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

The Plush Taoist has always loved furry animals, so he wears furry fur coats regardless of whether it is summer or winter.

The moment the wind and thunder arrow exploded in his chest, most of his fur coat was torn into pieces, mixed with blood and splattered all over the sky.

At that moment he was like a bird with broken wings, falling helplessly from the sky.

The falling figure of the plush Taoist was reflected in Ji Qiuyu's dim pupils.

He could only see the Taoist's messy long hair and torn fur coat.

But it seemed as if I could hear the whistling wind and the pungent smell of blood mixed in the wind.

"no no……"

Ji Qiuyu was like a broken machine, with his language function stuck, murmuring the same word over and over again.

"Don't you want everyone to die with you?"

Ji Qingzhou's slightly cold voice entered Ji Qiuyu's ears, with a hint of sarcasm: "Ji Qiuyu, congratulations, you have got what you wanted now."

Her voice was not loud, but Ji Qiuyu felt as if thunder had exploded in his head, and a sharp tinnitus suddenly broke out in his ears.

"Do not--!!!"

Ji Qiuyu let out a mournful cry.

The pale flower vines wrapped around his body seemed to be irrigated with ripening spiritual fluid at this moment. They suddenly burst open and grew rapidly, wrapping Ji Qiuyu like a cage.

The flower vines continued to spread to Ji Qiuyu's limbs. His legs became the main trunk of the tree, which was entangled and raised by the flower vines, and his arms became branches for the flower vines to climb.

As the pale flower vines grew more and more luxuriant, Ji Qiuyu looked particularly small among the flowers and leaves.

But in a blink of an eye, the flower vine took over and grew into a towering tree.

Ji Qiuyu is just a heart in the tree trunk that provides nutrients.

With him as the center, huge sadness surged out like a tide, as if to drown the world.

The intense sorrow swept across the demon army that was chasing after Maorong Taoist in the distance.

The demon army, which had been arranged in an orderly manner, was defeated in the blink of an eye.

The wailing, moaning and wailing sounded like an interwoven music, playing in the air.

"Ji Qiuyu!!!"

An angry roar, a discordant note in the music, disrupted the sad wails.

Ji Qiuyu, whose black hair had long turned white and whose appearance was dull, finally moved his light-colored eyes when he heard the roar.

There was a trace of disbelief in his empty eyes as he looked towards the sky.

The plush Taoist priest, who was falling like a bird with a broken wing, was supported by Xie Ziye and lifted into the air again.

Liu Furuo hurriedly poured the medicine into his broken chest, muttering: "These were all given to me by Qing Zhou. I kept them all as a collection and have never used them yet..."

Taoist Maorong coughed up a mouthful of blood and stared at Ji Qiuyu, who was embedded in a pale tree trunk with snow-white hair and skin like an evil spirit, from a distance of dozens of miles away. There were unspeakable complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

There is anger, sadness, pain, and...

Panic, uneasiness.

A myriad of emotions were bubbling up in his stomach. He had a thousand words to say to his unrecognizable disciple, but when he reached his lips, he could only shout, "Ji Qiuyu! You unfilial disciple!"

"I fished you out of the snake cave and brought you to the human world. I don't expect you to become anything useful, and I don't ask for anything in return. I just hope that after you leave that dark and narrow dungeon, you can run freely and wantonly on the sunny land—"

"But what are you doing now?"

There was a hint of crying in the Taoist Maorong's roar.

At his age, he still thought that his tears had dried up over the past few hundred years.

Taoist Maorong's vision was blurred, and he shouted at Ji Qiuyu in frustration: "Are you going to follow your aunt's example and leave an old man like me alone to watch over New Year's Eve?!"

His word "auntie" was like a dusty key, piercing Ji Qiuyu's chaotic brain, turning the rotten gate, and awakening the distant and trivial fragments of memory.

When others heard Taoist Maorong say "aunt", they just thought it was some relative of his.

But Ji Qiuyu knew that the Taoist Maorong was talking about his master, the former leader of the Spirit Beast Sect, whose honorific title was "Jingzhe".

Taoist Jingzhe's temper is just like her thunder spirit root, she will explode for no reason.

Apart from the empty-headed spirit beasts who only want to kiss you when they stutter, few people can get along well with Taoist Jingzhe.

Taoist Jingzhe is not interested in dealing with outsiders.

But in the eyes of outsiders, she is considered to be a loner and weird, but she chose to take a socialite as her apprentice, who has a completely opposite personality to her.

During the hundreds of years that Taoist Maorong was the disciple of Taoist Jingzhe, most people in the world of immortal cultivation had seen him in such a miserable state that he was chased all over the mountains by Taoist Jingzhe with the insole of his shoe.

It is common for people to scream and cry when they are electrocuted by Taoist Jingzhe.

Taoist Maorong would not mention these embarrassing things to Ji Qiuyu.

He only chuckled at the little boy who had not yet lost his animal instincts, threw his chopsticks and bowl aside, and buried his head in the plate to slurp his food on New Year's Eve of the first year after he brought Ji Qiuyu back home: "Your eating noise is as loud as your aunt's."

“Xiaoyu, even if you learn human manners in the future, you can still eat so loudly in front of me.”

"How wonderful."

On the New Year's Eve of the following year, Taoist Maorong was a little tipsy. Hearing the noise of Ji Qiuyu eating, he mentioned "aunt" again.

Ji Qiuyu had already learned some human knowledge by then, so he retorted: "My aunt died a long time ago."

His dark pupils were particularly bright in the candlelight, as if there was a flame burning in them: "The new emperor's army broke into the harem, and my aunt and a group of female relatives took up knives and fought with the gang until the end. Most of the people who broke in died, and my aunt and the others were all dead."

Listening to his emotionless words, Taoist Maorong was silent for a moment, then explained: "I'm not talking about the lady you mentioned, but another one - my master, Taoist Jingzhe."

Ji Qiuyu remembered that when Taoist Maorong mentioned the word "Jingzhe", he paused for a long time before pretending to be nonchalant and continued, "She is like a teacher and a mother to me. You should call her grandma, but she always likes to call herself aunt. You can call her that. She will definitely like it."

"When this lady left, there wasn't that much of a thrill."

"On a certain day, she called me to the portraits of my ancestors, threw the sect leader's order to me, and forced me to acknowledge her master and become the sect leader of the Spirit Beast Sect."

The plush Taoist said, "I yelled and refused, so she slapped me."

Ji Qiuyu, who was very vindictive, stared at him and asked, "You fought back?"

"Do not."

The plush Taoist smiled and said, "I listened to her."

Ji Qiuyu couldn't believe it: "She even hit you!"

"But that slap didn't hurt."

Taoist Maorong said softly in a tone that Ji Qiuyu couldn't understand at the time: "That slap didn't hurt at all. It didn't have much strength."

Ji Qiuyu curled his lips: "Then she must be very weak!"

The plush Taoist tapped his head: "Because she is dying."

Ji Qiuyu fell silent suddenly. Even though he had only a vague understanding of the human race and often caused trouble, he still didn't think there was anything wrong with him.

But at this moment, Ji Qiuyu suddenly felt that he seemed to have said something wrong.

Taoist Maorong continued, "That night, she went back to her room and took a nap."

Ji Qiuyu knew, however, that powerful cultivators did not need to sleep.

"I stayed outside her door all night."

"The next day when I opened the door, she was still as soundly asleep as ever, but I knew she would never wake up again."

"That day was New Year's Eve. She complained that I didn't make enough dumplings the year before and that she wasn't full, so she asked me to make 500 dumplings for her the next year."

"I made those dumplings, but she didn't get to eat them. They were left in front of her grave, where they got heated and then cooled again. They only benefited a bunch of fluffy people in the mountains."

When Taoist Maorong said this, his deep eye sockets were already wet, but he forced a smile to Ji Qiuyu: "The old lady passed away in her sleep, which is already very good."

The sound of spring thunder startles all insects and awakens all things, but it is surprisingly quiet when it leaves.

"Light rain."

Taoist Maorong touched Ji Qiuyu's head and said, "Hundreds of years later, you will come and see me off."

Reeking of alcohol, he fell on Ji Qiuyu, almost crushing the half-grown child.

Ji Qiuyu wanted to push the drunk guy away, but heard him mumbling in his sleep: "Don't do it again..."

"Let me see my family off."