Dressed as a Grass GL

The girl in front of her looked calm, she didn't wear makeup on her face, and she didn't wear any accessories on her body. She only had a snow-white hosta stuck in her black hair, her youth was hard to hide.

The tree demon didn't turn into a human, so he said directly: "Sword Zhai Wangyou? Why, did you find the whereabouts of my little fox?"

It's only been two days, isn't the realm of comprehension small?

Although the dryad's tone was gentle, Zhai Wangyou still felt ashamed. After she went back, she met a marriage proposal, met Qingchuang and exchanged Master's news...

In the past two days, I didn't go to find the little fox that the senior said.

She shook her head: "This junior hasn't searched for it yet, so I came here for other things."

The dryad's tone remained unchanged: "What's the matter?"

Zhai Wangyou said expectantly: "Senior saw with his own eyes that my master's inner alchemy was dug out, and...he was seriously injured and died. This junior came this time because I heard that the master was not dead, so I came here to ask you for confirmation. "

The tree demon's entire face was heavy: "She really died. Although she didn't die at the time, she was rescued by me for less than three days. My little fox also ran away to the realm of comprehension because of her. Did not return."

The middle-aged Taoist nun was too worried, and she didn't know what she said to the little fox, so she let the little fox sneak away to the realm of comprehension, and didn't come back for so long.

Zhai Wangyou froze in place, the hope that had just arisen was shattered again, so was it just a delusion?Master she...

So her dream grass...

She bowed to the tree demon and thanked her: "Thank you senior for helping Master and saving me. I will try my best to find the whereabouts of the little fox when I go back, so as to repay the grace of saving me."

The tree demon watched her leaving in a hurry, and shouted from behind: "My little fox has just refined into a demon pill, and she can't transform into a shape yet. She is a 300-year-old little fox demon, red, very innocent and simple. ..."

From afar, seeing Zhai Wangyou nodding, she frowned and sighed, the little fox is too playful, when will she come back.

Zhai Wangyou returned to the realm of comprehension, and before she had time to go down the mountain, she noticed that there was a change in the messenger jade talisman in the storage ring, and she stopped.

"Elder Sister, the Qingchuang Hall of the Deacon Hall mainly sees you, is it convenient for you to see her now?"

It was Guanlan's voice, so he probably didn't go directly to the Beishan Peak to disturb him, so he used this jade talisman to send a message.

She announced to the outside world that she would be closed for half a day, but someone came looking for her again.

"See."

Even though he increased his speed, it was still noon when Zhai Wangyou returned to the North Mountain Peak.

"Fairy Wangyou really told me to wait."

As soon as I entered the yard, I heard the sound of the blue window.

Zhai Wangyou's face was slightly cold: "The junior is retreating, who brought the senior here?" Didn't you say that you should not disturb if there is no important matter?

It's just that someone came to visit, so why did he bring him here.

Qing Chuang smiled: "I just saw that you are not on this northern mountain peak, so I took the initiative to wait for you."

It means that she opened up her spiritual sense to investigate the North Mountain Peak, and found that no one was there, so she sent away the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect and went up the mountain alone.

When Zhai Wangyou thought about it, his eyes turned cold again, and he just let an outsider walk around casually, and no one followed him...

The sect master retreated all day long, the elders of Nanshan always didn't care about things, and the master had an accident again, the management of the sect became more and more relaxed.

She sighed in her heart, and looked at Qing Chuang: "What's the matter, senior?"

"I have a little thing I want to ask. I don't know what fairy Wangyou usually does with that dream grass in her dreams?" Qing Chuang raised her eyebrows and smiled, her eyes fixed on Zhai Wangyou.

Zhai Wangyou was slightly taken aback, could they have fallen asleep?

"Are you willing to let me go to someone else's dream to do what I did with you?"

"Dreams and dreams, I only want you."

"Master, will you go find me?"

"Master, I will find a way to come back"

She vaguely remembered those whispers, the emotions in her eyes fluctuated, and her voice was cold and emotionless: "I have never done anything."

Qing Chuang laughed again: "I know, so what did the dream grass do to you in the dream?" Is it really an unconscious attack?

Zhai Wangyou felt a sense of vigilance in his heart, this person seemed to be seeking proof?Could it be that the dream grass did something in the dream?

Could it be like that between them...

No matter what it is, as long as it is good for the dream grass, she has a decision in her heart.

"Let it be."

With just four words, Qing Chuang couldn't ask any more questions. Could it be that the grass really let the grass strangle her neck in her dream?

She raised her eyebrows: "I heard that Fairy Wangyou would make that grass dream every day, it's really unbearable for ordinary people."

Dreaming every day?Endure what ordinary people can't bear?

Zhai Wangyou almost summoned his long sword, what did the Dreaming Grass say to others...

How can the things between them be told to outsiders...

Seeing that Zhai Wangyou's face remained unchanged, Qing Chuang opened up his spiritual consciousness in a strange way, and then he was shocked, Nascent Soul Late Stage!

Obviously yesterday was still in the early stage of Nascent Soul, and the Kung Fu broke through again in one night?is it possible?

The Dreaming Grass already belonged to her, so could it be that Zhai Wangyou has other secret techniques, and that grass is not very useful?

But it doesn't look like he was so indecisive yesterday.

Could it be that they were all done on purpose for her to see? It seems that this Zhai Wangyou is not as simple as it looks on the surface, and that's right, a monk who can live to the Nascent Soul stage is not unfathomable.

She glanced down the mountain, and said quietly: "It seems that Fairy Wangyou has other ways to improve her cultivation, and that grass doesn't seem to be very effective."

Zhai Wangyou's eyes twitched slightly, isn't it very effective?

She hesitated for a moment, then said lightly, "She's just my spiritual pet."

"I'm really sorry, I hit someone by mistake." Qing Chuang continued to laugh, the grass was not completely useless, if the inner alchemy was loose, there would be an extra chance of breaking through. After all, it is earned.

Zhai Wangyou stared at her smiling face, and his tone became more and more condensed: "Master, she is indeed dead, and the news from senior is useless."

"At least let you confirm the news of Elder Beishan's death. Could it be that Fairy Wangyou wants to turn back on what she said? Farewell." Qing Chuang sneered. He didn't get any useful news today, so he made a futile trip.

Go back now and let that grass dream, you can only dream once a day, don't waste the opportunity.

Now that Zhai Wangyou is in the late stage of Nascent Soul, it's better to have more backup, so as not to cause more trouble, Qing Chuang thought to himself, walking faster.

Zhai Wangyou looked at her back, silently raised his head and glanced at the sun hanging in the sky, it was already noon, the autumn days were short, night would come earlier, it was getting dark soon.

In the deacon's hall, the blue window opened the purple gold cover when he returned to the room, and transformed into the size of the room, allowing himself to be in it.

"Quickly fall asleep." The attitude of the command, the tone of impatience.

Xi Zhou didn't speak, and obediently took human form.

In the dream, she still pretended to be unconscious, but this time she struck harder and more decisively than last time. Her left hand directly grabbed Qing Chuang's neck, and she used all her strength from the beginning.

Since you can't refuse, let's go out early, so as not to make this old witch feel better.

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