Help!Crazy criticizing the tyrant, he spoils me every day

Chapter 170
"There is a way to save her. Can you take me to the top of Wushan Mountain to pick a ginseng fruit, that can keep grandma alive and live for many years."

"Ginseng fruit?" Xiao Wei was a little confused, "Where did you hear that it can really save your grandma?"

"Well, I'm sure. Wushan Peak can't be climbed, but...it can take me up." Alai pointed to Curly Hair.

Xiao Wei turned her head to look at the curly hair that was approaching.

"Curly hair, you have been with Ye Di for many years, have you ever heard of ginseng fruit?" Xiaowei confirmed to Curly hair.

Curly nodded.

"Ginseng fruit can cure all kinds of diseases and prolong life. As long as grandma eats it, even a single bite will save her. Your Highness, I only have grandma as my relative. She is about to fail, please help me!" Ah Le begged.

Her Royal Highness is the kindest and most caring alien he has ever seen. If she refuses to help him, no one will help him.

Alai cried into tears. He lost his parents and grandma since he was a child, and he lived a hard life. Xiaowei was deeply moved by his unwillingness to let go.

Regardless of whether the ginseng fruit is really that miraculous, Xiaowei felt that Alai's expectations should not be broken.

She wants to do something for him.

"Okay, I'll take you there." Xiaowei agreed.

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The curly hair behind her was taken aback when she heard her decision.

"Curly hair, take us to the top of Wushan Mountain." Xiaowei patted Curly hair and signaled it to squat down.

Curly looked at Xiaowei, then at the tearful little devil's head, sighed helplessly, and obediently lowered his body.

On the way to Wushan, Alai told Xiaowei everything about ginseng fruit that he had heard from those magic soldiers.

Xiao Wei didn't expect that the fruit would be guarded by an ancient beast. Based on the experience of those demons who had successfully picked it before, she rubbed her chin, trying to find a way to deal with the beast.

To the east of Wushan Mountain, the [-]-meter cliff towers high into the clouds, and the night is so dark that you can't see the end when you look up.

Curly carried Xiaowei and Alai up the cliff, and the wind blew up on them, and the temperature gradually dropped, and they felt the chill in their thin clothes.

It's not the first time Curly has come to the top of Wushan Mountain. It carefully walked around the right side before continuing to go up.

Above the clouds, a bright half-moon hangs in the sky. The silvery moonlight drives away the darkness. The world in front of them is a bit brighter. There are continuous pine forests on the peak, and the pine crowns are covered with white snow, shining brightly under the moonlight.

There is no pollution here, and the cold air smells cool and sweet.

"What a big tree!" Alai locked his eyes on the position directly in front of him.

In the distance, a big tree like an umbrella stands on the highest point of the mountain, green and tall, with white lights shining under the dense branches and leaves, looming.

"That should be a ginseng fruit tree."

There is still some distance, but the tall and straight tree is shocking. It stands between the sky and the earth like a giant, sacred and inviolable.

"Can Curly fly directly to that tree? Let's pick one and leave immediately." Xiaowei asked for Curly's opinion.

Curly shook its head, it aimed at a hiding place and landed, using the cover of rocks to carefully poke out half of its head to look in the direction of the tree.

Seeing that the curly hair is so cautious, Xiaowei and Alai didn't dare to act rashly, and followed it to visit carefully.

Under the ginseng tree, there is a pool of blue lake surrounded by mist, and the trees around the lake are entangled with roots, and there are no living things.

Under the silent moonlight, there were occasional bubbles that came out of the lake, but they were only slightly broken. In this abnormal silence, it was as if someone was beating drums in a deep valley, which was clear to the ears.

The beast guarding the ginseng fruit tree for thousands of years is hidden in the lake.

Xiaowei and Alai looked at each other, swallowing their saliva nervously.

(End of this chapter)