She raised the wrong cub

Chapter 223
Zhou Ling has no way to go to Beiyuan together, and neither can she.

She has just formed a pill, her foundation is not stable, what if someone catches and threatens Hua Rong?

That is simply a routine in a dog blood novel!

Second day

Fu Zi and Lian Fan, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, appeared and greeted with light smiles.

From today onwards, the two began to follow behind Zhou Ling every step of the way.

Zhou Ling knew it was Hua Rong's order, after all, she was too weak.

There are two demon cultivators with their own strengths, and she has the heaven and earth spirit fire golden lotus, so the probability of accidents is extremely low.

noon
A group of five people stepped into Beiyuan City.

Ten years passed like a snap of the fingers, Beiyuan still hadn't changed at all, what changed was the state of mind of the people walking.

Looking at the familiar city gate, Zhou Ling's consciousness expanded.

The inn I used to live in and the snack bar I ate at are still booming.

Find a good hotel to stay

Zhou Ling and Hua Rong had already changed their looks, Zhou Aiai came to Beiyuan City for the first time and did not make any changes.

The Taoist couple Lian Fan and Fu Zi are monster cultivators, they have outstanding looks and brilliant eyes, which actually attract people's attention.

In the room, Hua Rong pinched Zhou Ling's waist with one hand and pressed her small head with the other.

The teeth and lips blend together, and the breath is sweet and greasy.

Zhou Ling raised her head and pushed him away when her legs softened.

Huarong was smiling happily, and there were bright water stains on her lips.

In those eyes that were lightly covered by blue shadows, a ray of frosty flowers and cold moonlight flowed faintly, as if shrouded in a layer of cloud and mist.

"I'm leaving. Lingling is having fun in the city. If you encounter danger, just release the golden lotus fire and burn it."

Hua Rong stroked Zhou Ling's bun and pinched her earlobe.

"Soon, three days."

Zhou Ling wrapped her arms around his waist, buried her head in Leng Xiang's embrace:
"Just three days. If you don't come back for three days, I will go to Beiyuan to look for you."

Huarong smiled and said:

"it is good"

Two years later was their marriage.

Although Hua Rong never mentioned it, since a month ago, every few days, he would suddenly disappear for one day.

Zhou Ling had the illusion that her boyfriend might give her a grand and unprecedented wedding.

After having memories, her feelings for Huarong and Huarong's heart for herself are trusts that no one can understand.

Zhou Ling said that three days is really three days.

Because she knows Huarong's ability.

She also hated herself for being too weak to help him.

The only thing she can do is protect herself.

Hua Rong glanced at Zhou Ling and left.

Night falls.

The beasts in Beiyuan City ran restlessly, and the underground animals pushed up the ground.

Beiyuan Sword Sect Gate hundreds of miles away

Chi Mo knelt in the ancestral hall shrouded in dim candlelight.

Lin Yan opened the secret passage from the bottom of the mural in the room, and there were streaks of black dust on his fair face.

Chi Mo waved his hand, and an enchantment shielded the top ten disciples guarding the gate outside.

"Have you visited Lin Yu'er?"

Lin Yan crawled out of the cave, patted the ashes, and saluted: "Go back to the master, I've been there, Yu'er is in a good state, but he hasn't spoken all the time..."

Chi Mo nodded, continued to kneel, and did not speak anymore.

Lin Yan hesitated for a moment, but took out something wrapped in oil paper from the Qiankun bag.

She walked up to Chi Mo, knelt down, and said respectfully:
"Master, Ling Wang... we are almost at Jianzong... You should eat something first, tomorrow... you can go out tomorrow"

Yes, tomorrow.

As the head of the sect, Chi is going to deal with his sister's Taoist companion, Hua Rong, who is also a friend.

Before that, the head had been kneeling for a month.

Chi Mo looked at the tablet on the glazed pagoda with cold eyes, as if he saw a sword unsheathed at a glance.

"Yeah, tomorrow~ tonight I have to eat first"

　small theater
　　Zhou Ling's little tigress: If you don't come back in three days, I will go find you!

　　Huarong Little Milk Dog: Two days is enough, one day to go up the mountain, one day to kill people, one day to drive all night, the evening will be here!

　　Onlookers: The topic you are discussing is a bit bloody...

　　Xiaojiu hugged the keyboard and drank a bottle of vodka angrily!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)