The group's favorite junior sister returns to save the whole family of resentful villains

"what?"

The male Linglong people were stunned and looked at the young man with a sudden change in temperament in surprise.

The young man has put down his hands, but there is still an unremovable melancholy between his brows.

It was as if everything that happened just now was an illusion.

The young man lowered his eyes: "I should go now."

When the male Linglong heard this, he felt sad again: "Guest... It's a pity that our new tribe leader has passed out due to excessive grief. Maybe she also wanted to see you off."

Without waiting for him to try to persuade him to stay, the young man turned and left, his figure disappearing into the lush forest.

Many days later, next to the Forest of All Spirits, there was a wetland that was shrouded in thick fog all year round.

Just like the Forest of All Spirits, many foreign monsters never return after entering.

The maps sold by the Demon World Office named this wetland "Sleeping Mist".

There are rumors that in the sleeping fog, there lives a very special demon race. They have the blood of the phoenix flowing in their bodies and have the talent to bring the dead back to life.

On this day, the slowly flowing fog suddenly surged, and a tall figure appeared in the shadows in the depths.

She had a beautiful appearance, and her pupils gradually changed from red to gold. Even in the weather with poor sunlight, she looked extraordinary and elegant.

She was wearing a long green skirt, with rings and pendants tinkling around her waist. Her black hair was like a waterfall, as if it had never been trimmed. It hung below her ankles and reached the ground. She was held up by an invisible force, untainted by the mundane world.

And among this black hair, a strand of hair as red as blood and flame extended from behind the ear, appearing and disappearing.

In her left hand she held an emerald green lacquer box, so delicate and small that she could hook the ribbon wrapped around the box with just her little finger.

Just two steps out of the thick fog, she stepped into the Forest of All Spirits next to her.

The forest monster plants that used to hide in the dark and show murderous intent when facing foreigners and kill them with one blow, seemed very quiet when the woman passed by.

They seemed like ordinary plants with no intention of attacking.

"oops!"

The woman stopped in front of a huge flower bud that could almost swallow an adult. She reached out and pulled the vine, forcing the bud to fall. She hugged it and touched the petals wildly.

"Isn't this Ah Huang? You've grown up so much now? When you were just born, your aunt touched you. You wanted to bite your aunt's finger, but your mother slapped you in the face, making it crooked. Do you remember?"

As soon as the woman opened her mouth, her mysterious and deep aura was instantly destroyed. She was like the enthusiastic aunties that can be seen everywhere in the vegetable market. She started with a long and warm greeting and almost took you home for dinner.

The flower bud that she was holding and stroking wildly seemed to have wilted, and the green leaves that had been baring their fangs and claws before now drooped on the vine, motionless.

"Come on, open your mouth."

The woman said this and went to pick the petals.

The buds were forced to bloom, revealing dense green fangs, which looked particularly eerie in the sunlight.

The woman skillfully pulled out a half-dead crocodile from her spatial spiritual tool and stuffed it into the flower bud's mouth. "Don't you think this is a coincidence? I was still daydreaming by the lake this morning, and this big idiot wanted to bite my leg. I knew it was an outsider. He dares to eat anything, and he's not afraid of breaking his teeth by bumping into something hard."

"I was still thinking whether to throw it away or what to do with it. Now it's just right for you to have breakfast. Auntie is good to you. I'll feed you delicious food as soon as I get here..."

The woman stuffed the entire crocodile into the flower bud, stretching it to its deformation, and then she carefully helped it close its petals, then clapped her hands in satisfaction.

"Auntie has to send a tombstone to your mother. She knew that she would return to the embrace of Mother Nature in a month, so she asked me to carve it beautifully. I put a lot of effort into it."

The woman said goodbye to the overfed flower bud and walked briskly towards the Forest of All Spirits.

Although her figure would miraculously appear hundreds of meters away with every step she took, she would greet this and that familiar demon plant along the way.

It was not until nightfall that the woman finally arrived at the center of the Forest of All Spirits, the territory of the Linglong tribe.

"what?"

As soon as the woman stepped into this magnificent and beautiful natural castle, she realized something was wrong.

The Linglong people, who were always full of laughter in the past, were now lying listlessly in various places in the Natural Castle, not even caring about the demon plants beside them that were showing signs of withering.

The woman looked solemn. She found a Linglong female who was lying on a rock closest to her and asked, "What happened to you?"

The eyes of the female Linglong were red and swollen like walnuts. She seemed to have been crying for a long time and could not see clearly.

Seeing someone approaching, she moved her eyes, and after seeing the other person clearly, she spoke in a trance: "Oh...it turned out to be Master Muxi from next door."

Tears flowed from her swollen eyes: "The tribe leader passed away ten days ago. We are very sad."

Mu Xi was stunned when she heard this. She was shocked by two things:

First, an old friend who said he would return to nature in a month actually passed away more than half a month earlier.

Second, the Linglong people, whose concepts of life and death are different from those of other races, would actually be sad over the death of their own people!

Something was wrong…very wrong.

Mu Xi asked: "Why did Gu Song die early?"

The Linglong people are closely connected with nature. They are extremely sensitive to the breath of life and can sense their own death in advance, even to the exact time and moment.

Her good friend, Gu Song, the leader of the Linglong tribe, calculated a month ago that the vitality in her body would return to nature at noon a month later, bathing in the sunshine when the sun was high in the sky.

However, in response to her question, the female Linglong tribe member replied: "The tribe leader died of excessive grief."

Muxi frowned: "Too sad?" This group of Linglong people regard returning to nature as going home?

No, something's wrong... something's very wrong!

She wanted to ask again, but the female Linglong started crying again and couldn't speak clearly when she mentioned these things.

The Linglong people that were present were very similar to her.

Mu Xi had no choice but to ask: "Your new clan leader should be Gu Song's child, Gu Feng, right? Where is she?"

"The new patriarch is in his bedroom in the castle. I haven't seen her for many days."

The female Linglong tribe member sobbed: "She was too sad for the death of the old tribe leader..."

Hearing this, Muxi had a bad feeling in her heart. She turned and flew towards the tree house. Her body quickly shrank and finally became the same size as the Linglong tribe, only the size of a palm.

She broke open the tiny wooden window of the Natural Castle and came to the bedroom where the patriarch lived.

As soon as she arrived at the bedroom, Muxi smelled the rich fragrance of flowers.

Her pupils shrank. This is...

The smell of Linglong clan blood!

Looking closely, on the bed woven with vines, there was a pale-faced female Linglong with a deep wound on her wrist. Emerald green blood was gushing out from there, staining a large area of ​​vines.

Muxi's expression changed slightly, and she immediately stepped forward, pried open the mouth of the female Linglong with one hand, and raised her other hand to her lips.

A red spiritual power flashed across, and her wrist was cut open, and hot blood flowed into the mouth of the female Linglong.

"...cough cough cough!"

The female Linglong, who originally had a weak breath, quickly turned red in the face after passively swallowing the blood, and began to gasp and cough like a person who was rescued from drowning.

She opened her eyes and saw Muxi beside the bed. She said in a hoarse voice: "Master Muxi, why are you..."

"Has anyone been here before?"

Mu Xi interrupted her, looking solemn as if thinking of something, "Is it that person who brought you sorrow?"