak all over and was finally carried out by Qi Huangwu. In the following days, Zhang Sanhua's hands and feet were sore and unable to exert force. After Qi Fengming learned about her situation, he taught her a set of boxing techniques, so that she could beat her each morning and evening, the slower the better.

He raised his hand and lifted his feet. Although this set of boxing was slow, he felt sweaty after the punching. After the boxing technique, Zhang Sanhua had another bucket of medicine to soak.

Soaked in the warm medicine juice, Zhang Sanhua looked down at her right hand, unable to help but feel a little confused.

That night, after she stabbed Qi Huangwu with a knife, Qi Huangwu retreated without a trace of blood on her chest.

"How did you see it?" Qi Huangwu looked at Zhang Sanhua with a expressionless face.

Zhang Sanhua looked at her hands again, and there was still an unsheathed dagger tied to her arm.

"When I took a bath, I took off all my clothes. Sister Qi asked me to take off all my clothes." Zhang Sanhua touched the dagger's sheath, "But at other times, even in my dreams, this dagger never left my arm."

Looking at Qi Huangwu again, she had changed to the woman in red before.

Touching his chest, the woman smiled sarcastically at Zhang Sanhua, "You were reluctant to attack Chen Huating before, why are you so cruel now?"

Zhang Sanhua looked at the woman with a mentally retarded expression: "Because you want to kill me."

She felt a sense of urgency in the vest, but she could no longer avoid it at that time. If she didn't stab her, she would have a hole in her chest.

"Oh, it's a mistake." The woman waved her hand, and the dagger in Zhang Sanhua's hand disappeared without a trace, "Forget it, I'll let you out."

Zhang Sanhua was in a daze, and there was a scene in front of her that was exactly the same as before. Seeing that she woke up, Qi Huangwu happily greeted her.

Zhang Sanhua looked at her arm, and there was nothing on it.

"Sanhua, do you still have the strength? Otherwise, I will hug you?"

Zhang Sanhua looked at Qi Huangwu quietly and spread her arms. Qi Huangwu smiled docilely, leaned down to hug Zhang Sanhua, and then saw a blade tip on her chest again.

"I just stab it out. As long as the dagger is in my hand, this is an illusion." Zhang Sanhua looked at the eyes of the person in front of her and said word by word: "You can't kill me. Unfortunately, I found that I can kill you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dagger that came out from somewhere kept saying it was inserted into the woman's body, but no trace of blood flowed out.

"This is really boring, so I'm about to wake up." Zhang Sanhua said seriously. She looked up at the sky. There were tiny star chips falling from the sky, like floating fireflies, very beautiful.

When Zhang Sanhua closed her eyes and opened them again, she saw Qi Huangwu's big face coming over.

Mo Shang, how about it? Do you feel anything? For example, your vision suddenly improves and your body is full of strength?”

Zhang Sanhua was silent for a while and shook her head: "I am exhausted now, and I'm afraid I'm going to bother my sister to hold me up."

"Oh, that's it, okay." Qi Huangwu went to take a big bath towel and put it aside, then reached out to catch Zhang Sanhua. Zhang Sanhua obediently opened her hand and hugged Qi Huangwu.

Wiped Zhang Sanhua clean and changed into clean clothes. Qi Huangwu helped Zhang Sanhua to hold her head down and talked: "Mo Shang, you must tell me what changes you feel."

Zhang Sanhua nodded.

"Okay, my head is dry, you go to bed quickly, I'll call A Ming back."

After tucking the quilt for Zhang Sanhua, Qi Huangwu turned around and left. Zhang Sanhua looked sideways and saw a piece of rouge stain on her heart behind Qi Huangwu until Qi Huangwu's figure disappeared from sight.

While Qi Huangwu was hugging her, Zhang Sanhua stabbed her again, but her hands were empty, leaving only a misty red mark.

So she really woke up.

According to Qi Huangwu's theory, if Zhang Sanhua could not resist that night, she would be trapped in the world of consciousness forever and would never wake up. If she woke up, it means that she had subdued the Gu worm, and would receive the blessing of the Gu worm, and expand a special ability.

But after so many days, except for her body weakening again, she was really beautiful and felt that she had some special abilities.

After practicing this for a month, Zhang Sanhua's strength gradually returned, but she still did not have any special abilities. Qi Huangwu was a little depressed about this, and was not sure whether her actions had succeeded. It was really great that Zhang Sanhua subdued the Gu insect.

Qi Fengming was not worried about this at all. His entanglement was that Zhang Sanhua was really not talented at all in the sword path.

"Mo Shang, do you have any weapons that you particularly like?"

Zhang Sanhua touched her arm. The dagger was used by her, but she couldn't say she liked it or not.

Qi Fengming saw her movements and pursed his lips. He had also seen Zhang Sanhua use a dagger, and he relied on his own quick reactions and his body was flexible, but he had no rules. In a sense, the dagger was light and small, which was suitable for Zhang Sanhua, but one inch short and one inch dangerous. If Zhang Sanhua was really an imperial daughter, it would be obviously inappropriate to know only daggers.

More importantly, he doesn't know how to dagger.

After thinking about it, Qi Fengming went to the warehousing room to collect it, and found out the weapons left by his father. In addition to swords, there were only whips and swords.

"Oh, isn't this the whip my father gave me before? Why did you find it out? " Qi Huangwu ran over to join in the fun, picked up the whip and shook it twice, making two crisp sounds. Qi Huangwu nodded with satisfaction, "It's okay, I haven't forgotten all of it yet."

Qi Fengming had a headache. His elder sister was just a half-baked person. She didn't know what she could teach Zhang Sanhua. But there was nothing she could do. He was also very unfamiliar with the sword technique, not as familiar as his elder sister's whip technique.

"Mo Shang, why don't you try to learn whip with your sister?"

"Hey? I'll teach me?" Qi Huangwu was excited all of a sudden, "Okay, okay, you and I learn from Mo Shang, you don't know how powerful you play with your braids."

Zhang Sanhua touched her arm. The dagger was used by her, but she couldn't say she liked it or not.

Qi Fengming saw her movements and pursed his lips. He had also seen Zhang Sanhua use a dagger, and he relied on his own quick reactions and his body was flexible, but he had no rules. In a sense, the dagger was light and small, which was suitable for Zhang Sanhua, but one inch short and one inch dangerous. If Zhang Sanhua was really an imperial daughter, it would be obviously inappropriate to know only daggers.

More importantly, he doesn't know how to dagger.

After thinking about it, Qi Fengming went to the warehousing room to collect it, and found out the weapons left by his father. In addition to swords, there were only whips and swords.

"Oh, isn't this the whip my father gave me before? Why did you find it out? " Qi Huangwu ran over to join in the fun, picked up the whip and shook it twice, making two crisp sounds. Qi Huangwu nodded with satisfaction, "It's okay, I haven't forgotten all of it yet."

Qi Fengming had a headache. His elder sister was just a half-baked person. She didn't know what she could teach Zhang Sanhua. But there was nothing she could do. He was also very unfamiliar with the sword technique, not as familiar as his elder sister's whip technique.

"Mo Shang, why don't you try to learn whip with your sister?"
Chapter completed!