The fake daughter is the white moonlight of the villain general

"Uncle Qi, what should we do now?"

Someone asked in a low voice.

The middle-aged man known as Uncle Qi glanced at Gu Xi cautiously. Seeing the eerie ghost face and the majestic black mastiff squatting beside him, he felt a little terrified for a while.

stalemate.

Uncle Qi said: "Let them put down the knife first."

Gu Xi just raised his hand slightly, and the man in black put away the sword in his hand, and quickly disappeared in front of his eyes.

Once the pressure on the neck was released, Uncle Qi and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Going to the front to lead the way, Uncle Qi saw the woman behind the mysterious ghost-faced man.

The woman has a slender figure and keeps her head down, unable to see clearly, but a side profile is enough to impress.

This profile...

Seventh Uncle was slightly startled, always feeling familiar.

When he wanted to take a closer look, the tall body had already covered his sight, holding the petite person in his arms, preventing others from seeing him at all.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Uncle Seven had no choice but to look away.

In addition to the continuous mountains around this road, there are low jungles.

The dirt floor was very wet, and with the hot and humid weather, I was sweating profusely after walking a few steps.

Wei Rou didn't feel much, but Gu Xi stopped from time to time to check on her situation and wipe her sweat.

A few people from southern Xinjiang stopped and walked, only thinking that Wei Rou was delicate.

Seeing their strange expressions, Wei Rou knew that they had misunderstood. She pushed Gu Xi away and said in a low voice that it's okay, there's no need to do this.

Gu Xi hummed, but his actions remained the same, how to take care of him or how to take care of him.

Wei Rou couldn't help but rolled her eyes, she could feel that the man named Uncle Qi was always looking in her direction.

After walking for about half an hour, I finally passed through the jungle and arrived at a valley.

The valley is empty and silent, but there are many echoes.

Obviously, there are many mysterious institutions in this valley.

Looking around, Wei Rou felt that this place in Southern Xinjiang was extremely mysterious.

Walking to the middle of the valley, Uncle Qi and the others who were walking ahead stopped suddenly.

Seventh Uncle turned to Gu Xi and said, "You guys wait here, I will go to the clan first and tell the clan leader."

Gu Xi glanced at Ling Yun.

Ling Yun stepped forward immediately: "I'll go with you."

Uncle Qi showed a embarrassed look, but when he saw the black mastiff beside Gu Xi, he finally gritted his teeth.

"Then come with me."

So Ling Yun followed Uncle Qi and the others and walked in from a cave entrance.

The opening of the cave is so narrow that only one person can pass through it.

It was pitch black inside, and it was impossible to see what was going on deep inside.

Standing outside, Wei Rou subconsciously grabbed Gu Xi's hand, and said in a low voice, "Is it okay for Ling Yun to go alone?"

Gu Xi comforted her: "It's not just him."

Wei Rou paused for a moment before realizing that Ling Yun was the only one on the surface, but in fact there were other people following him.

So Gu Xi found a cool place for Wei Rou to rest first. The black mastiff seemed to be no stranger to this place, and it pulled out a bunch of fruits like a magic trick, and put them in front of Wei Rou flatteringly.

Wei Rou smiled.

"I can't eat it, you can eat it yourself."

The black mastiff eats meat and doesn't like to eat it, so he just left it to dry.

Warmth is surprised to pick up the fruit and look at it for a few times.

"Ma'am, this is a blood fruit."

Hearing this, Wei Rou couldn't help but look over, and stared at the fruit in Wen Qing's hand carefully, it seemed that it was a blood fruit.

This place... has blood fruit?

The reason why the blood fruit is called blood fruit, as the name suggests, is not only because of its blood red appearance, but more importantly, its growth cannot be separated from the watering of fresh blood.