The little cat ears, which are no bigger than a fingernail, are missing a corner.
Wu Qiongcang stared at the gap, his eyes suddenly widened.
A gentle voice sounded in his mind.
"Little Qiongcang." With this gentle voice, a man in white slowly walked towards Wu Qiongcang, walked up to him, and squatted down.
"What's going on, why are you still crying? Who is bullying our little Qiongqiang? Tell Master, and Master will help you beat him up."
At first, he just lowered his head and sobbed softly, but when he heard the man's words, Xiao Qiongcang couldn't bear it anymore, grinned, and burst into tears with a "Wow" sound.
In that case, he was just like a person who was bullied by bad kids outside and couldn't beat him. He could only endure it and endure it. Finally, he hoped to find a parent who could support him and make the decision, so the grievances in his stomach were like
The tide that burst the embankment surged out in an instant and was out of control.
The man probably didn't expect that his comfort could actually cause a tsunami. He was obviously at a loss and didn't know what to do. He rubbed the top of Xiao Qiongqian's hair, which was crying loudly, and said anxiously: "Hey, don't cry.
Yeah, if you have anything, just tell Master..."
Although the man was anxious, his tone was still gentle, blowing through his heart like a gentle breeze.
Xiao Qiongqiang's crying stopped a little, but he was still sad. He raised his head and face that were red from crying, looked at the man with his black eyes filled with tears, and told his sad story with his small mouth.
The young boy of eight or nine years old had green and tender eyebrows, and there was no sharp light in his eyes. At this time, there was a cloud of water mist in his eyes. The tip of his little nose was also red, and the wings of his nose were twitching with the sound of sobs.
, looks cute and harmless.
Especially those round little cheeks, which are white and tender, with a hint of honey powder, like two pieces of white jade osmanthus cake exuding a milky fragrance, which makes people want to poke them.
The man thought so, so he did the same. He stretched out his slender fingers, gently pinched one of Xiao Qiongqiang's cheeks, shook it, and said: "Man, are you still crying, are you ashamed... Okay, don't
It’s sad, look what this is.”
The man said while spreading his palms.
...But there is nothing in the palm.
Xiao Qiongcang rubbed his eyes and looked again, but there was still nothing, so he asked the man with a thick nasal voice, "Master, what did you want me to see?"
"Look at the gift that Master gave to Xiao Qiongcang." The man said, and suddenly said "Eh" again, and then said sheepishly, "Ah, no, it failed. Master failed to conjure a gift for Xiao Qiongcang, alas.
"
After the man finished speaking, he said "Oh" in annoyance. Xiao Qiongcang hurriedly comforted him and said: "It's okay, Master, don't be sad. You can change it again and try a few more times. You will definitely be able to change it!"
The man looked at him and asked suspiciously: "Really?"
Xiao Qiongcang nodded his head vigorously and said: "Yeah, really, it's normal to fail once in a while, and it's not scary at all!"
"Oh, it turns out that our little Qiongcang understands this truth. Then, why does the little Qiongcang still hide and cry alone?"
The man said in a long tone, looking at the young boy with his mouth wide open in front of him with a smile. The young boy lowered his head and said in shame: "Master, Qiong Cang has realized his mistake. Qiong Cang will never cry again in the future."
The man rubbed the top of his hair again, pinched his chubby little cheeks, and said, "It's okay to cry, but you can't cry because of failure, because crying can't solve the problem. There are people who cry.
We might as well use this time to study hard, do you think this is the truth, Xiao Qiongcang?"
Xiao Qiongcang felt even more ashamed. He pressed his chin tightly against his neck and whispered: "Master, Qiongcang understands." After saying that, he ran away with his short legs and locked himself in the cave.
Half a month after he came out again, Xiao Qiongcang ran to his master and proudly handed in his homework: a chubby little orange cat with short legs.
Because it was his first time, he was so nervous that the little orange cat accidentally broke a corner of his right ear.
Looking at the short-legged cat with a missing corner of its ear, Xiao Qiongcang was a little frustrated, but the master said to him: "This is the first paper tie that our little Qiongcang has made. Master, you have to appreciate it... Well,
Although it is not perfect, it is still very unique, Qiongtian, are you willing to give it to Master?"
Xiaoqiongang is naturally willing.
Later, the short-legged cat with a missing corner of its right ear followed Master all the time.
In the end, he was swallowed up by the fire along with his master.
And the short-legged cat with missing ears that Master praised as unique is exactly the same as the short-legged cat painted on the small porcelain vase!
Wu Qiongcang stared at the small porcelain bottle in Yelu Moran's hand. Before he realized what he was saying, the words in his heart had already blurted out.
"Who gave you that bottle in your hand?"
At this time, he was breathing rapidly, leaning forward involuntarily, and staring directly at the small porcelain bottle in Yelu Moran's hand, as if the next moment he would have to bear the cost of having his shoulder blades torn apart, and he could not help but lean forward.
You have to rush over and grab the thing.
The reaction is visibly abnormal.
Unfortunately, Yelu Moran received a gift from Wu Qingchen for the first time. His whole body was filled with great joy. His head and feet were floating on the clouds. He was so dizzy that he didn't notice anything unusual in Wu Qiongtian.
.
Hearing this, he couldn't help but said proudly: "Of course it is a gift from my wife to me. Do you know what is in this small porcelain bottle? What is in this is a gift from my wife to me.
Pill!"
After saying that, he specially sent the small porcelain bottle forward for Wu Qiongcang to see, which was full of a sense of showing off.
Wu Qiongcang ignored his proud expression and only stared straight at the small porcelain bottle.
Identical little orange cat with short legs and missing ears!
Even the little yellow hairs on that round belly are exactly the same!
Wu Qiongcang is almost certain that the painting on the small porcelain bottle is definitely from the hand of his master!
Then... what about the elixir contained in the porcelain bottle? Was it also made by the Master?
Master...
Master!
Wu Qiongcang shouted in his heart. He forced himself to calm down, tried hard to suppress the excitement in his heart, sneered disdainfully, and said sarcastically: "It's just a few broken pills, look at you."
The result of his words was that his shoulder blades were almost torn apart, and countless threads made of black energy were frantically cutting into his flesh and blood.
Blood poured out of his body like rain.
The consequences were expected. Wu Qiongcang endured the huge pain all over his body, and met Yelu Moran's bone-cutting cold gaze. He spat out bloody foam and sneered: "Have you been exposed by me? Are you angry with shame? Huh,
Just a few pills have made you so beautiful, you are indeed a demon who has never seen the world..."
Before he finished speaking, a suffocating pressure suddenly hit Wu Qiongcang's chest.
The next moment, the sound of bones breaking continued to sound, crisp and harsh.
A fountain of blood immediately spurted out from Wu Qiongcang's mouth, and his internal organs seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and he let out an overwhelmed scream.
He quickly used his spiritual power to suppress it.
Fortunately, Yelu Moran still wanted to keep him as a formation eye, but he didn't really want his life.
There are very few monks in the Great Perfection state of the Divine Transformation Stage. It is rare to meet one in a hundred years, and it is even rarer to be able to take the initiative to knock on the door. Now that he has picked one up, he will naturally make the best use of it.
This is a good opportunity given to him by God and cannot be wasted.
Withdrawing the pressure, Yelu Moran narrowed his eyes, and his sharp-edged gaze fell on Wu Qiongcang, who was covered in blood. After looking at him carefully for a long time, he finally smiled and said: "Okay, I see you will soon
Since you want to become a puppet, I will take pity on you and let you see what the world is like."
An emperor who single-handedly built the Heavenly Dao Lingtai, an emperor who once controlled the entire immortal world. Not everyone is lucky enough to see the elixirs that such a person personally refines.
If Yelu Moran knew that Wu Qingchen gave away a bottle of something he regarded as a treasure just yesterday, and the recipient was a little maid, I wonder if he would still be as excited as he is now.
All in all, he was excited, excited, and in an extremely good mood, which made Wu Qiongang, who even looked at his rude words and had died hundreds of times on ordinary days, much more pleasing to the eye, and not so disgusting.
He took a few steps forward, unscrewed the small cork blocking the mouth of the small porcelain bottle, carefully poured out a pill from it, placed it on the palm of his hand, and handed it over for Wu Qiongcang to see.
"See clearly, this is the best elixir in the world."
He didn't notice Wu Qiongcang's rude words and dismissive remarks at all, all of which were just provocations.
As early as when Yelu Moran said he had mercy on him and let him see the world, Wu Qiongcang knew that his goal had been achieved: he had successfully aroused the big monster in front of him!
Humph, a beast is a beast, no matter how much he disguises himself as a human being, he is still a beast!
But at this moment, Wu Qiongcang couldn't care less about ridiculing the beast anymore. His heart was as crazy as a tsunami, and when Yelumo Ran poured out a pill and he smelled the familiar smell emanating from the pill, the tsunami hit him.
It exploded suddenly, and he was so happy that he could hardly feel the pain in his body.
Yes, the elixir contained in the small porcelain bottle was indeed made by Master!
And the most important thing is that the smell on the elixir is still very fresh, as fresh as if it has just been baked, without any of the ancient smell that has been dusted for thousands of years!
What does this mean?
It means that his master is back!
Master!
Master——!!!
Master, where are you——!!!
Wu Qiongcang's whole body was trembling, and his fists were clenched so tightly that his finger bones were almost crushed by him.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "No matter how good this elixir is, what does it have to do with you? You didn't refine it. How can you be so proud of it!"
Since the big demonic beast in front of him can get the elixir refined by the master himself, it means that the other party must have met the master somewhere and had interacted with him...
Why does Master have contact with this big monster?
But that's not important. What's important is how to get the master's whereabouts out of the mouth of that bitch Yelu Moran!
Wu Qiongcang: "If I'm not wrong, you must have snatched the pills in this bottle from others. What you demons like to do the most is robbing families and homes, isn't it? Huh, no.
I don’t know any monk who is so unlucky to meet a robber like you.”
As expected, Yelu Moran didn't realize that this was a trap. Being ridiculed by Wu Qiongcang pointing at his nose, not only was he not angry at all, but he was even happier and said proudly:
"You have guessed wrong. This elixir was not stolen by me. It was refined by my wife myself. Not only the elixir in this bottle, but also the small porcelain bottle was burned by my wife myself.
What came out... Oh, by the way, there is also the clown cat on the bottle, which was also painted by my wife myself..."
Wu Qiongcang couldn't hear what Yelu Moran said anymore, and a thunder exploded in his mind, which made his eyes red, as if he could instantly spit out two clusters of flames in the blink of an eye.
My lady?
This piece of shit Yelu Moran actually took possession of the Master... How dare he!!!
Wu Qiongcang couldn't bear it any longer, and a sweet and fishy taste surged up. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of sticky blood.
The next moment he struggled desperately.
The formation immediately suppressed him.
Threads formed by black gas were densely inserted into his body, and the flesh and blood were cut into pieces, and the skin and flesh still with human body temperature fell off.
However, before the bones were exposed, Wu Qiongcang did not hesitate to spend his cultivation, and immediately activated his spiritual power to heal himself, and then laughed more and more crazily. In exchange, Wu Qiongcang was suppressed by the formation more and more fiercely, and Wu Qiongcang used to deal with it.
The method is to continue to lose your cultivation without hesitation to heal yourself.
Over and over again, the blood on Wu Qiongcang's body was like an inexhaustible spring water, constantly pouring out without stopping.
The blood under the feet had grown from a small puddle to a shallow puddle, and now it covered the top of the feet and flooded the ankles... The air was filled with a thick and pungent smell of blood.
But Wu Qiongcang seemed to feel no pain and continued to struggle.
Such a desperate struggle is simply a lunatic.
Yes, he is a madman, a life-threatening madman - at least that's what he wants Yelumo Ran to think.
Aren’t you going to refine me and use me as a Formation Eye?
Come on, come on, while I'm still alive!
——Only by forming an eye for the formation, he can break through this tricky formation as quickly as possible.
The master has been usurped by this bitch Yelu Moran. He doesn’t know what kind of torture he is suffering from. He has to go out and save the master!
Wu Qiongcang struggled even more fiercely, and the soul-locking chain that penetrated his shoulder blades also began to suppress him. It was as red as a soldering iron, not only burning his soul, but also burning his skin and flesh. He could clearly see that the white bones were gradually changing.
It's as black as ink.
Wu Qiongcang almost had the words "I don't want to live anymore" written on his face.
Yelu Moran finally noticed his intention, and the pride on his face froze, and he sneered: "Want to die? Humph, how can that be possible?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a bloody ray of light suddenly burst out from the pool of blood at Wu Qiongcang's feet, climbed up his body like a spider web, and then wrapped him tightly.
This bitch Yelu Moran is finally willing to start. If he doesn't do it, he will be hurt to death!!!