It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

Ao Ling didn't care about its life or death. Like a mighty rooster that had won a battle, he raised his head high and looked at Song Tang.

"Master—I miss you so much!" Ao Ling yelled and rushed towards Song Tang.

Because his injury had not yet healed, he was flying unsteadily.

Song Tang quickly caught her and asked with concern: "Are you hurt?"

Ao Ling still maintained her thumb-sized dragon shape, with her two hind paws on the ground and her two front paws grabbing one of Song Tang's fingers.

He rubbed Song Tang's fingers with his dragon face, then looked at Song Tang with admiration and said, "It's just a minor injury, it's almost healed."

How could it be a minor injury? He had just received so much care from her and his injuries hadn't fully healed yet, so he must have been seriously injured.

However, Ao Ling did not give her a chance to ask in detail. He looked at her eagerly and asked, "Master, the base now has a mountain protection formation. Are you here to take me back?"

The two of them had agreed that once the Kyoto base could successfully activate the mountain protection formation, she could leave with Song Tang.

Ao Ling has been waiting for this day for a long time!

Since she recognized her master, she had only stayed with Song Tang for a few days in total, and had been separated from him for several months.

Song Tang paused, glanced at Yan Yi, and changed the subject: "I heard that you were very brave when the zombies surrounded the city, and everyone in the base praised you for being so awesome!"

Ao Ling immediately raised the dragon head high and said proudly: "That's it! Master, I tell you, you don't know..."

Seeing the master and servant who had not seen each other for a long time chatting, Yan Yi quietly left the Mountain God Temple with his parents who were originally here to take care of Ao Ling.

Ao Ling is not only the sacred beast of the entire base, but also everyone's favorite.

It was all because Ao Ling’s voice was sweet, just like that of a little girl of four or five years old, and she was also exceptionally polite.

No matter who he meets in the base, he calls them brother, sister, uncle, aunt, grandpa and grandma, and everyone likes him very much.

So everyone was heartbroken when he was injured this time, and Yan's parents even came over to take care of him personally.

She fed and changed the medicine every day, made delicious food in different ways, and fed it to Ao Ling bite by bite.

The way they dote on her is so doting that if you don’t know her you would think Ao Ling is their real granddaughter.

Now that everyone has left, the only voice left in the entire hall is Ao Ling's.

She chattered on and on, even with gestures, about what had happened during this period, and Song Tang would always respond and praise her at the right time, and Ao Ling would continue talking with satisfaction.

I don’t know how long they talked, the sky outside gradually brightened, and Ao Ling fell asleep due to exhaustion.

"You have suffered." He gently stroked Ao Ling's palm.

Ao Ling is a person who cannot sit still for a moment. The fact that he fell asleep while talking shows that he is really tired.

Put Ao Ling back into the palm of the statue. Ao Ling likes to sleep in the palm of her statue every day.

"Alas——" He sighed heavily.

After coaxing one little ancestor, it’s time to move on to another one.

Song Tang left the hall, thinking that Jin Teng had already run away, but he unexpectedly found that the other party was on the roof of the hall.

She flew onto the roof and happened to see a golden vine standing on the eaves of a corner of the hall, with a tender young seedling swaying in the wind.

If it weren't for its well-developed root system that firmly grasped the eaves, it would have been blown away long ago.

Another gust of wind blew by, shaking the golden vine violently.

Seeing this scene, Song Tang felt inexplicably sad and a sense of guilt arose.

She walked over, sat cross-legged next to Jin Teng, and asked as if she was chatting as usual: "Come to think of it, I still don't know what breed you are?"

The two leaves of the golden vine turned towards Song Tang, as if to say, How can you ask now?

"I have awakened a trace of the blood of the innate gourd vine." The golden vine looked at the whiteness in front of him and said in confusion, "The emperor said that I am the only immortal vine among all the immortal vines that has awakened the blood of the innate gourd vine. Although the blood is not pure, the vitality is strong. I only need a little bit of energy to live well."

Otherwise, when the spiritual energy was completely exhausted, the golden vine would not have been able to grow more than ten centimeters simply by relying on the energy overflowing from Song Tang's immortal body.

Song Tang didn't expect that the golden vine had such a great origin and even had the bloodline of the innate gourd vine.

In terms of background, she can't even be compared with Jin Teng.

Song Tang asked curiously: "Will you also grow a magic gourd?"

The innate gourd vine is full of treasures, the most famous of which are the seven gourds, all of which are innate treasures!

Among them, Patriarch Hongjun got three, namely the green gourd, the blue gourd and the green gourd; Niangniang Nuwa got the golden gourd and the red gourd; Taoist Lu Ya got the yellow gourd; and Taishang Laojun got the purple gourd!

If the golden vine could produce a gourd, wouldn’t it be invincible?

The golden vine shook its leaves vigorously and said confidently, "Of course! And it will be as majestic and domineering as the Xiantian gourd vine!"

As it said this, it felt a little discouraged. In fact, it had no idea whether it could produce gourds or how many gourds it could produce.

It has only awakened a trace of its bloodline, and it might not be able to produce any fruit at all.

The golden vine lay crookedly on the eaves, and said weakly: "I have only just sprouted, and I am still a long way from growing up!"

Especially because it has awakened a trace of the innate gourd vine bloodline, its growth period is much longer than other fairy vines.

But now there is no fairy spirit, not to mention spiritual energy!

In order to maintain its energy, it could only gnaw on the crystal core pitifully every day, and only then could it barely grow a little bit.

If it had taken root directly into Song Tangxian's body, perhaps he wouldn't be so miserable now.

But correspondingly, Song Tang's immortal essence would probably be almost exhausted by it and the Emperor's Seal.

It could still distinguish between being full at one meal and being full at another, so it forced itself to hold back and only absorbed a little of the immortal energy overflowing from the immortal body.

Song Tang didn't know yet that this pitiful little thing in front of her had actually once coveted her immortal body.

At this moment, she was racking her brains to think of a name for it. She touched her chin and said, "You have the blood of the congenital gourd vine, so why not give it the surname Hu?"

As Song Tang was bad at naming, he simply gave her the name Ao Ling because Ao Ling was the spirit of the dragon vein.

Should I call him Jin Teng Hu Teng? That's too ugly!

After thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't come up with a good idea, so I asked again, "Are you a boy or a girl? Once I know your gender, I can give you a name."

Jin Teng's voice has always been androgynous, sometimes like a little girl, sometimes like a little boy.

The two leaves of the golden vine turned around again, and Song Tang seemed to see two words on its face: speechless.

After a while, Jin Teng said quietly, "We plants don't have gender. We make our own choices after we reach adulthood, whether to walk as a male or female."

Then he sighed heavily and said, "I still don't know whether I want to be a man or a woman."

Looking at the five-centimeter bean, seriously discussing with him whether to be a man or a woman, Song Tang couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.