God Emperor's vinegar jar is turned over again

Chapter 6495 My little cutie and the big devil (2)

Not daring to faint, the boy shrank on the ground and shivered.

Liang Xingqing burst into tears, yelling that I don't know you, I didn't kill you, don't come to me, I'm miserable enough, please let me go.

Yue Qingcheng coughed several times but he didn't hear it.

"enough!"

Boy: "Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Seeing that he was no longer sobbing, Yue Qingcheng coaxed patiently: "You and I are destined..."

Boy: "Woooooooooo..."

Father, mother, help!

I don't want to be predestined with ghosts!

Yue Qingcheng folded her arms and stayed in the sky with a cold expression on her face.

Just waiting for him to scream hoarsely, a few unexpected guests came by.

"Oh ho, so you're hiding here."

Several gray-clothed teenagers appeared on the stage.

Judging from his clothes and temperament, he is simply a servant.

But they were very condescending towards the young man in brocade clothes.

At first glance, the atmosphere seemed to harbor ill intentions towards the young man in brocade clothes.

Yue Qingcheng's eyeballs rolled.

Turn around.

Because she floated higher than the tree, these people didn't notice her before.

It was only when I got closer that I suddenly saw it.

"Ah, this is..."

"Ghost!!!"

Yue Qingcheng: "..."

It seems that her honor is terrifying enough.

Yue Qingcheng said to the brocade-clothed boy in a cold voice on purpose: "If you dare to murder my apprentice, go to hell."

Then she waved.

These few people disappeared into the boundless world.

But Yue Qingcheng didn't expect that even though she helped the young man in brocade clothes solve his predicament, the young man was still terrified of her, and he wasn't excited about meeting his savior at all.

Alas, this is not suitable to be her "disciple".

Born without the protagonist's life, he dare not pick up the gold finger when he sees it.

After all, he finally agreed to take back the artifact that broke the knife, in return for saving his life.

"My strength is limited, and I am going to sleep for the time being. If you are in danger, call me, and I will save you."

Yue Qingcheng fled into Broken Knife in a very "Goldfinger Grandpa" tone.

She could see in the knife that the young man led her carefully out of the forest and up a high mountain with a magnificent Taoist temple.

Yue Qingcheng was a little confused.

Taoism has always been a place of pure cultivation, and there are many practitioners.

If the young man is one of these people, he should also be devoted to the Tao. Can he not recognize whether she is a ghost or a soul?

After staying for a few days, Yue Qingcheng knew the identity of the boy.

It turned out that he was sent to the Taoist temple not long ago by his family, and he didn't know much about ghosts and gods. In short, he hadn't entered the practice yet.

Fortunately, the young man kept his promise, remembered her previous advice, picked some very beautiful herbs as much as possible, boiled them into juice, and soaked the broken knife in it.

Although he couldn't see grass, he brought many weeds without aura, but even if one of them had aura, it was better than nothing in Duan Dao's current situation.

Yue Qingcheng was finally able to hang his life.

But the scythe of death is still hanging above her head, so she can't stay awake wantonly, but try to stay in a dormant state as much as possible.

I don't want to, in the process of slumber, suddenly there is a force full of pure energy nourishing Duan Dao, and before Yue Qingcheng is done, Duan Dao buzzes excitedly.

Could it be that in just a few days, that young man who didn't know how to get started in the Taoist temple became well-off?

Get such a powerful elixir?

Yue Qingcheng looked out and saw a beautiful young man wielding a broken knife.

Those powers come from him.

The young man is dressed in white, as if bathed in the holy light of heaven and earth. He looks as white as snow lotus in the nine heavens, and like the warm sun in winter, people can't help but get close to him.

(End of this chapter)