Ms. High Risk Occupation

Chapter 220 Go!Uncle takes you to revenge!
I don't know what Qiankun and Wuyou said, but Wuyou, who seemed to be in high spirits at first, seemed to be completely sluggish now.

He raised his eyes to look at Chu Yu, and then at Ning Zhao who was lying on the Xuanbing bed, with a hesitant expression.

He sighed back and forth many, many times before silently walking forward, patted Chu Yu's shoulder, and said in relief, "Oh... good boy, you have suffered."

"Your mother... is so stupid, does she think that the whole world is a good person? Or, if you don't have love, you will die?"

"I really don't understand how my little sister of Chu Wuyou can be so stupid! I just believe it alone, but I was kept in the dark by everyone from the Chen family and the Chu family's Spirit Sword Sect. She treats the magic weapons I gave her as trash. Did you throw it away? Wouldn't it crush the teleportation talisman?"

"Or, she gave all the treasures I left to her to others? I just can't figure out how good those decent disciples are, so good that your mother sacrifices herself like this!"

Wuyou became more and more annoyed as he thought about it, and he no longer had the original gentle tone. He couldn't help jumping up, and scolded angrily: "When I saw the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect of the Chu family of the Chen family, I felt that their expressions were not good. What a good thing!"

"Hey! What a decent family!"

Wuyou grabbed Chu Yu's hand and made a gesture to run out, "Go! Uncle will take you to revenge!"

His hands were icy and cold, as if they had been soaked in ice water. Chu Yu was not used to being touched by other people, so he resisted even more.

Chu Yu frowned slightly, and withdrew his hand from Wuyou's without a trace.

The nervous Wuyou didn't notice this, seeing Chu Yu not moving, he thought he was worried that Ning Zhao was left alone.

He pointed to Qiankun who was standing with his arms around him, "Don't worry, the little girl let Qiankun watch."

"There is my demon energy here, those ordinary demons and ghosts must not dare to approach."

Chu Yu didn't have time to answer, but felt that the world was spinning in front of him, and the scene had changed.

……

Zhongzhou Yuncheng, Hantian Lake.

Xuan Xiang stretched comfortably, and when she opened her eyes, she found that the scene in front of her was not quite right.

This familiar pond, this familiar vegetation, and this familiar log cabin... How did he arrive at Yuncheng the moment he woke up?

He can't be dreaming!

Xuanxiang, a black fish, jumped up from the frisbee. He hastily shook the prophet lying on the frisbee with his eyes closed, and said in a panic: "Prophet, prophet, open your eyes and see where this is!"

"We... why did we go back to Yuncheng? Aren't we going to climb the fairy gate with little lotus Chu Yu?"

Don't look at him as small, his strength is not small.

When the Prophet woke up, he felt dizzy all over, as if being wrapped in a sack and being beaten up.

He raised his eyes, looked at Xuan Xiang beside him, couldn't help squinting his eyes, and asked in doubt: "One...two...three...how come there are three Xuan Xiang?"

Just as Xuan Xiang was about to jump, she saw the prophet roll her eyes and fainted again.

He really had no choice but to drag the Prophet back to the cabin for the time being, and put the Frisbee away in the storage bag.

Xuanxiang has spent hundreds of years in Hantian Pond, but she looks small on the outside, but inside, she is already an old monster.

He leaned against the window with his face in his hands, and soon figured out why.

Chu Yu and Xiao Hehua's visit to the Immortal Gate this time must be extremely dangerous and afraid of hurting him and the prophet, so they packed them up and sent them back to Yuncheng while they were asleep.

Judging by the weather, he and the prophet probably slept for three or four days.

Even if he went to Qingya Mountain in Lincheng to find the traces of the two of them, it would be too late.

Xuan Xiang wrinkled her small face unhappily, looked at the little koi swimming in the pond, and couldn't help muttering wronged: "Although the old turtle spirit and I are not very powerful, we can be sandbags." Use it. Besides, aren't we friends, why do you push me and the old turtle spirit away when we are in danger?"

"Where are you now, little lotus... are you... still in Lincheng?"

In the crystal-clear pond, there are only his reflection and the few small koi swimming around, and the aquatic plants move with the waves at the bottom of the pond.

No one can answer Xuanxiang's question.

Xuan Xiang squatted by the pool and watched for a long time, seeing the little koi swimming hundreds of times in front of him, seeing the orange-red sun gradually setting from the west, seeing the dew soaking his clothes.

He rubbed his legs that were sore and numb from squatting for too long, and finally made up his mind and walked towards the cabin.

"Old tortoise, old tortoise, the sun has set! Why are you still sleeping?"

"Get up, get up, get up!"

Xuan Xiang dragged the prophet with his eyes closed from the bed to under the bed, crossed his hands in the shape of a trumpet, and shouted in his ear: "Get up, get up! Smelly turtle spirit!"

The Prophet finally woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, in front of him was an enlarged version of a small white and fleshy face, which was flushed red and looked very excited.

The Prophet was stunned, got up from the ground, looked at Xiao Douding in front of him, and asked doubtfully, "Xuanxiang?"

"This is……"

He looked around the room for a week, and then he understood where he is now, "Chu Yu and Xiao Hehua sent us back to Hantian Lake in Yuncheng."

Xuan Xiang pulled the hem of his jacket out, "Yes!"

"I don't know how they are doing now, old turtle spirit, let's go to Lincheng quickly."

"I estimated the time. It's been several days, but they haven't come back yet. I always feel a little flustered."

The two sat on the frisbee again. The two of them had barely controlled the frisbee, and they had never tried to fly with a sword. They had stumbled along the way.

When they arrived at the foot of Qingya Mountain in Lincheng, both of them fell to the ground, their heads were dusty, their faces were bruised and their faces were swollen, their clothes were torn like little beggars, and even the magic weapon Frisbee had a few small gaps.

After ascending the Immortal Gate, the foot of Qingya Mountain returned to its former appearance, bustling and harmonious.

Xuanxiang stood beside the stone tablet, stretched her neck and looked up, there were bluestone steps in front of the mountain gate, and the end could not be seen at a glance.

Xuan Xiang wanted to be lazy and use the frisbee, but there were too many accidents with the frisbee just now, if another accident happens and they roll down the stairs, I'm afraid the two of them will die.

"Let's go."

"Xuanxiang, the prophet?"

A voice came from behind, both Xuan Xiang and the Prophet were taken aback, then looked sideways.

The man behind him was dressed in white, with a handsome face, followed by a group of sword-wielding disciples, it was Ye Tianhe.

"Are you going up the mountain?"

Ye Tianhe quickly guessed what the two of them were trying to do.

He thought of Chu Yu's kneeling figure a few days ago, hesitated for a moment, and asked softly: "Two friends, why not walk with us."

"Three thousand steps are dangerous. If two fellow Taoists go up the mountain alone, I'm afraid something will go wrong."

"Then...then we'd better obey orders than be respectful!"

Xuan Xiang only learned this sentence in the chat book a few days ago, but she didn't expect to use it so soon.

Ye Tianhe asked the disciples behind him to go with him, and drew out a spirit sword, and he let Xuan Xiang and the prophet step on it.

"and many more!"

(End of this chapter)