When Zhiyou was wandering around in the forest, Tangbaozi had to struggle out of his sleep because it was too uncomfortable to be carried. As soon as his feet landed on the ground, he stared directly at the top of her head and said: "Sister, there is a lot of light on your head.
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Zhiyou's big dark eyes were busy looking for the way, and he asked casually: "Black light or red light?"
The black one represents bad luck, and the red one is not good luck, but a bloody murderous intention. Maybe she has both.
The sugar bun was soft and glutinous and said: "There's a little bit of it."
There are also gold, purple, and white, and the black and red have almost been eaten up.
"I knew it!"
Before Tangbaozi could finish his words, Zhiyou angrily kicked the tree next to him, put one hand on his hips and pointed to the sky and cursed: "A dog is destined to die a good death!"
Seeing that she seemed very angry, Tangbaozi immediately comforted her and said, "Sister, if you are not angry, who is Gou Tiandao?"
"He's a bastard!"
Zhiyou cursed and led Tangbaozi to continue to find the way, without thinking much about the special features of Tangbaozi.
Tiandao has become numb to the scolding at this moment, and automatically filters out the words scolding him. Seeing Zhiyou wandering around in the forest like a headless fly, he only feels that the future is not optimistic.
Why can't she have a clear understanding of herself?
Why can't we let people finish what they say?
Her luck is now clearly hanging over her head. Feng Lingling will find her soon. He has given her a powerful enough golden finger and an obvious enough reminder. Why didn't she know how to prepare for a rainy day?
What is she thinking!
Tiandao couldn't help but peek into Zhiyou's thoughts, and then he was speechless.
What time was this happening? She didn't know what to do. The enemy army was about to set off in formation. She didn't want to think about how to fight the enemy. Instead, she wanted to find a small broken sword.
What use can a little broken sword do?
What's the use of hiding!
Also, you made a mistake with your opponent. Your opponent is Fengling Ling, not me!
The more Tiandao thought about it, the angrier he became, and he really wanted to give up completely.
But when he glanced down at the two people who were humming a tune for some unknown reason, he suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulders was extra heavy.
Okay, it's bad luck for him, he can only get used to the person he chooses.
Aren't we just looking for a sword? He can help me find it!
Tiandao dispersed his consciousness and started searching like a plow. After a lot of effort, he finally found it. However, after looking at the small broken sword carefully, Tiandao didn't know what to say.
That turned out to be the tomb of the ancestor of the Feng family, and the sword of the ancestor of the Feng family.
The Feng Family is the Feng Family that Feng Lingling belongs to. The reason why it can always stand at the top regardless of whether it is in the mortal world or the cultivation world is because the ancestors of the Feng Family have laid a good foundation.
Before the monks form elixirs, they will attack the boundary and go to another realm, the so-called world of cultivation, to continue their cultivation. This is also a rule set by the ancestors of the Feng family.
One can imagine how outstanding a person can be who can make rules and have them obeyed to this day.
It stands to reason that ascension is a piece of cake for the ancestor of the Feng family, but something went wrong and this person actually disappeared.
Legend has it that this person became a god directly, and the way of heaven is not clear about this.
Anyway, there is no god in this world, otherwise Zecang would not have gone crazy and done a series of stupid things after discovering the emergence of divine veins.
It’s hard to say whether he will become a god or not, but it is true that he suddenly disappeared.
Tiandao just sighed a little and stopped paying attention. If he hadn't recognized that the broken sword was the Zhiyuan Sword, he wouldn't have thought that the tomb was the tomb of Feng Zhiyuan, the ancestor of the Feng family.
There are indeed corpses in the grave. I can't even tell the truth about it, but the Zhiyuan Sword has always been guarding it, so it must be the deity.
Zhiyou actually had a relationship with Zhiyuan Jian, and now she has made up her mind. Although Tiandao felt that her plan would definitely fail, he still decided to give it a try.
Sugar Bun was babbling and humming tunes, pulling Zhiyou around in the forest, like a happy deer.
Zhiyou barely maintained his composure, unaware that he had a helpless and doting expression on his face, like a kind old man looking at his beloved grandson.
It's really weird for a three or four year old child to have that kind of expression.
Tiandao shuddered, turned into a big invisible hand, and pushed Zhiyou gently behind him.
Zhiyou only felt a gust of evil wind blow by, followed by the familiar left foot tripping over the right foot. It was obvious that he fell on the ground and rolled down the slope for some reason.
"The Way of Dog Heaven..."
Zhiyou hurriedly cursed and wanted to throw away the sugar bun and roll away alone, but naturally he couldn't get rid of him. Sugar bun's ability to stick to people was superb, so the two entangled and rolled down together.
Zhiyou had no choice but to stretch out his hand to protect Tang Baozi's head. The child was not clever to begin with, and if he fell on his head, he would be completely hopeless.
Tangbaozi followed suit and reached out to hug Zhiyou's little head.
He seemed to think this was a very fun game, rolling around, screaming and laughing non-stop.
"..."
Zhiyou was speechless for a moment and then started laughing.
Back then, when she was having fun all over the mountains and plains by herself, she was as happy as a little fool. If Gou Tiandao hadn't hindered her, she would have been able to live a life of heartless and happy life.
Humph, we'll see, if she turns over in the future, she will definitely let Gou Tiandao taste the feeling of being involuntarily.
It rolled for a long time before it stopped. It was unscathed as usual, except for being covered in grass leaves.
"Are you OK?"
Zhiyou pulled Tangbaozi up, and when he saw his bright eyes and flushed face, he knew that he had asked nonsense.
"Sister, let's play again."
Tangbaozi looked unsatisfied.
Well……
Zhiyou really wanted to fulfill his wish, but it really wasn't something he could do just because he wanted to.
If they were really stupid enough to find a slope that could roll down for such a long time, they might really fall into two idiots.
Just when she was thinking about how to make Tangbaozi understand the danger and weirdness of this matter, she suddenly felt that the scenery around her seemed familiar.
Looking at it in the blink of an eye, oh wow, when did she actually have the ability to make her wishes come true? She just wanted to find the little broken sword and rolled over.
"Just wait for me here obediently. I'll be back soon."
After comforting Tang Baozi, Zhiyou walked cautiously towards the middle of the valley.
The grave and the small broken sword were still in the same place. Zhiyou was scolded last time, and he was ready to be scolded this time.
Sure enough, as soon as she approached and pretended to draw the sword, Zhiyuan Sword issued a warning buzz and pressure.
However, before Zhiyou could react, the sword returned to calmness, and an aura full of inquiry began to slowly rotate around her.
"It's you?"
The sword spirit's voice was extremely confused.
He seemed to have seen this child a long time ago. He couldn't remember exactly how many years ago, but it was many, many years ago.
That was the first person he saw in this valley. Because he was just a child, he didn't care much about her offense.
Many years later he saw the child again, and he actually looked smaller than he had many years ago.
Zhi Yuanjian can confirm that they are the same person, so what happened to her? This chapter has been completed!