Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

As long as the man has no malice towards himself and his cheap son.

They are walking in the small town at the foot of Danhuang mountain.

Pure ancient original inhabitants.

Xia Qingluo didn't ask what Dynasty it is now. There is no Danhuang mountain and Danhuang family in the history she is familiar with.

But it's different outside this town.

At the foot of Lianhua Mountain, Xia Qingluo looked at the deep mountain surrounded by white fog and didn't speak.

Because the villagers at the foot of the mountain say there are many beasts here, and the villagers say there are many monsters here.

Xia Qingluo's blood is very cow, but it doesn't seem to be of any use except that it can melt icebergs.

So I decided not to go and just wait at the foot of the mountain.

Yunzhi didn't want to take her, but he and yunjueming were ready to go into the mountain.

In fact, there is no preparation. Yunzhi's injury has magically disappeared, and yunjuming has been climbing and rolling in the mountains every day in order to fill Xia Qingluo's stomach in recent years.

What they need to prepare is how to settle down Xia Qingluo.

Let Xia Qingluo sit under a big tree that blocks out the sun. Yunzhi glanced at Xia Qingluo with a smile, frowned slightly, thought for a moment, so he stretched out his index finger and drew a circle around her.

In an instant, there was a golden light around Xia Qingluo.

Sun WuKong?

Journey to the West?

"Elder martial brother? Monkey king?"

Xia Qingluo trembled.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't fall to the ground after painting. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. His skin like jade had no blood color at all. His eyebrows were tightly wrinkled. It was obvious that he was enduring great pain.

"Are you all right?" Xia Qingluo hurriedly asked the silent Yun Jueming to come and help up the cheap master's body. She still asked with some worry.

But at this time, Xia Qingluo's eyes widened in shock. She stood stunned and almost motionless. She saw that the cheap master's body gradually showed a transparent state.

But what followed was that the surrounding scenes seemed distorted, and she watched everything around her freeze.

What's the matter?

Xia Qingluo looked at the cheap master in her arms. His body was completely transparent. He closed his eyes painfully.

Yunjueming on the other side clenched his fist quietly.

Xia Qingluo once again watched the man called Yunzhi disappear in her hand like a wisp of smoke after he was completely transparent.

Yun Jueming stood up.

And Xia Qingluo also foolishly maintained the posture of holding a person.

In the bright sunlight, the cheap master disappeared again. This time, he didn't leave a word. There was still a trace of pain on his handsome face before he disappeared

Xia Qingluo thought, what's going on?

Xia Qingluo sighed powerlessly.

The plan to enter the mountain had to be cancelled. The two ten-year-old children could not wander in the Jianghu. Fortunately, there were still silver and horses, so they were ready to go back to the Danhuang family.

After all, it's my own home, but how can I tell my mother when I go back this time.

Her daughter became as old as her grandson.

Xia Qingluo is actually a little worried.

But the Jianghu is dangerous. Xia Qingluo doesn't have the ability to protect herself. Moreover, even if they enter Lianhua Mountain, they don't know the so-called herbal medicine.

Ten thousand steps back, even if you know herbs, you have to practice them into pills.

No one will!

Her accomplishments were limited to some extent.