Quick Travel: Cannon fodder, she is beautiful, Lu Ziye

Fu Xianzhi hugged her a little tighter, and a shallow sound escaped from his throat.

Exploring the place behind him where he disappeared, there was a sudden smell of demonic energy, mixed with the disgusting smell of blood.

Fu Xianzhi's expression paused slightly.

How dare that person just now use the souls of the dead as nourishment in an attempt to summon monsters from the Demon Realm?

The snow-colored fox, which was leisurely transforming into its prototype, opened its belly and turned around on the soft cushion.

The little sparrow that he taught for several days could only learn to cry "chirp, chirp, chirp" and could not transform into a human being.

The snow-colored fox simply turned over on all fours and stopped teaching.

But the white bird next to him was very anxious.

"Stop barking, I'm a fox and I can't understand the chirping of your birds."

The snow-colored fox barked impatiently, and after the white gas turned into a human being, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the little sparrow's wings, and grabbed it into the cage.

He stretched out his hand to clear his ears and looked at the little sparrows fluttering in the cage. He was very happy: "If I am in a good mood one day, I will teach you again..."

Before he could finish his words, his master's usual cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"He Qinghan summons monsters with wronged souls. If any monsters answer the call, they will be strangled immediately."

Bai Que looked through the cage and watched the snow-colored fox suddenly change its expression.

He hurriedly said to it: "Let's talk about the next time, see you next time, little sparrow~"

Bai Qiao: I hate the endless "next time"!

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After several days of hard work, Meng Qingrong finally dug out all the past of demons in the world of cultivation in recent years from the Scripture Pavilion.

Looking at the few names on the document, Wu Qinglan felt that something was wrong every time she looked at one.

That frown annoyed Liang Qing.

Dang even said angrily: "If you have something to say, say it. What do you mean by frowning like this and not speaking?"

After saying that, Liang Qing politely poured a cup of tea for Meng Qingrong.

After handing it over, he didn't forget to add another reminder: "Three senior brothers, too. Why do you have to work so hard on Wu Qinglan?"

"What are you talking about, junior sister?" Meng Qingrong sighed and took the cup of tea from her hand, "Qinglan also received orders from senior sister Song."

"Since it is Senior Sister Song's request, how can I refuse?"

As soon as he heard that it was Song Qingnuan's request, Liang Qing's face didn't change too quickly.

Immediately, he changed his face, looked solemn, and nodded quite pertinently: "Third Senior Brother, I think what you said is very good!"

Wu Qinglan: "..." Are you pretending that he doesn't exist?

Hey? ? ?

After flipping through all the documents, Wu Qinglan met Meng Qingrong's gaze and shook his head: "No, it's not right. The Imperial Master of Song State looks young, only about 30 years old."

"Furthermore, he was rescued by Concubine Yun many years ago, but most of these demons were caused by being forced to become demons after carrying a blood feud."

"It's not very similar to the demonic aura on the Imperial Master."

Liang Qing asked strangely: "Since I have fallen into a demon and become a demon, what's the difference?"

Wu Qinglan frowned tightly, and what he said was like a thunder that exploded in their ears: "That national master still has spiritual energy in his body."

not to mention……

In Wu Qinglan's mind, he couldn't help but think of the day when he took over the demonic way. The demonic way seemed to be able to drive the demonic pot on his body.

The demon-containing pot is a magic weapon used by Tiandao Palace disciples to subdue demons, and it rarely falls into the hands of others.

The suspicion that Wu Qinglan had been suppressing in her heart could not help but slowly emerge now.

With a "squeak" sound, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Liang Qing quickly glanced outside and saw the young boy's appearance clearly. He laughed unconsciously and reached out to greet him: "He Yun is here? Come here quickly and let your two junior uncles have a look."

After a few days of recuperation, it was obvious that Liang Qing had taken good care of the little boy. His face was rosy and he was no longer as skinny and almost scary as before.

"He Yun pays homage to his two uncles."

When Meng Qingrong saw the junior disciples, he unconsciously became extremely serious and asked, "Have you read carefully the fairy books in recent days?"

The young boy replied obediently: "I have read it all and memorized most of it."

After hearing this, Meng Qingrong asked a few more questions from the book. The young boy answered them one by one, and then his face became somewhat satisfied: "Not bad."

"Third senior brother, don't be so serious. Don't scare the child."

Liang Qing is somewhat protective of the calf.

Wu Qinglan, who was completely focused on the paperwork, had no other thoughts to care about the two of them.

He immediately picked up these documents, frowned tightly, and stood up: "This time I will trouble Third Senior Brother more. It's getting late, I need to rush back as soon as possible, but there is no Imperial Master of Song State here, I'm afraid... It will also be of some help to Senior Sister."

Meng Qingrong nodded at him and stood up: "This trip is dangerous. I have informed Master that I will go with you."

This place made Liang Qing dumbfounded: "Third Senior Brother is also going together? How come I don't know about it? I'm going too!"

"He Yun is still young and still needs someone to take care of him. The head of the family and the master will discuss it and order you to stay."

Meng Qingrong lied without blushing or heartbeat.

Needless to say, he knew that this was the master's intention.

Liang Qing's mood suddenly became extremely bad.

"Are the two uncles talking about demons?"

Meng Qingrong and Meng Qingrong were stunned by the sudden interjection of voices, and they were about to talk about it with something else.

The young boy had already taken a step forward and took a closer look at the demon document. His voice was tender but somewhat firm: "Doesn't my master count? He took out the demon pill from my body and swallowed it himself. "

After saying this, everyone was shocked.

The young boy retracted his gaze, raised his head, and glanced at the two junior uncles. However, when he saw the distress in the eyes of the sixth senior aunt, his heart suddenly shook.

He moved away as if he hadn't seen it, calmed his mind, and smiled brightly at them as a young boy: "Don't you know, uncle and aunt? My father is a demon and my mother is a mortal."

"I'm a half-demon."

The whole house was eerily quiet.

It was as if something exploded in Wu Qinglan's mind.

He looked at the young boy with some difficulty and opened his mouth several times, which was a bit difficult.

"You...you mean my fifth junior brother?"

The young boy tilted his head at him and smiled: "The Song Guoguo who was just the fourth uncle must also be pretending to be my master, right? He Qinghan, I still remember the name of the master."

Invisibly, it seemed as if there was some big hand holding their throats, making them unable to say anything for a moment.

Suddenly, Meng Qingrong stood up and strode outside.

Liang Qing called him hastily: "Senior brother! What do you want to do!"

"Master must know all this."

Meng Qingrong spoke with difficulty: "If he is really the fifth junior brother, I will kill him with my own hands."