my dignified devil

Trembling, said in a small voice: "Bear, keep chasing me."

Zhang Lingshu laughed unkindly.

It was night, and Fu Zixi hadn't come out.

It's really strange, I, the Demon Venerable, have nothing to worry about, and one or two of the pampered Xianxiu of Tianyao Sect have deep obsessions.

Until Yinshi, there was still no movement in the attic.

I'm a little uneasy, did something happen to Fu Zixi?

Looking at the two people who were meditating and adjusting their breath, I quietly entered the attic.

26. Chapter 26

Pulling Qi Ling out, I asked, "Where is the Nascent Soul cultivator who came in with me?"

Qi Ling snorted proudly: "Why should I tell you?"

You are so stubborn, you little wit.

"I can easily obliterate you."

"You are just relying on yourself to have a spirit treasure that restrains me. What's the big deal? If you kill me, everyone inside will die." He said disdainfully.

"Is it."

I made Sen Han smile, released a little coercion of the transformation stage, and looked down at Qi Ling: "At worst, you will die. Who do you think you are, you can threaten me."

"Thousands of years of practice are ruined at once, can you bear the price?"

As I said that, Ben Wu had already appeared in my hand.

Qi Ling finally showed fear, and said calmly: "You won't gain anything by forcing your way in, why don't we make a deal."

Nothing spins at my fingertips.

"The illusion can only be escaped by the entrant, but I am the spirit of this place after all. I can send you to his illusion. As for whether you can bring him out, it depends on yourself."

Fu Zixi was really stuck in it.

"As a condition, you must take me out of here and set me free."

"When you are in the illusion, I will try my best to help you."

"Sounds good. Are you afraid that I will kill you when I come out?" We demon cultivators are best at killing people and destroying promises.

Qi Ling gritted his teeth and said: "I know you are a demon cultivator, and the demon oath has no effect. I will suppress a wisp of his soul until I escape with the main body, and release it after confirming my safety."

"If I wait until you release your soul, I will hunt you down."

"You have a spirit treasure, so there is no reason to chase after me, an acquired spirit. Since I dare to make a deal with you, I have some trump cards."

"Okay, very thoughtful." I praised, "Did you learn this temper from your master?"

Qi Ling didn't want to mention it: "I refuse to answer."

"Then, tell me about his current situation inside." Of course, my main purpose is to find Fu Zixi.

The mist first rises and then slowly dissipates.

Qi Ling said in a voice: "Look for yourself."

I had several assumptions in my mind, guessing what Fu Zixi's inner demon was.Was it because she couldn't make a breakthrough in her cultivation until her longevity was cut off; or she was betrayed, which led to her depression;

neither.

Without him, because Fu Zixi in the illusion is only seven or eight years old.

The setting sun melts gold in front of my eyes, the setting sun is like blood, and the blazing rays of light cover the entire sky.

The boy stood among the cluttered corpses, his whole body was blood red, and he couldn't tell whether it was the sunset glow or the blood.

In the unclear twilight, I recognized him as Fu Zixi at a glance.

He stepped over the grisly corpses, taking one step at a time, until he walked under a tree standing abruptly in the wilderness.

The young girl tied to the tree is the only living thing nearby.

The girl's beautiful eyes were full of horror.

Fu Zixi raised her head, her face was covered with blood, and her expression was innocent and joyful: "Sister, I killed them all."

If Fu Zixi was born in the Mozong, he would definitely be a talent to be made.I should have snatched the natural demon seed from Tianyao Sect a hundred years ago.

The girl dodged her eyes, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Are you unhappy?" Fu Zixi tilted his head to catch her eyes, suddenly realized, "I haven't put my sister down yet, did they hurt you?"

He picked up the knife that was thrown on the ground, it was longer than him, and cut the rope.

The girl broke free and quietly stood a little further away.

Fu Zixi glanced at her pointed toes: "Why don't you speak?"

"Thank you, thank you." The girl spoke incoherently.

My brain started to hurt, and I felt like I couldn't do anything.

Could it be that the seven-year-old master has a relationship with a beautiful girl?Or is Master being stimulated by killing too many people?

"Qi Ling." I called out the instigator.

Qi Ling reluctantly came out.

"What happened up front."

"You can only see the previous illusion, you can't change it." Qi Ling said.

"Do you want to talk too much? Show me." I was not polite.

This time, the scene was not as exciting as before.

It should be the beginning of the story. Little Fu Zixi was walking in an unknown city, wearing a torn and expensive cassock, her immature face covered with dust.

Without the cover of blood, I can clearly see the face of the master in the human cub period, which is quite cute.

How did Fu Yuzheng take care of the child? He was able to leave such a young master alone. The rebellion of the child was due to the parents not taking care of it when they were young.

The little master took small steps, looked around the street, saw a stall full of amber sugar figurines, and leaned over and said, "I want this."

The stall owner was busy, and he caught a glimpse of him waving his hand impatiently from the corner of the eye: "Go, go, ask for food and go somewhere else."

Fu Zixi reached out to reach the sugar figure on the shelf.

The stall owner pushed him to the ground and yelled, "Little bastard, you dare to steal from grandpa."

The little master must have been in pain from the fall, with tears in his eyes and a stubborn look on his face.

No one will show mercy.

In the shadow of the corner of the city wall stood a big man resting his feet, helped the little master up, and glared at the stall owner.

The stall owner dare not fart.

The big man said to the little master in a friendly manner, "Are you hungry?"

The little master looked at him defensively, then touched his stomach and nodded.

"Where's your family?" The big man hugged the little master and asked.

The little master didn't speak.

The big man bought two pies with him in his arms and handed them to him.

The little master took a bite and threw it away: "I won't eat this."

As expected of you.

The author has something to say:

What kind of protagonist is a big man without a past?

27. Chapter 27

The big man was stunned for a moment, looked at the noble face of the little master, and endured it.

Good looking people are often privileged.

He bought steamed stuffed buns, snacks, fried cakes, candied haws, and pig's trotters one after another. The little master picked them up and smelled them, but refused to eat a single bite.

The face of the big man who was not white at all was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Until passing by a fruit stand, the little master raised his hand condescendingly: "Give me that."

The big man bought only one pear with great experience.

The little master took it and took a small bite gracefully: "Shang Ke."

The phrase "Shang Ke" moved the big man to tears, and he immediately bought half a basket of pears and carried the basket on his shoulders.

The little master was very picky about his food. The pears were only willing to eat the outer circle of flesh, and he refused to eat the slightly sour pips inside. The big man hugged him, walked all the way, threw pear pips all the way, and gradually came to a place in the city. The door of the dilapidated courtyard.

The courtyard door, which seemed to be unoccupied for a long time, opened a crack, and said in a low voice, "Who?"

The big man said: "It's me."

The courtyard door was opened, and the big man quickly entered and closed the door.

It was a young man who opened the door. Seeing the little master with his back turned to him, his eyes were wary: "Fourth brother, why didn't you go to watch the wind, why did you bring one back?"

The big man said: "Go into the room and tell."

There are five or six men hiding in the house, and they all look up when they see a big man coming in.

The big man put down the basket of pears, hugged the little master in front of everyone, and proudly said: "Look at this baby's face, how much will you get if you sell it to Mingde Shangxian?"

A few rays of light through the broken window hit the little master who was concentrating on eating pears.

I don't know if I was sold, you little idiot.

One of them exclaimed: "Where did you get it? There are quite a few beauties in my hands. None of them can compare to this little doll. Even Mingde Shangxian probably never got such a good one." goods."

Amidst the admiration, a scarred face who looked like a leader said calmly: "He doesn't wear anything like ordinary people. We still need to escort the goods this time, so don't make any troubles. No one can afford it if something goes wrong. "

"Brother, I'm careful. This doll entered the city alone, and her clothes are torn. She probably has been homeless for a while. Even if she has a family, she won't be in this city. If we go out of the city tonight, who can find it? "The big man explained.

"That's right, brother, after all, it's all goods for the gods, so what can we delay?" Several other people agreed.

Seeing that they all agreed, "Big Brother" could only agree.

"Fourth, why did you buy so many pears?" Someone asked.

The fourth child complained: "Don't mention it, I don't know what the little thing eats to grow up, I don't eat this or that, I'm willing to take a bite of this pear, I'm afraid I won't be able to buy food on the road, and I will starve him again." Dead, buy more."

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and suddenly someone asked, "Isn't he a fairy boy?"

The boss stood up, took out a wooden box out of nowhere, and opened the lid: "Test it."

Inside the box was a fist-sized dusty bead. I recognized the lowest spiritual power ball, which was often used by mortals and low-level monks to test their spiritual root aptitude.

The little master's hand was put on it, and the spiritual power ball burst into light, and the whole ruined house was filled with blue light, and the big men who were illuminated were stunned.

At the same time, I also saw clearly that there was a girl with a sack over her head tied to the bed, and she should be the "cargo" they escorted.

It's still Mingde Shangxian, I'm afraid it's a wicked old ghost who buys mortal women to ruin it.

One tremblingly took the spiritual power ball away, put it into the box tremblingly, and said tremblingly, "Boss, is this the spiritual root?"

"Or, let's let him go..." Someone retreated.

Greed flashed across the boss's sharp eyes: "Shangxian said that there will be rewards for those who find spiritual roots. After finishing this ticket