She raised the wrong cub

Chapter 22 Demon?
The North Pole Gate belongs to the sect in Guanxia, ​​and it is located on the top of Beiyun Mountain [-] kilometers away from the capital.
Covered with ice and snow all year round, it is known as the extreme north.

Zhou Ling originally planned to go to the Arctic Gate to sign an arrival, but after walking around the street, she finally decided to take her younger brother to complete the task alone.

The plague had already spread in several counties before, and it would soon sweep through Guanxia.

However, the news was kept under wraps by officials.
Zhou Ling guessed that the officials would keep the secret for another two months at most, and it would be too late when the refugees entered the city.

Their mission this time is mainly to help the human world survive the plague, and in the end, she will use this to "blackmail" the royal family in exchange for their treasure --- "Ten-level breath flower"!
Guanxia North Street, an inconspicuous teahouse.

For three days, Zhou Ling and Hua Rong have been wandering the streets for the past few days, learning about the local customs and customs, and collecting information everywhere by relying on "wiretapping charms".

"Want some ice cream?"

Zhou Ling played with a few pieces of light yellow rough paper in her hand, and turned her head to look at her younger brother who was as delicate as a doll beside her.

It really makes people want to give him the best things!

Seeing Zhou Ling's "loving" gaze again, Hua Rong felt a strange feeling in a corner of his heart for some reason, but he didn't understand.

Obviously this is right, she still likes him very much, but why is she unhappy?

why.
"don't eat"

Zhou Ling asked again: "Then, what about the red bean sugar cake you said was delicious yesterday?"

"Don't eat", that's what you fed me.

"What about new bamboo shoots and old duck soup?"

"Don't eat", you don't like duck meat.

Quack:.
I'm used to it!

Zhou Ling was silent. My younger brother has been a picky eater since he was a child. When he was in Beiyuan, he had never eaten unless she fed him.

Don't demons want to eat too?

Now I am finally interested in folk food, why did I start to be squeamish again after a night?

Seeing that Zhou Ling stopped asking, Hua Rong looked over with twinkling eyes, and saw the woman sighing and looking out the window, not knowing what she was thinking.

For three years, she has been persistent in opening up the small world. Does she really want to gain knowledge and play?

Hua Rong's eyes gradually darkened, like a cold night and snowy sky, boundless loneliness.

The storyteller on the stage replaced another one, and slowly walked up to an uncle wearing a small hat.
I saw that he had a beard that grew to his chest. After some introduction, he began to talk about the secret history of the palace:

"Why have there been many natural disasters in Guanxia for the past ten years? Everyone must have heard of it, that is"

In the middle of the uncle's speech, he looked around the hall with a smile and paused deliberately.

"What is it? Say it!"

The listener couldn't help but yelled loudly, and then he only heard the loud voice from the next table:

"I see! You just want to say imperial concubine! Hahahaha"

"Hey? I'm really not afraid of death! Dare to talk about the imperial concubine?" A younger son muttered next to him.

In order to save face, the man seemed to remember something, blushed angrily, and said loudly:
"Why don't you dare to say it? Apart from not poaching people's hearts, what does the imperial concubine miss about the fox demon mentioned in the playbook? In terms of appearance, even the number one beauty is eclipsed in front of her, and in terms of coquettishness. Rumor has it that the imperial concubine has never come down from the dragon bed since she entered the palace! Now it’s all right, for her sake, His Majesty did not deal with the pests and floods, how many people died of starvation all the way from Linping to Nanguan Town!"

The man's eyes were red, he seemed to be under a spell, and he didn't care whether the people around him were shocked or looked at him, and he cursed louder and louder:
"It's just a lewd, slutty goblin. I think Guan Xia will be defeated sooner or later! Did you guys think the plague thing you heard before was fake? I see it, this is retribution!"

The whole teahouse was silent.

The storyteller on the stage was so scared that he completely forgot what he planned to say about the monsters.

Many people didn't even care about the delicacies on the table, left the money and ran away in a hurry.

Zhou Ling looked down, frowned, and then looked at Hua Rong, "Xiao Rong, can you sense a monster?"

Hua Rong stretched out his hand, a black thread of mist emerged from his palm, bent and dissipated.

About three seconds later, the black silk thread pierced straight out of the palm of the hand again, slowly rising higher and higher, and finally stopped at the level of Zhou Ling's eyes.

"?this is"

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(End of this chapter)