Super Dad: The system asked me to take care of the children

Ping Ting was too shocked to say anything.

He never expected that this tattered-looking small raft could withstand the burning of magma.

Seeing this, Xiao Chusheng repeated it again.

"Regardless of people and things, don't judge by appearance."

Nonsense, things produced by the system, what can be wrong?

This time Ping Ting was completely speechless, especially when he witnessed Xiao Chusheng jumping onto the small raft in horror.

Following Xiao Chusheng's jumping action, the small raft remained motionless, as if it was fixed on the magma!

"Come up."

Xiao Chusheng didn't expect the small raft to be so stable. After testing the water, he felt relieved and greeted Ping Ting.

The safety of the small raft in front of him has been guaranteed, and if Ping Ting dare not go up, he will feel that he is embarrassing.

Gritting his teeth, Ping Ting jumped and landed on the small raft.

Going up, Xiao Chusheng glanced around, and the only thing in front of him that could push the small raft was a small wooden stick.

"...how are you going to get there?"

Ping Ting also discovered the problem. He stood upright in the center of the small raft, as if he was afraid that the dilapidated raft would suddenly topple over or be dissolved by magma.

Xiao Chusheng stopped, he slowly picked up the small wooden stick, his eyes were far away.

"Good question."

After the words fell, the wooden stick was stuffed into Ping Ting's hands, and Xiao Chusheng made palms with his hands, feeling the flow of spiritual energy between heaven and earth with his heart, and then pushed hard towards the shore.

A whirlwind of aura gathered in his palm, and after the movement of pushing outward was over, the small raft moved a certain distance abruptly.

Ping Ting was extremely nervous, but he was still trying to maintain a calm face, and his hands couldn't help but grab the robe.

Xiao Chusheng noticed his movements and tried to slow down the rhythm of the aura.

The two hurried towards the direction of the strange beast.

As the small raft kept moving in the magma, the father and son finally saw the land.

Hidden in the large expanse of magma is actually a paradise about ten kilometers in size. There is not only a small fountain on it, but also many fruits with strange fragrances.

In the center stood a strange beast with huge wings, antlers on the ears, and the rest looked like a horse.

And in front of the strange beast, there was a fiery red fruit the size of a palm.

Xiao Chusheng took a closer look, the fruit should not be ripe yet, the fiery red color on it seemed to be gradually spreading, covering the speckled pure white spots.

"This……"

Just as Ping Ting was about to speak, Xiao Chusheng made a silent gesture towards him, then turned around and moved quickly towards the fruit trees.

Just as Xiao Chusheng was worried in his heart, in just a moment, they had just arrived at the fruit grove, and someone had already stepped into the air!

Several flying swords swished towards the island, their voices were not lowered.

"We are really lucky to meet Wan Xiuguo!"

The fastest cultivator laughed, his eyes were full of excitement, but at the same time he was hiding a bit of viciousness.

"It's a pity that there is only one Wanxiu fruit, and I can only bring it back to the sect to see the red sleeve master..."

Behind him were the male monks in the same clothes. Before he could finish speaking, the fastest monk raised his hand!

Countless gray and white powders floated towards the people behind them. Those who were far away, and those who had been on guard earlier, could barely avoid it!

And the male monk who spoke obviously didn't expect such an attack, his whole body was covered in off-white powder!

Xiao Chusheng secretly put away the small raft and pushed Ping Ting to let him move inside.

Before his eyes, a tragedy was unfolding!
The male monk screamed heart-piercingly, his whole body's skin began to fester in an instant, and his eyes, which were the first to touch the gray-white powder, melted into a pool of blood, flowing out from the dark hollow eye sockets.

Xiao Chusheng frowned. These people seemed to belong to the same clan, but the leading cultivator made such a cruel move.

"Brother He, what are you doing?!"

The rest of the clan wanted to lean in, but they were jealous of the off-white powder, so they had to watch helplessly as the flesh and blood of their companions began to melt!
One of the female monks couldn't bear to see her. She roared angrily, threw out her magic weapon, and quickly moved towards the male monk!
It's just a pity that before she successfully approached, the male monk fell off the flying sword and landed heavily on the magma.

In the blink of an eye, it had already been burned to black charcoal.

"...You Daoist cultivators, be ruthless, you won't lose to us."

Ping Ting's scalp felt numb, just the process of the male monk's flesh and blood melting into blood water made his stomach churn continuously, and at the same time, he was horrified.

As the master of a sect, Fu Shuo had never seen such a scene a few times, and Xiao Chusheng's feelings were not much better than Ping Ting's.

He frowned tightly, and made a silent gesture to Ping Ting.

"Don't talk, just stay where you are later."

After Xiao Chusheng arranged in a low voice, he fell silent again.

If it weren't for the fact that the cultivation base was too low, the sound transmission technique could be used at this time. Both Xiao Chusheng and Ping Ting had the idea of ​​eagerly wanting to improve their strength.

"Junior Sister Liu, you also saw that there is only one Wanxiu fruit."

The monk known as Brother He spoke, and the meaning behind his words was very obvious.

There were four people in the group, one was killed by him, and now there is this junior sister Liu and the gloomy middle-aged man.

"Take this Wanxiu fruit back and let the master refine it into a elixir, and everyone will have a share. You actually killed the same sect!"

Junior Sister Liu complained loudly that she witnessed her fellow clan being burned to ashes by the magma, leaving nothing behind.

"As long as you don't tell me, Junior Sister, no one will know about this matter!"

Brother He said, looking at the middle-aged man.

"I saved your life before. Compared with someone from a small sect like you, I understand the truth that everything can be determined by cultivation."

The middle-aged man lowered his head, appearing respectful.

"Thanks to the little brother for saving my life, how could I intend to fight for Wan Xiuguo, which should belong to you?"

Ping Ting sneered silently, almost wanting to rush to help.

But Xiao Chusheng raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder. Seeing the intensity of the argument between the three, he whispered.

"Don't think that the female monk is a good person, look carefully."

These words were tantamount to waking Ping Ting up, but he didn't reply, his face full of suspicion.

Junior Sister Liu's face was full of resentment, but after a while, she still asked helplessly and aggrieved.

"If we don't stop you, will you be able...to return to the sect alive?"

Brother He smiled, and he nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, as long as you are sensible, how can I hurt my companion?"

After finishing the words, Junior Sister Liu gave a sad smile.

"What if I don't know fun? What can you do to me!"