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

Chapter 8 Confession
"Follow closely and follow in my footsteps."

Song Jingmo followed Mr. Song with one foot deep and the other shallow.

The wasteland is full of weeds, the leaves are thin and narrow, and the edges are so sharp that a little carelessness can cause a bloody gash on the body.

There is a mountain outside Songjiazhuang, but Mr. Song has no intention of going to that hill at all.

Mr. Song was leading the way, Song Jingmo didn't have the slightest bit of defense in his heart, he looked down at the road and walked for two hours honestly. He didn't find anything wrong at first, until she suddenly noticed that the weeds around her were almost as tall as a person.

You can't go too far in two hours, the land in Songjiazhuang is barren for dozens of miles, and ordinary weeds can't grow to this height.

As soon as Song Jingmo let go of his senses and explored the surroundings unskillfully, Mr. Song immediately noticed that the little tail behind him was making small movements.

The soul power is not too weak, but the mind is not stable enough.

You have to practice more, or you may suffer a lot when he is not around.

Mr. Song directly blocked Song Jingmo's soul power that was cautiously poking out, and reminded her again to keep up.

"Don't use soul power lightly in the wilderness. Human spiritual cultivation with good soul power is usually treated as a side dish by demon cultivators."

Imagine what it would be like to be the food of a demon cultivator with all kinds of strange looks. Song Jingmo frightened himself by being successful, and he was honest all the way.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the surrounding weeds turned into shrubs, and Song Jingmo was already standing halfway up the mountain.

"This is the legendary shrinking land into an inch?" Song Jingmo didn't remember such a mountain range near Songjiazhuang, and she didn't feel too tired after walking all the way. Mr. Song must have done something.

Mr. Song didn't admit it or deny it. He found a place where fallen leaves were piled up and sat on the floor, looking at Song Jingmo with a serious expression.

Usually, Mr. Song showed such an expression after Song Jingmo got into trouble.

Song Jingmo suddenly felt his skin tighten, and walked up to Mr. Song like a little quail, and the two opinions of voluntary admission and obedient admission were about to fight in his head.

If she really wanted to tell her where she was wrong, she wouldn't be able to tell, and it would not be sincere enough to take the initiative to admit her mistakes.

Even if she admits her mistakes obediently, she doesn't necessarily agree with Mr. Song's pointing out her mistakes. It's partly perfunctory, and that's not good enough.

This is not good and that is not good, Song Jingmo felt sad for his instinct to give up when he saw Mr. Song posing as an elder.

"What to do while standing, sit down."

Song Jingmo sat down hesitantly, not daring to look at Mr. Song at all.

She also didn't expect that the majestic elder in her mind would have the vest of a big monster.

The big monster itself is the overlord who can dominate one side, and his strength is stronger than the Lingdi in the spiritual cultivation of the human race, although she doesn't know why her own big monster hides in a small place like Songjiazhuang and suffers some messy anger .

"I've thought about some things for a long time, and decided to leave the choice in your hands." Mr. Song sighed, activated the enchantment he had set up in the early years, and told his eyes one by one the things that had been suppressed in his heart for many years. The sluggish Song Jingmo listened.

"I became a great demon by chance, and my bloodline is only normal among the demon tribe. I have no way of knowing the whereabouts of your relatives, and there is no way to break the seal of your bloodline." Mr. Song's words were full of self-blame.

"You have done enough." Song Jingmo couldn't say anything more.

She has always known that Mr. Song has a secret hidden in him, and she also guessed the identity of Mr. Song as the great monster through the screen stored in the Beast Orb the day before.

But she never expected that Mr. Song's biggest secret turned out to be about her life experience.

What is this turning point?
The secret is myself?
I am not human?

After rebirth, I got the counterattack script?

Song Jingmo's heart was full of turmoil, but his expression remained unchanged.

Her thoughts diverged too fast, and the speed of her expression couldn't keep up.

"The Beast Orb is in my hands now." Song Jingmo realized after traveling thousands of miles that the Beast Orb in his hand was the source of the dispute more than ten years ago.

This time it was replaced by Mr. Song in surprise.

He also had such a guess before, but he denied his guess because Song Jingmo was weak and sick when he was young.

The Ten Thousand Beast Orb is a holy product for healing. No matter whether the Ten Thousand Beast Orb recognizes its owner or not, it can subtly improve the owner's talent and physique. Healing the wound is only a superficial effect.

Song Jingmo took out the Beast Bead, and solemnly put the Beast Bead into Mr. Song's hands.

The Wan Beast Orb has recognized its owner, and unless she dies, no one can take it away.

Similarly, only those with her permission can use the Beast Orb.

"I remember everything my grandfather said. The Beast Orb can heal my grandfather's hidden wounds. The Ten Thousand Years Thunder Tribulation is imminent. My grandfather has been neglecting cultivation for so long. Let's use the Beast Orb to assist in his cultivation."

Mr. Song held the Ten Thousand Beast Orb in his hand, and subconsciously put on a straight face to teach the big-hearted Song Jingmo a lesson.

"Why didn't you remember what I said about not revealing your wealth? How dare you take things like Wanshouzhu out casually? What will you do if I want to kill people and seize treasures?"

Song Jingmo is not afraid of this fake old man pretending to be angry at the moment, she said with a smile on her face, "I know, I know."

He pretended to be fierce and unconvinced.

"Grandfather himself said that you can't take it out casually, so why don't you hurry up and put it away! If the breath of the Ten Thousand Beast Beads is leaked and other big monsters find out, we won't be able to run away!"

Mr. Song hurriedly put the Wanshouzhu into the Lingfu. After putting it away, he realized that he had been brought into the ditch by Song Jingmo, and immediately wanted to find a place for himself.

"This entire mountain is my territory. If there are big monsters from outside, I will beat one of them, and I will beat the other two."

Seeing Mr. Song's harsh words, Song Jingmo just felt strange, he didn't mean to be intimidated at all, his eyes were full of smiles.

After the Wannian big demon and the unknown big demon cub had a fight, they quieted down in a very tacit understanding.

"I'll figure out how to deal with the matter of blood. You've done enough, it's time to make plans for yourself." Song Jingmo stared seriously at Mr. Song's eyes, and spoke softly.

"You are still a cub, this kind of thing should be done by the big monster in the family." Old Master Song avoided his eyes and snorted.

"I am now able to cultivate spiritually. No matter whether I can unseal the bloodline or not, I have the ability to survive alone."

"What's more, didn't you find a medicinal herb that absorbed the power of the stars for me? I can walk the path of both spiritual and martial arts, which is considered a hidden hand."

"As I said before, you can't protect me forever. I also hope that I can grow up, and one day I will protect you." Song Jingmo said with a choked voice.

Saying "you" is to show respect to Mr. Song, and saying "you" is out of habit.

On weekdays, she called "Old Song" when she was unhappy or happy, and called "Grandfather" when she made a mistake, got into trouble, or asked for help.

In fact, this little old man who is not tall plays more roles.

He is also a brother and a father, a teacher and a friend.

If she can't even trust this person, then no one is worthy of her trust.

　An open-minded elder often plays many roles when growing up with him

　　
　
(End of this chapter)