After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 226 Old Dreams
Song Song feels like a ray of wind, or a leaf growing on a branch, or a flower falling with the wind.

The whole person is erratic, unable to see his current appearance, and his perception of the outside world is not very clear.

Her consciousness followed a great demon named Fu Zhuo.

Fuzhuo is also a demon from grass and trees, with magnificent spiritual power, but she is just a little girl with a child's heart.

When Song Song heard the word "Wist Spirit Valley", Song Song was taken aback, as if she should be familiar with this place.

Following Fuzhuo, I visited the entire Fuzhuo Mountain, and went boating on the stream in Wuling Valley. The peach blossom forest growing on the bank of the stream was full of Lin Fangfei, interspersed into deep and shallow pink and white haze.

When the breeze passes by in the mountains and forests, it will bring down a rain of peach blossoms.

The peach blossoms fell one after another, falling into the boat, falling into the stream, and being pushed to the bank by the flowing stream.

If you stand on the pier and look at it, the occasional ripples in the calm bay are all pink.

Song Song felt happy when she saw the girl in the green skirt running wildly all over the mountains and plains, having a good time all day long.

Her consciousness seems to be attached to Fuzhuo, and she can only move around Fuzhuo.

She still remembered the catastrophe of the inner demon that Haifeng said, but Song Song couldn't see any shadow of the inner demon.

Fu Zhuo's eyes are clearer than the pea green pool water, and Fu Zhuo's smile is brighter than the burning peach blossoms on the branches.

Fuzhuo lives so happily, and Fuzhuo's master, senior sister, and senior brother are all so kind——Song Song clearly never got along with them, but instinctively thinks that they are the best.

Xie Ke's master, brother and sister on Zhaixing Peak are also very kind to Xie Ke, but they are only Xie Ke's master, brother and sister, and have nothing to do with her.

Maybe it's because she often faces those direct and delicate concerns directly from Fu Zhuo's perspective, soaked in such care, and feels that she is cared for.

Song Song couldn't believe that this was a heart demon robbery.If it was her heart demon tribulation, why was there no place she saw that she was familiar with.

During those days of cultivating in the Star Sect, Song Song also borrowed the collection of books of the Star Sect. As the great enemy of the ascetics, the inner demons are usually caused by obsession, or directly catalyzed by the most feared things in the heart.

Song Song didn't think of what she was most afraid of, nor did she think of her own obsessions. She knew very well that she had never had any obsessions in her heart, nor was she afraid of anything.

Ordinary people are most afraid of dying of poverty, disease, and suffering. Song Song is still young. Although he has an idea of ​​these things and has seen such painful deaths, Song Song doesn't think he will end up like that.

She has sound hands and feet, and a healthy body, and she can always find a way to support herself.

Song Song thought very clearly when he was in the Salesian Bureau. When he was older, he could find a job like other orphans in the Salesian Bureau, and he could support himself, and he would think about the rest in the future.

Song Song has never experienced much warmth, and the aunts in the village always hide deep sadness in their eyes when they see her.

Song Song didn't know what it was at first, but as she grew up, she gradually learned from conversations with villagers that many baby girls had drowned in the village.

There were also some who were raised until they were five or six years old and looked pretty good, so they were sold directly to Ren Yazi.

The aunts in the village are used to not being able to make decisions about the big and small things at home. All they can do is obey.

Keeping Song Song and taking care of Song Song is the only thing they have mustered up the courage to do over the years.

When Song Song was five years old, Ren Yazi, who came to the village, fell in love with Song Song at first sight.

The men in the village waved their hands and asked Ren Yazi to take Song Song away, just give him some money.

A girl doll raised by the Salesian Bureau in their village can be sold for a little money. After eating so much food in their village, why can't they sell it?
Song Song didn't know this at that time. She was helping an aunt weed, and suddenly a pair of hands came to catch her. It happened that the scholar came back just in time, and the scholar protected Song Song, so Song Song escaped.

A scholar is not a good person either. He uses reading as a means to live a prosperous and prosperous life. Although his mind is on studying, he also devotes part of his mind to devotion.

The scholar doesn't regard Song Song as an outsider, and he will say a few words to Song Song if he has some things that are difficult to say to outsiders.

Song Song didn't know how to speak out, and only learned about the world outside the village from the scholar's words.

She is indeed extremely intelligent, and subconsciously hides part of her edge.

The aunts in the village only knew that Song Song was a sweet, sensible and well-behaved girl, but they didn't know that Song Song wanted to leave the village a long time ago.

Song Song didn't like the village. She didn't like watching those aunts who were busy with the stove all day, cleaned the yard, fed the chickens and ducks, and tended the vegetable garden and crops.

The clothes of the whole family are also washed by the aunt, as if everyone other than the aunt only knows how to wear clothes and eat food.

Song Song saw the young sons of a family knock over the hot soup bowl on purpose, and also saw them snatch some hard-won gadgets from their sisters. The appearance of love, the malice in my heart grows, and I can't wait to destroy it.

A piece of calico handkerchief that my sister likes, I have to snatch it to wipe my nose or cut it up with scissors.

A straw grasshopper that my sister likes has to be taken apart or thrown into the pond.

They don't want to see those girls who are like flowers smile, just like they don't want women who have given birth to have a respite.

The whole village was filled with an atmosphere that made Song Song feel uncomfortable, so Song Song didn't hesitate much when he left.

Those aunts placed a lot of expectations on Song Song, so when they sent Song Song away, they were full of wishes.

They hope that Song Song will get out of the village and not be trapped for a lifetime like them.

Song Song lost his mind, and when he recovered, he found that Fu Zhuo was sitting beside him in a daze.

She floated in front of Fu Zhuo, Fu Zhuo raised his eyes, and Song Song had the illusion that he and Fu Zhuo were looking at each other.

Fuzhuo doesn't really want to leave.

She has stayed on the mountain for two or three hundred years. Although she often goes down the mountain to search for delicious food and exquisite crafts in the mortal city on weekdays, she does not know when she will come back after leaving this time.

Fufeng said that her chance came, not in Wuling Valley.

So Fuzhuo had to go outside to find his own opportunity.

Before looking for an opportunity, we must defend the precarious Nanxun country, and prevent Nanxun's national destiny from being cut off.

"Will Master not go with me?"

"Awu is not a child, and he can't take Master with him everywhere." Fufeng attached the newly refined formation to Fuzhuo's green skirt.

"You, you are always dressed in green, you might be known as a green woman outside."

Fu Zhuo thought about it, what Master said made a lot of sense.

How can there be a hero who has traveled the world with his family.

So Fu Zhuo boarded the big boat that had been moored for two days at the Wuling Valley Ferry.

Follow the water all the way to the south, and you will reach the border of Nanxun.

Nanxun is a small country, and there is a hostile country called Beimo.

Neither country has any products that cultivators can look at, except for dragon energy.

The little girl that Fuzhuo saw before was the princess of Nanxun.

During the few days on the boat, Fu Zhuozai took a close look at the people and found that something was wrong.

This seems to be one of the senior sisters she picked up before.

But the senior sister doesn't remember her or Wuling Valley, and she doesn't have any cultivation base.

Fu Zhuo wanted to send a letter to Master, but she folded the spirit paper cranes and put them in a storage bag.

The master can pinch and count, so he may not know that there is still an apprentice on board.

Since I didn't mention it, there must be a reason for it.

After going through the possible reasons in his mind, Fuzhuo finally chose to blindly guess that this senior sister is crossing the catastrophe.

The body continues to cultivate spiritual power in the place where it is cultivated, and the soul enters the world. This is a common practice method for practitioners.

Cultivators need a lot of spiritual power and enough insight to break through the realm, just sitting in the cave and thinking hard is often easy to go crazy.

Fuzhuo looked left and right, but didn't see which senior sister it was. He turned his mind and opened another storage bag for storing rations. He took out the favorite dishes of the senior sisters and put them on the table according to his memory. He warmly invited Princess Nanxun to enjoy them together. .

Princess Nanxun looked at a table full of dishes, and then looked at Fu Zhuo, she felt that this little fairy looked like a fool.

There are not so many fresh ingredients on board, most of them are dry food. Nanxun’s harvest is not good this year, and the tax is exempted. Without the tax, it has to provide food and grass for the border army.

The two of them will definitely not be able to eat such a table of dishes, and the rest of the dishes will be wasted.

The princess felt sorry for the dishes on the table, and ate a bellyful with tears in her eyes.

Fuzhuo paid attention to the few dishes that the princess had a lot of chopsticks, but failed to get the slightest clue from the princess's dietary preferences, and couldn't think of other ways to judge for a while, so he had to continue to use delicious food to test.

Three meals a day became a happy and painful time for the princess.

Happiness is because she can eat all kinds of delicacies, and pain is because she feels her cheeks are round in just a few days.

Women in Nanxun regard thinness as their beauty. Although the princess does not pursue the weak Liu Fufeng's figure, she never thought of turning herself into a fat beauty who takes one step at a time and pants three times.

She has a cousin of the princess who owns a restaurant and is married to the best chef in the palace. She eats delicious food all day long and has grown from the number one beauty in Nanxun Imperial City to the number one fat beauty.

Fat beauties are naturally beautiful, but the princess doesn't want to follow in the footsteps of the princess's cousin.

I am used to eating delicious food and have a big appetite. Even if I want to control my appetite and lose weight later on, it will be difficult to do so. Right now, many garment factories in the imperial city are afraid of receiving orders from the princess' mansion.

To look thin, look good, and wear comfortably, such clothes are really difficult to make.

On the tenth day on the boat, Fuzhuo found that the princess didn't move her chopsticks very much.

"Are you tired of these dishes? What does the princess want to change?" There are a lot of delicacies in her storage bag, and the ones she took out earlier were just a few that she often eats.

"No..." The princess didn't know how to speak, she met Shang Fuzhuo's concerned eyes, and told the truth.

"I've gained a lot from eating in the past few days, and I'm afraid it won't be good if I continue to eat." The princess still wanted to fight the enemy.

"Ah? Are you fat?" Fuzhuo and the princess studied for a long time on whether the princess is fat or not, and finally confirmed that the princess's cheeks are indeed a little rounder.

Fu Zhuo took out a storage bag like a medicine sac, reached out to dig it out, and took out a small porcelain bottle.

"Here, this is for the princess." The princess took the bottle and opened it, and a faint floral fragrance wafted out of it.

"what is this?"

"The peach blossom pills that my senior sister makes in her spare time can beautify the skin and detoxify. If you are afraid of getting fat, you must eat it." Fuzhuo is not afraid of getting fat. If she really wants to eat it, it will not be enough for her.

No matter how much food can provide nutrients, food with no spiritual energy will become a little bit of nutrition, and it will not cause any burden to Fuzhuo at all.

Peach Blossom Pills were left to Fuzhuo by Huayao before leaving the valley. In fact, Huayao had prepared a lot of pills with different effects for Fuzhuo. She didn’t care whether Fuzhuo needed it or not. She just wanted to be prepared. As a result, the last prepared elixirs almost filled a storage bag.

Every senior brother and sister gave Fu Zhuo a storage bag before leaving the valley, and there are more than a dozen storage bags in Fu Zhuo Lingfu, which can be said to be quite rich.

With Taohua Wan, the princess no longer had any worries. She picked up her favorite braised meat sauce and roasted the elbow and ate a lot. Finally, she leaned on the back of the chair and rubbed her belly contentedly, forgetting about the demeanor the princess wanted to maintain.

"Immortal, princess, you will arrive in Jiangcheng in one day."

"understood."

During the night the ship sailed into a vast expanse of water.

Fuzhuo was originally sitting by the window basking in the moon.

The breeze on the river is coming slowly, and the moonlight is melting.

Watching the moon while cultivating is very uncomfortable.

However, the moving boat suddenly bumped, and Fu Zhuo almost fell headlong into the river.

The spiritual power is released to stabilize the body, and the spiritual consciousness is released to find the culprit.

In the river, there was a jiao with a not-so-pure breath, ready to move under the boat.

Before Fu Zhuo made a move to settle accounts with the Jiao, the Jiao broke through the water and bit Fu Zhuo.

The Jiao didn't know how many people it had eaten, and the breath from its wide open mouth was extremely unpleasant, directly reaching Fuzhuo's eyes.

This blow aroused Fu Zhuo who hadn't exercised his muscles and bones in recent days. Holding the long sword and not drawing it out of the sheath, he aimed at the black flood dragon's head with a heavy hammer. The black flood dragon flicked its tail in pain. The spiritual power turned into a long whip and whipped it up fiercely.

Her spiritual power is not ordinary spiritual power.

It has a miraculous effect on dealing with evil spirits.

The black dragon fell into the water and twitched wildly, Fu Zhuo didn't want to enter the water, so he only used his spiritual power to protect the big boat, and at the right time, he tied the black dragon with a whip of spiritual power, and with a little force, the black dragon was lifted out of the water.

"Want to eat me?"

"Let's dream again for eight lifetimes!"

The palm of the hand froze, silently erasing the life of the black flood dragon.

The pale princess on the big boat watched Fu Zhuo easily defeat the Hei Jiao with bright eyes.

Song Song was also jumping for joy, very happy.

It turned out that Fu Zhuo was so powerful.

Maybe one day, she can cultivate into such a powerful appearance, turning her hands into clouds and hands into rain.

At this time, the surrounding scene suddenly changed, and a big fire ignited around.

Song Song stood in the fire and found that he had a body.

Crying came from all directions, Song Song touched the purse containing the elixir at his waist, but first saw the string of bracelets on his wrist.

It was Fu Zhuo's bracelet.

But she is not Fuzhuo.

So... What she saw earlier was Fu Zhuo's obsession...

(End of this chapter)