Fast travel, this host is a bit moldy

Chapter 29 029: Many People
It is naturally impossible for Feng Jingyao to care about what Xiaohu thinks, at least, even the kid Yi Niao doesn't care about his mother's death, does he?
The little tiger looked at the little righteous bird with a sad face. It no longer had a mother, just like him.

The boy Yi Niao jumped around Xiaohu's feet very excitedly, without any awareness that his mother had passed away, as if he really regarded Xiaohu as his relative.

And the fact is.

I don't know where Feng Jingyao got the carriage, and after carrying Ziling, who was seriously injured again, into the carriage, he directly picked up Xiaohu and the boy Yiniao and threw them into the carriage, and soon arrived outside Yanluo Valley.

When Xiaohu first saw the white tiger on the carriage, he was surprised and angry.

Since when did the White Tiger Clan become a tool for pulling carts?
Not long after, Feng Jingyao carried Ziling out, threw him on the grass without mercy, and disappeared in front of them again.

Xiaohu looked at Zi Ling distressedly, looked around, then took out a porcelain bottle from her waist bag, opened it, poured out a pill, and fed it to her.

Feng Jingyao watched this scene in the dark, squinting his eyes with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

If he really wanted that thing, could he hide it?

After taking the pill, Zi Ling woke up quickly. She touched the weeds around her in a panic, which was slightly stinging.

Xiaohu rubbed around her happily, but he didn't realize at all that he had already turned into a human form and was able to speak.

So he directly said what was in his heart, "That damned Feng Jingyao is too cold-blooded, the boy's mother died just like that, if it weren't for Sister Ah Zi, you have a pill, I don't even know what to do." What to do."

Zi Ling smiled bitterly and touched Xiaohu's head.

"Xiaohu, from now on, there is no need to mention the three words Feng Jingyao."

Xiaohu suddenly raised his eyes and felt that his vision was different from when he became smaller. He stepped back and looked at Zi Ling in surprise.

After reacting, he pursed his lips and said aggrievedly: "But what I said is the truth. Feng Jingyao thought that no one would recognize him if he wore a mask and changed his voice. Sister Ah Zi, you have already Did you recognize it?"

Zi Ling nodded and did not deny it, but did not continue the topic.

"Little Tiger, where are we now?"

Xiaohu looked around, but there was nothing but the lawn. Occasionally, a few butterflies fluttered among the flowers, and a few little rabbits jumped up and down on the ground.

However, the strange thing is that their movements seem to be designed, and they will repeat after half a moment.

"Sister Azi, there is nothing here except lawn flowers and some small animals."

"is it?"

Zi Ling stood up suspiciously, but the surroundings were clear, why didn't she feel the wind at all?

Xiaohu stood behind Zi Ling and hugged Zi Yiniao, who chirped and looked in one direction, as if he had seen something strange.

Zi Ling heard the voice, tilted her head and frowned and asked, "Xiao Hu, did you bring the boy Yi Niao?"

Xiaohu scratched his head, and said with some embarrassment: "Sister Azi, it seems to regard me as its mother, and has been clinging to me."

So it didn't feel sad even when its own mother passed away.

This sentence, Xiaohu was bored in his heart and couldn't say it.

After Zi Ling understood, she stretched out her hand to touch Xiaohu's body. Xiaohu knew that she wanted to touch the boy's righteous bird, so he sent the boy's righteous bird forward, and Ziling touched it.

It's just that the boy Yoshitori didn't seem to like Ziling very much, so he pecked Ziling's hand with his sharp beak, and blood oozes out.

Seeing this, Xiao Hu quickly put the boy Yi Niao on the ground, tore off a corner of his brocade clothes and bound Zi Ling's hands.

The blood of saintesses throughout the ages is holy, and it is fine in various tribes, but in this wilderness, some irrational wild animals will completely lose their minds at the smell of blood.

The little righteous bird was abandoned to the side and jumped back and forth anxiously at Xiaohu's feet, looking very anxious.

After helping Ziling to wrap up the wound, Xiaohu glanced at Ziyi Niao distressedly, but at the same time, there was a hint of blame.

Zi Ling stretched out her hands and walked several steps forward, tilting her head from time to time to listen to the sound of wind seeping in through the gaps. After feeling like she hit something like a wall, she took out the token An Xi gave her.

The token is a jade tablet in the shape of a roaring lion, which looks lifelike, just like the real thing.

Xiaohu watched Zi Ling embed the jade token in the air, and was about to give a reminder when the scene in front of her suddenly changed. In front of Zi Ling, a magnificent gate stood there, and she was even one-tenth the size of the stone gate. None.

An inexplicably serious atmosphere lingered in Zi Ling's heart. She frowned, supported Xiaohu's hand, and asked in a low voice, "Xiaohu, what's wrong?"

Xiaohu swallowed, watching the scene, he felt a little nervous, and when he spoke, his voice began to tremble unconsciously.

"Well, sister Ah Zi, there are a lot of people here."

Because Yan Luogu is now the time for the selection of saintesses, it is not surprising that there are more people, but Xiaohu and Ziling don't know about it.

And Zi Ling, who was sent by the system to do tasks, is naturally even more ignorant, and as a wild saint, she actually enjoys a 'famous' in Yan Luo Valley, but she doesn't know it.

Feeling as if she was being stared at by something, Zi Ling frowned and followed that eager gaze.

Xiaohu naturally looked over curiously. Behind a huge rock, there was a person sneakily looking at Ziling. His eyes were shining brightly. He looked very scary.

Although Yama Valley has become a valley, you can actually treat it as an isolated town because there is everything here.

It was not just like Zi Ling imagined, there were only some flowers and plants, and then there was only a small thatched house, in which lived an amiable grandfather with a white beard and a handsome herb-picking boy.

The noisy sound made Zi Ling, who had been listening carefully to all kinds of things, feel a little irritated, and her ears were hurt by the noise.

The saints who were being selected inside all looked at her, an outsider, with curiosity. The only person who already knew who she might be was the wretched-looking man hiding behind the rock.

Although he didn't want to, Xiaohu still took Zi Ling to go there, because now except there, there are people everywhere, it's too noisy, no one pays attention to them, just discussing in a low voice.

Seeing them coming, the wretched man was gearing up, as if planning to do something big.

After Xiaohu noticed his movements, he was slightly taken aback, took Zi Ling's hand and turned around to leave, but the wretched man was unexpectedly quick and stopped in front of them.

"Hey, don't go, little guy, don't look at me as ugly, but I don't mean anything malicious, I just want something from her."

(End of this chapter)