Wang Chan looked at the little girl who was about the same age as him, but whose hands and ankles were covered with strangulation marks, and sighed in her heart. The world of cultivation is indeed extremely cruel. Such a little girl can be treated as a target of trade. It seems that among these people
He never regarded this little girl as a human being, but as a precious item that could improve his cultivation.
He is not a Holy Mother. He was born in the Ghost Spirit Sect and has long known the cruelty of the world of cultivation. The laws here have evolved over thousands of years and cannot be changed by one person's power.
He can promise not to do this kind of thing, but he has no way to influence other people's thoughts and actions. He didn't have the ability to save her at the auction before, but now, the little girl fell in front of him like this, but he
There is no way to ignore it anymore. There is a saying that goes well, cultivation is just for the sake of clear thoughts.
Picking up the little girl, Wang Chan quickly ran away into the distance. Once her face was seen clearly, it would definitely cause an uproar. Wang Chan did not stop until she flew to an uninhabited valley dozens of miles away.
Come down.
Looking at the other person's appearance, he was obviously hungry. Wang Chan took out a few spiritual fruits from the storage bag, squeezed them into juice, and poured them into the other person's mouth.
Perhaps because she was too hungry, she tasted the sweetness of the juice and drank it instinctively. After a few sips, the little girl suddenly woke up and picked up a piece of juice from the ground.
He looked at the young man who was about the same age as him with a wary expression.
Wang Chan didn't say anything, and handed the barbecue in his hand to her. The other party didn't take it, just like a small animal that had just been caught by a hunter, full of wariness and hatred.
Seeing that the other party ignored her, Wang Chan directly put the barbecue aside, handed her the cloak that the other party had previously used to cover her body, and continued to make a fire. The two of them just thought about their own things.
He stared at the fire in front of him silently.
The sound of gurgling sounded, but it came from the other party's stomach. After struggling for a long time, the little girl still couldn't hold back, and took a big bite of the barbecue on the side.
Although she had a lot of doubts about the little girl in front of her, Wang Chan didn't ask any questions, and she didn't intend to ask the other party to repay her kindness. She just treated it as helping a little girl in trouble, no big deal.
Wang Chan took out the two golden-backed monster mantises that she had bought earlier and asked them to go outside to find food alone. Although the cultivation of spiritual insects mainly relies on spiritual feeding pills, when there are no pills, the only option is to breed them
mode, and you can also practice your fighting skills. Although the two mantises are only about the size of fists, if they really come to fight, it is impossible for ordinary martial arts masters to beat them.
With a wave of your forearm, trees as thick as the mouth of a bowl can be cut down directly. Instead of calling it a praying mantis, it is better to call it a knife mantis!
When the little girl saw the two praying mantises, she was instantly frightened and her whole body started to tremble unconsciously. Aren't these two praying mantises the same ones that were placed in the auction house with her before?
What does this mean?
Doesn't this mean that the other party is not only a cultivator, but also that this young man was present at the previous auction? He knows his identity and value, but why didn't he control me?
At the age of twelve or thirteen, after experiencing such a major setback, she couldn't help but start thinking wildly. She couldn't figure out how this alien could not be tempted when he knew his own value? He also returned her invisibility cloak.
Own?
At this moment, she was ready to escape at any time.
"You shouldn't have eaten what he gave you just now. What if you were poisoned? Oh, Lan Xin, you are a big fool. You have suffered a loss once, but you are still so unsuspecting. Granny Wen, come here quickly."
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Just when the little girl was thinking wildly, Wang Chan spoke and said:
"You are not from Mulan Grassland, are you? If I remember correctly, the only ones who use tripods and gold-eating insects as totems are the immortal cultivators from Tianlan Grassland. In order to save you, even the Nascent Soul stage was dispatched there.
Yes, I think your identity is not simple! He should have put a mark on the cloak on your body, are you waiting for him?"
Wang Chan's few words directly broke the little girl's last chance. She never expected that the other party could know most of her details just by looking at her. I'm afraid this was not a young man, but a certain person.
Old monster, right?
Wang Chan shook his head and said:
"I'm not an old monster. I'm from Yellow Maple Valley. My name is Han Li. I'm not interested in your body. If I really wanted to sell you, I wouldn't wait until now. But there is one thing I'm curious about. You should be Tianlinggen
That's right, but why do people in Wanbao Pavilion say that you have two spiritual roots? Did you use any means to avoid the detection of the immortal stone?
Why don't we make a deal? Before your people find you, I will protect you and won't arrest you and sell you, but you have to tell me your method of covering your spiritual roots?"
I don’t know what Han Laomo’s expression will be when he finds out that someone else is using his vest?
Seeing that the little girl didn't speak, Wang Chan stopped asking questions, and the two continued to make a fire. What made Wang Chan a little strange was that the little girl neither agreed to his terms nor had any intention of leaving. Could it be that she
Don’t you understand what I’m saying? That’s not right, we are all cultivators, so there is no difference in language?
The two fell into a brief silence. At this moment, a flying boat-shaped magic weapon came quickly from the direction they came from and landed near the fire of the two.
One of the two monks was in the early stage of foundation building, and the other was in the late stage of foundation building. After getting off the flying boat, one of the male cultivators said:
"Brother, we really don't want to go over there and join in the fun? I heard that a lot of people died there. If we go over there now, maybe we can pick up a few storage bags. If there are dozens of middle-grade items in them,
With the spirit stone, maybe there will be hope if you break through to the later stages of foundation building!"
The older male monk heard this and shouted angrily:
"How many times have I told you not to participate in the fights of high-level monks? You will die without knowing how with just a wave of someone else's hand! Don't forget, it is what we relied on to reach our current state!"
As they talked, the two walked towards Wang Chan's fire and said with a smile:
"You two are friendly. We brothers have traveled here overnight and just want a place to rest. If you don't mind, how about we get together?"
Although the two foundation-building monks were polite on the surface, they were unambiguous in their actions. They sat down immediately, and the little girl covered her face early after sensing the arrival.
At this moment, she was extremely nervous. These two people were not good at first glance. If she recognized them, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Why doesn't this fellow Taoist show his true face? Is it possible that he is worried about us two brothers? Don't worry, we are not bad people and will not do anything to you two little kids."
After the younger monk finished speaking, he was about to take off the little girl's mask. If the other party really saw her face, the consequences would be disastrous. At this moment, she couldn't help but think of the so-called deal Wang Chan just said, and she was so anxious.
Next, he shouted two words directly to Wang Chan:
"make a deal!"
The voice was ethereal and melodious, like a breeze blowing through a wind chime. For some reason, at this moment, she felt that the only person she could trust was the young man named Han Li in front of her.