During the play, she watched the grandpa she said came over, hugged her granddaughter with tears streaming down her face, and took her home with the little tiger she was holding in her arms.

After losing the inner elixir, ten years of practice were in vain. Compared with that small and crude hawthorn candy, this return gift was too heavy, but Yu Xi didn't care. He put it away carefully.

He took a small bite of the hawthorn candy, sealed it with magic, and hid it in his pocket, as if it was the most precious treasure in the world.

Time flies like an arrow, and the sun and moon fly like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye, another ten years have passed. During this period, Yu Xi was still hiding in a cave in the mountains and forests. Although he resumed his practice, it was a pity that he lost his inner elixir and lost half the effort.

The tiger cub grew up with Lingsheng and became her best playmate and most powerful protector.

Until that day, Yu Xi suddenly felt a tremor in his chest, which was the warning given to him by Zhen Yuan thousands of miles away. Realizing that Ling Sheng was in trouble, Yu Xi immediately rushed out of the mountains. And when he saw

When she was a little girl in the past, her complexion turned gray, while the old man beside her had a withered face, apparently exhausted of life.

Yu Xi never expected that the magic weapon on the corpse that day would be picked up by the old man and used as a prop to make money in the performance, which would also affect Ling Sheng. However, even if he identified the Kui Bone Flute, with his cultivation level, he would be far behind.

It is not enough to resist the power of the magic weapon. As a half-demon, he has inherent spiritual deficiencies. He cannot even transform into a phantom to cover up the deformed hand on his back, let alone fight against the Flute of Kui Bone and restore the strength of Lingsheng's ancestors and grandsons.

Angry.

At this moment, Yu Xi secretly made a decision. In exchange for his own voice, he used his voice spirit to compete with the bone flute, which greatly reduced the power of the bone flute to absorb souls. At the same time, he used his own demonic power to support the bone flute.

This magic weapon no longer absorbs the anger of Lingsheng's ancestors and grandsons. From then on, he became a mute and joined the juggling troupe. At this time, Lingsheng was already slim and tall, and she had forgotten the fleeting glance when she was three years old.

, I have long forgotten that “big brother with four hands”.

--does it worth?

Yu Xi had never thought about this problem. He only knew that every time he saw Ling Sheng hugging a tiger and playing with it affectionately, he would feel warmth surging in his chest and feel very peaceful and peaceful in his heart. In a daze, he seemed to have another

He saw the girl with a round and tender bun face holding the red hawthorn candy in front of him with a smile on her face with her short, fat hands.
Chapter completed!