Rebirth and stocking up in the apocalypse, I have tens of thousands of supplies for the world

She also asked Muye to make two sets of home clothes for her, the kind that she could wear at night. Muye took the needle and thread to make her a nightgown.

It is a knee-length nightdress, and it is very comfortable to wear. This thing given by Master is really good.

I hope Master won't beat her when she goes back. She really didn't mean it.

"Baby, come here and give me a kiss."

Mo Yuan was standing beside her. In the middle of the night, he heard Hua Ningyao murmur, "The ears of cultivators are naturally extraordinary." He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "What is a baby?"

Soon, Hua Ningyao gave the answer and heard her read another sentence.

"Baby, you are not short of food, don't eat shit."

It turns out...it's a dog. Why didn't she bring the dog? If you feed them in the fairy mountain, even dogs can live longer.

Nowadays, many of the spiritual beasts here in Fairy Mountain were brought back by people who went to the mortal world. After being nourished by spiritual energy and fed with different foods, many of those animals have evolved.

"Baby, don't hurt my baby."

After a long time, Hua Ningyao murmured again, and crystal tears fell from the end of her eyes, and Mo Yuan couldn't help but reach out his hand to wipe them away.

"Don't eat...me."

"what?"

He suspected that he heard wrongly and couldn't help but ask a question. Hua Ningyao turned over and said nothing more.

Mo Yuan was left staring at her in a daze, what did she mean by not eating her? What has she experienced?

Maybe he just missed a few words, Mo Yuan comforted himself, it was hard for him to imagine that such a thing could happen.

What's more, he heard that his uncle seemed to be a princess in the mortal world. No one would dare to do anything to her, right? It's just that this incident left some inexplicable things in his heart.

"Ha, so sleepy."

Hua Ningyao was awakened by the chirping of birds in the forest. She stretched and yawned. When she turned around, she found Mo Yuan leaning on a stone, sleeping seriously.

To be honest, it was rare to see someone sleeping upright while sitting upright, so she couldn't help but lean over and pinch Mo Yuan's nose.

"The ancestor of poetry and calligraphy?"

Mo Yuan opened his eyes and looked at Hua Ningyao in confusion, and saw her face wrinkled slightly and she let go of the hand holding his nose.

"You actually fell asleep."

"Can't I sleep?"

"No, I saw you sitting upright and thought you were pretending to sleep."

"..."

He was wrong. Last night he was still thinking about what his uncle had gone through. Looking at her behavior now, it was obvious that she had not experienced anything.

"Because I can get up immediately if I encounter danger while sleeping like this."

"Oh."

Hua Ningyao responded lightly and stood up to go deeper into the forest. Seeing this, Mo Yuan stood up and was about to follow, Hua Ningyao shouted.

"Don't come."

"Yes."

Mo Yuan's face was a little red. His reaction just now was completely subconscious. He had forgotten that his great uncle had not yet given birth to a baby.

He stood up and started packing his things, but his eyes glanced in Hua Ningyao's direction from time to time, worried that she was in danger but not daring to look further.

"clang!"

The sound of equipment being handed over came from the forest, and Mo Yuan's heart tightened and he hurried over with other disciples.

"Master-uncle?"

"here."

Hua Ningyao was standing with her back against the tree holding a sword in one hand. She was almost attacked just now. When she entered the forest, she sensed someone, so she pretended to turn her back and go to the toilet.

In the end, this bitch didn't attack her. What the hell was she planning to do? Hua Ningyao could only pretend to squat down.

The moment that bitch sneaked up on her, she raised her sword to fight back. Maybe the other party didn't expect that she, a monk in the foundation-building world, would be so neat and dazzled for a while.

After his arm was pierced by Hua Ningyao's sword and he heard Mo Yuan's voice, he could only cover the wound and run away.

"Hurry up and chase him, I gave him an anesthetic."

She once asked the master if this anesthetic was useful for immortal cultivators. The master just tasted it briefly and said that it was useful under the Nascent Soul.

She was able to hurt the opponent just now, so she must not be a master, so the anesthetic on her sword was useful.

She was able to sneak attack on the opponent, relying on the space in her hand, and she could take out the sword silently.

After all, in this world of cultivating immortals, there are only two ways to have space. Either you can activate your own meson space by reaching the Nascent Soul Realm.

The other way is that a powerful weapon refiner can make it, but the materials for refining space magic weapons are extremely rare.

Normal people would think that after all, when Nascent Soul can have its own meson space, why spend a lot of money to get a space magic weapon.

There is another kind of space magic weapon which is the storage bag. It is cheap and does not have much space. It is suitable for holding materials distributed by the sect.

In other words, this thing is only about the size of a backpack, and the maximum space is not very large. It is at most the size of a suitcase, and to take things out, you must take out the storage bag and open it.

Most people don't put weapons inside. Monks with low cultivation level always carry weapons on their backs. When they reach the Nascent Soul Realm, they can put them into the meson space that comes with them.

If there was time to get the storage bag, the person would have been hacked to death, so when the thief saw that Hua Ningyao's cultivation was low and she was alone, he attacked her without hesitation.

Who would have thought that this damn girl was so good that she took out a weapon from nowhere and gave him a sword directly.

He couldn't figure out where that dead girl's sword came from. He clearly didn't see her carrying a weapon.

Maybe it was a weapon that could transform. After all, he was from the Xuantian Sect. A middle-aged man wearing a gray robe and a beard ran wildly covering his wound.

Unexpectedly, after so many years of hunting, his eyes would be pecked out by an eagle, the middle-aged man thought angrily.

When he recovers from his injuries and catches that dead girl, he will use the most ruthless potion to peel out her spirit body.

I could hear footsteps faintly behind me. This disciple of Xuantian Sect was quite powerful, so I immediately chased him...

Gradually, he felt dizzy. The middle-aged man looked at his wounds in shock. Did that dead girl poison her?

Damn it, what kind of poison is this? Why does his head feel heavier and heavier, and his steps start to stagger.

"Hurry up, the more he moves, the stronger the anesthetic will be."

Hua Ningyao held Mo Yuan's waist and urged, her expression was extremely excited. She didn't expect that she would do something big as soon as she arrived.

Mo Yuan: Do you feel like your uncle is treating me like a horse? Maybe it's an illusion?

Soon a group of people saw a gray figure in the distance and couldn't help but quicken their pace, but Hua Ningyao suddenly shouted.

"stop!"

Mo Yuan stopped involuntarily, and those disciples ran forward two steps due to inertia.

"Uh……"

"hiss!"

They couldn't help but make gasping sounds, and Mo Yuan frowned and took two steps forward.

When the middle-aged man not far away saw this scene, he couldn't help but breathed a little faster in anger. Hua Ningyao pointed at the tree where he was hiding and shouted.

"People are there."