Little tiger happy to become a god

Chapter 169 Without him, she is nothing (2)
Yue'er was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and walked in directly.

If Zuo calls for a weapon, he will rush towards Yue'er.

Jiu Jian only stepped forward and raised his sword to fight him twice before subduing him.

Ru Zuo was extremely surprised: "Who are you?" It is impossible for a goddess from an ordinary family to be accompanied by such powerful envoys. After looking at them carefully, Ru Zuo was sure that except for the little girl, there were no other people who followed her. The four envoys have all closed their cultivation bases and changed their appearances.

Nine Swords ignored him, and only said: "Call the Sleepless Master out."

Such as left-handed: "Our sleepless master, is it that you can see it whenever you want?"

Jiu Jian was angry, the little angel guarding the gate was talking so nonsense, he raised his sword and wanted to give him a little trouble, but suddenly a solemn voice came from the end of the painting, with a majesty that could not be resisted, making Jiu Jian put it away in an instant hand.

"If your sincerity is at the end of the painting, why not come back tomorrow? How about showing your sincerity by the way?"

Yue'er refused to accept: "I'm very sincere now, why do I have to come tomorrow?"

"...You don't have to come tomorrow." As soon as she finished speaking, the door and the angel in front of her eyes had disappeared, and Yue'er knew that they had set up a barrier, and she bumped and fought against the barrier with Jiu Jian and others , but also failed to get rid of it, so he had to go back to the Luoshui Mountains with Jiu Jian in a sullen mood.

When Jimoli saw her coming back so soon, he was naturally happy in his heart, and kept his face on the surface: "Back so soon?"

Yue'er jumped into his arms as soon as she jumped: "It seems that I won't accept me at the end of the painting."

Jimoli nodded, he wouldn't accept it, Ruoyue'er was just a whim, he really couldn't trust her to go to that kind of place, as it was a test, thinking of this, he added: "Do you want to go tomorrow?"

Yue'er nodded, nestled in Jimo Li's arms, took a small thing from the Qiankun bag with her small hand, and fiddled with it, her little ears were crooked, and she looked completely listless.

Jimoli untied her bun: "Yue'er, why did you go to Huamo?"

Turning her attention from the little thing in her hand to Jimoli's face, Yue'er didn't think much about it: "There you can increase your cultivation level, and you can also learn to fight. Anyway, you can become stronger."

"Then don't go, just stay in my arms."

Yue'er watched Jimoli silently: "You will spoil me like this."

Jimo Li shook his head, and his dark eyes were fixed on Yue'er: "With me here, you don't need to learn anything."

Yue'er was a little depressed: "They all said that I was lucky and that I was not good enough for you. If I have been nestled in your arms and I have no chance to stand up in the future, what's the point?"

Jimo Li sighed, knowing that persuading her was hopeless, so he could only let her get rid of the idea of ​​painting.

For ordinary women, with Jimoli as powerful as him, they feel that they don't need to learn anything, they don't need to do anything, they just need to stay by his side with peace of mind, but this little tiger is different.

She didn't know why, even though she stayed by Jimoli's side all the time, she never gave up her desire to become stronger.

In this world, how many women are spoiled and proud, and gradually forget the original appearance, only to find out at the end, when you look up one day, you realize that the person next to you is standing out of your reach, seeing a different scenery .

a long time.

"Mo Li, you..."

The poor little tiger was tied back to the bed.

The next day, Yue'er endured the soreness all over her body, and still took Jiu Jian and others to the end of the painting.

This time, I really saw the famous Sleepless Master at the end of the painting.

Sleepless is a god with a childlike face and white hair, sitting beside the square stool in the hall, and carefully looked at Yue'er.

Yue'er could even feel that kind of gaze called kindness.

Soon, she regretted her thoughts.

Like the Taishang Laojun, Wumian likes to caress his white beard that hangs down to the ground with his hands. At this moment, he is doing this standard action. After watching Yue'er, he said: "Little girl, you can't go to the end of the painting."

Yue'er, Jiu Jian and others were anxious: "Why?"

Sleepless smiled inscrutablely: "You are not a member of the Protoss, nor a member of the Immortal Clan. Anyway, you don't have the physique of a person from the Six Realms. Naturally, it is impossible for you to enter the authoritative school of our Protoss."

Yue'er said: "But yesterday, didn't you just say that you are sincere?"

Speaking of sincerity, Jiu Jian hurriedly stepped forward, took out a crystal clear portrait from the Qiankun bag, stuffed it into Yue'er's little hand, and said in a low voice, "Sincerity."

Yue'er suddenly realized that it was like she bribed others with sunflower seeds, so this was sincerity!
Carefully holding the crystal-clear portrait, Yue'er came to Bu Mian and handed it over with a smile: "Sincerity."

Bu Mian snorted, and said: "You dare to accept such a small thing..." He stopped in the middle of his words, and his eyes, which were originally wise, stared at the portrait in Yue'er's little hand at this moment.

It turned out to be made of the best colored glaze in the God Realm?Colored glass is more expensive than gold, more fragile, and not very malleable. He can make this top-quality glass into his appearance, and Sleepless suddenly smiles. This gift is indeed, very suitable for buying.

He took the portrait with trembling old hands. The Luoshui Shenjun's family is really rich and powerful. He thought about it for a while, and the Luoshui Shenjun definitely didn't know about it, and he wouldn't mind if he knew it. Why not take it secretly? As for this little girl, Still can't accept it.

Bu Mian carefully put the portrait back into the inner cauldron, and said kindly: "The gods who came out at the end of the painting are all gods with high cultivation and high status. Since you are not a god, you are not qualified to enter the end of the painting. Please come back, little girl."

"But..." Yue'er didn't have time, but was thrown out of Huamo's door by Bu Mian.

Ruzuo outside the door saw Yue'er being kicked out, his heart was extremely happy, he was hanging on the branch, and his smile was rippling.

Yue'er was so angry that she simply sat down against the pillar by the door, her big eyes filled with tears.

As the sun was setting, Yue'er sat blankly by the pillar, looking at Huamo's disciples flying out of it, thinking about the contemptuous eyes of Ziyao.

She will never let anyone call her a little brute again.

She will never let anyone call her a little trash again.

Luoshui Shenjun's wife is still kneeling in the street, it's really embarrassing, Yue'er is heartbroken like a little tiger.

Thinking about seeing Mo Li quietly waiting for her to go back in the Ciqian Palace that day, her eyes and gestures really made her feel sad.

Ziyao Shenjun killed her easily, believe in the gods, killing her is not too difficult, if one day he dies because he is useless, what will Mo Li do?
The little tiger's unhappiness accumulated more and more, and then turned into bean-sized tears, falling down one by one.

Without Jimoli, she is nothing.

Along the way, without Mo Li, she would have starved to death in an unknown place.

(End of this chapter)