Master is tempting, come to my disciple's arms

Bai Luoli was taking the Son of Fortune and preparing to leave this dangerous place, but a burst of inappropriate abuse and ridicule came from the alley next to them.

With a heart of justice and the instinct to help others when seeing injustice, Bai Luoli embraced the boy and they suddenly appeared at the scene.

In the alley less than three meters wide, five or six boys in fancy clothes huddled together, using their hands and feet, punching and kicking the boy who was surrounded in the middle. In this bitter winter, a thin layer of ice had already formed on the stone road. The biting cold wind blew like a sharp blade, "cutting" the exposed skin, which was cold and painful. If you were not careful, your feet might even slip, and if you fell, your butt would be broken into two.

The boy was beaten so badly that he collapsed to the ground, curled up into a ball, with bruises and scars all over his face and body. His worn-out linen clothes were tattered and torn, and he looked like a very miserable child.

The fierce spiritual energy rushed towards these evil naughty kids. A strong wind blew around them. The naughty kids were blown away by the wind without any ability to resist. As soon as they opened their eyes, they all fell to the ground.

Bai Luoli was not so ruthless. After all, these people were still children, otherwise he would have used more force.

A cold, mechanical voice burst out from his mouth: "You do evil things at such a young age. You are really born bad."

Bai Luoli hated these kinds of kids from the bottom of her heart. They were a bunch of spoiled dandies who bullied the good and feared the evil, the weak and feared the strong. What was there to be proud of and arrogant about?

The group of children were just as Bai Luoli had thought. They had never experienced such a scene before and knew that the man in front of them with an extraordinary appearance and demeanor was not an ordinary person. They were so scared that they cried for their parents and ran away in a short while.

Bai Luoli quickly stepped forward and picked up the boy lying on the ground. The boy had fainted and had two broken ribs.

My original intention of going down the mountain was to break through my spiritual path, and now I have picked up two sons for free.

Bai Luoli didn't know whether he was happy or sad, but judging from his furrowed brows, he was not happy. If he had known earlier, he would have let it rot on the mountain.

"Master, are you going to accept him as your disciple too?"

A soft and tender voice was heard, and Bai Luoli realized that it was the Son of Destiny who was asking him a question.

"I don't know if this child has any family. If not, then I will have to take him in as well. He looks younger than you, and I really don't want to leave him alone."

"Oh" the boy lowered his head, looking unhappy.

Bai Luoli felt that the boy's depression was beyond words, so she put her big hand on his head and rubbed his fluffy hair a few times soothingly.

They waited from dawn to dusk, and there were still three of them in the alley. It seemed that the child was alone.

Without waiting any longer, the man summoned Qinghong and brought them both back to Jiyue Mountain.

Upon hearing that Bai Luoli had brought two children back from the mountain this time, everyone rushed to Qingyanxuan to take a look.

It was not for anything else, but because Bai Luoli's behavior was too abnormal, which shocked and puzzled others. You know, he never went down the mountain, let alone brought people back. In the past, he never attended the disciple recruitment conference and went down the mountain to select disciples. Today was really like the sun rising from the west, which only happens once in a century!

"Junior brother has come to his senses. If you don't want to take it, then don't take it. If you take it, take two."

Xu Luoge said jokingly, and even Su Ziwei and Wen Guangbai echoed him.

But...what's the situation with this child lying on the bed?

Bai Li was also confused and shook his head slightly to indicate that he knew nothing about it. Afraid that the noise of their conversations would wake up the boy, he pointed two fingers together and a translucent barrier appeared above the bed, thus isolating the sound of everyone's conversation.

"Where did you pick up these two children, and what are their origins?"

Xiao Tianchen, who had been silent all this time, now asked a few crucial questions.

"Yeah, how did you bump into this kid?"

The others were also confused when they heard this. Bai Li omitted the details of the encounter with the people from the demon world earlier and only told the details of what happened afterwards.

Everyone felt uncomfortable after hearing this. The atmosphere was depressing and heavy for a while. When they looked at the two children, there was unconsciously more sympathy and care in their eyes.

As Su Ziwei is the most active person in the sect, she comes in handy at this time.

"Let me see what kind of child can catch the eye of Junior Brother."

Su Ziwei spoke as she moved closer to Mo Qianyu, examining the boy with her phoenix eyes inquiringly.

Bai Luoli was afraid that she would discover something, so she pulled Mo Qianyu behind her, "Senior Sister, he is still young and is most afraid of strangers. Don't scare him."

Su Ziwei stood up and pretended to be angry: "Look, you're already protecting me before you even start recruiting disciples. I just looked at this kid because he's pretty. Why are you so worried?"

These words made Bai Luoli feel a little embarrassed. It was his fault. How could he think of his senior sister as that kind of person? He was just too sensitive.

The man apologized deeply: "Senior sister, I'm sorry, I was overthinking it."

Su Ziwei didn't say anything, but just waved her hands twice to show that she didn't take it to heart.

The boy lying on the bed had not yet woken up. Bai Luoli removed the barrier and asked Wen Guangbai to take a look at him. He used his spiritual power to reconnect the wounds and ribs, but the man was still unconscious. Wen Guangbai, who was proficient in medicine, took his pulse and knew the reason.

"The child is very weak, there is no sign of food in his stomach, and he was attacked by the cold, which delayed his waking up. This bottle of swallowable pills is only taken twice a day, two pills at a time, which can help the child wake up quickly. Don't worry, brother."

A white-glazed porcelain bottle was stuffed into the man's hand. After Xu Luoge sent someone to deliver the small cotton robes and cloth cotton shoes that the two men were wearing, everyone returned to their respective peaks.

After seeing Xu Luoge and the others off, Bai Luoli felt very tired. He wanted to take a rest, but the reality did not allow him to do so.

Bai Li changed into a comfortable position and lay on the beauty couch, seeming to have fallen asleep.

The man grasped the boy's jaw with his big hand, forcing his mouth to open. A small pill rolled into his throat. He gathered force with his fingertips and the pill disappeared. Bai Luoli didn't want to be a father or a mother, he just wanted to be a salted fish lying down.

This is very similar to Bai Li. In fact, they are one and the same.

After feeding the medicine and checking his forehead, he found that the temperature was normal. Then he covered the boy with the quilt, tucked it tightly in every corner. Only then did he leave the room with the son of luck.

Bai Luoli was a mutated ice spiritual root, and he practiced ice magic, so his body temperature was much colder than that of ordinary people. Although the child's hands didn't have much flesh, they were warm like a hot water bottle, and the uncomfortable feeling of cold was dispelled a little. The man couldn't help but hold the little hand tightly, but forgot that the wound on the boy's hand had not healed yet.

"Hiss... it hurts a little." Mo Qianyu frowned and cried out!

Bai Luoli quickly loosened her grip a little, focusing only on the injuries on the little boy's body, but forgot that this little guy was also injured.

He used his own spiritual power to repair his wounds and make his skin smooth as before. Strands of spiritual power like water vapor penetrated into the larger wounds, stopping the pain and bleeding. The swollen and ulcerated skin was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After the two of them bathed and cleaned their bodies, Mo Qianyu was still young after all, and had already fallen asleep. Bai Luoli didn't need to go to bed, but what did this lucky child's hand mean? He kept holding his middle finger tightly...

The man frowned slightly, trying to free his middle finger, but the boy subconsciously held the base of his finger tighter, as if no one could take away his beloved toy.

Bai Luoli gave up struggling and had to let him go. Her thin body curled up in his arms, her shoulder blades on both sides protruding high, and felt very uncomfortable to touch.

Perhaps it was because the little person in his arms was too warm, he gradually felt sleepy, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Baili Qi and Jiang Yuning also encountered the same situation as Bai Li. Baili Qi returned to the previous sect exchange conference. Because he had useless spiritual roots and his cultivation speed was slow, and he might even be unable to cultivate, at a disciple exchange conference held by all sects in the cultivation world, he met Xu Luoge, who was still young and high-spirited, and a naive love sprouted.

During that period, he went to Jiyue Mountain almost every day. The leader of Yuxu Sect, Baili, could not resist the boy's request and pleading, so he had to send a message to the Immortal Lord of Jiyue Mountain, asking Baili Qi to stay for a while.

Xu Luoge was only a few years older than him at that time, but he was mature and steady and not frivolous. In addition, his master went into seclusion later, so the task of taking care of Baili Qi fell on him.

The two men were of similar age and had similar interests, so they soon became able to talk about everything and had endless topics to talk about every day. In addition to these, Xu Luoge would also take him to meditate and practice swordsmanship, study scriptures, and learn how to use the spiritual power in their bodies.

He originally had a useless spiritual root, but for some reason, with the help of Xu Luoge, he was able to practice. Although the speed was extremely slow, it was better than not being able to practice at all.

That period of time was the most beautiful and happiest memory in his life. Everything else could be forgotten, but this period of time could not be lost.

Jiang Yuning's illusion was much simpler and clearer, it was nothing more than his own blood relatives and fellow disciples.

Outside the scroll, disciples from various schools and sects passed the test one by one and were spit out by the axis spirit. They all received corresponding treasures, and even the female practitioners obtained their desired beauty items.

Apart from these people, no one knows that there are three other people who are trapped in the illusion created by the Axis Spirit and cannot extricate themselves. If enough time has passed and they have not discovered the mystery of this illusion, they will be forever immersed in this scroll and perish with it.

As spring goes and autumn comes, the four seasons rotate, Bai Li also feels something suspicious. The original body's personality does not match her at all, but is instead the same as her own. The male protagonist has revealed his intention to rebel at a young age, and what makes people feel even more uneasy is the hairpin.

Although he didn't read much of the book "The Counterattack of the Fallen Demon Lord", he has a system!

Whether it was the original body or himself, he didn't have this hairpin at all.

The scene before his eyes was like a picture played at twice the speed, passing by him frame by frame.

"Damn, it changed so quickly, I can't even tell what it's doing."

Bai Li grumbled in dissatisfaction at the scene which suddenly sped up, until the last scene, when the speed slowly slowed down again.

The man widened his eyes, his face full of shock. This scene seemed familiar, extremely familiar. This... isn't this what happened in his previous dream?

How did they appear here? The faces of the two people were not blurry as in his dream, but very clear and real.

The two men facing each other in the air were actually him and Mo Qianyu!

Bai Li couldn't accept this. Who would have thought that there would be such a situation of mutual hostility.

Seeing that the two people floating in the air were about to repeat the same mistake, Bai Li jumped up in desperation and flew between the two people, but he forgot one thing, that is, he had no entity now, just a phantom, and could not stop the incident from happening again.

Two energies of different natures exploded at the same time, rushing towards the two people's faces like a huge wave. Being attacked from both sides by these two unstoppable spiritual powers and demonic auras, Bai Li suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of blood. His internal organs seemed to be crushed by two thousand-pound boulders, and his body became more and more shaky.

"Master!——Bai Luoli!"

Bai Li cried out in a heart-wrenching and blood-sobbing way, with her eyes half closed. The world that was once so clear had become dim and all objects gradually rotated and twisted until they finally became hazy and chaotic.

At the last moment before he closed his eyes, he felt a pair of strong and broad hands tightly around his waist. Who could it be?

His scattered thoughts did not allow him to think for long, and the next second he fell into endless darkness.