A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

Bei Wan squatted in front of the young boy and looked at him openly.

"Do you still want this coffin? I want to use it."

"If not, just blink."

Under Bei Wan's gaze, the young boy blinked cooperatively.

It's hard not to doubt the degree of well-behavedness.

Now even if Bei Wan wanted to kill him, he would just blink and agree.

"it is good!"

Bei Wan responded.

then.

The little guy quickly lit the fire and lit the coffin.

Yes, it was burned directly.

With the support of the fire fir tree, the power of the phoenix fire has increased to a new level.

Although it is far less powerful than the Poinciana tree.

But this is a coffin made entirely of fir wood!

The victory is to be large, the burning time is long enough, and the fire area is large.

The little boy lying in the innermost part of the coffin had a spiritual shield around him that was maintained by Bei Wan to ensure that he was not really burned.

You know, even though I used the phoenix fire to suppress the cold poison of the third senior brother, the third senior brother was miserable afterwards.

Now she is conscious and can control the Phoenix Fire.

Naturally, there is no need to let such a beautiful child turn into a little black egg.

It doesn’t look good, let’s talk about it.

This is because she is in the wrong, so she must do her best and use the best.

Bei Wan methodically controlled the spiritual shield flowing around the young man's body.

The phoenix fire burned the fir trees, blazing flames rose into the sky, and light cyan ashes rose with the wind.

Bei Wan naturally knew that such a change would soon attract people.

But so what.

Since she chose to use fire fir wood, she was ready for a quick victory.

Time for half a cup of tea.

Bei Wan's sleeves waved and the fire light dissipated.

All the phoenix fire returned to the body.

"Slower!"

Bei Wan exclaimed, but his movements were not slow at all.

At the moment when the frail young boy fell to the ground, he held him firmly.

"Thank you, thank you."

The young boy's voice and appearance were a bit different. I thought he would be cold and distant, but unexpectedly, he was soft and shy.

When he was talking, he didn't dare to look at Bei Wan. His silver hair made him even more spotless, and he bit his lower lip gently, as if he wasn't used to it.

From the look on his face, Bei Wan thought he didn't like being touched.

So, after he stood firm, he quickly let go.

The little guy was also magnanimous. She stretched out her finger to touch the coffin, and then took out the spar she had just snatched from his neck.

"I stole you from the mourning hall for this crystal stone."

"I was a little embarrassed at first, but I saved you. This crystal has a very strong aura of my elders. I want to keep it."

"do you think it's OK!"

Zheli looked at the magnanimous little girl in front of him. Under her gaze, his ice-blue eyes slightly curved and he nodded slightly.

"Okay, take it if you want it."

The attitude is so refreshing.

"That……"

Bei Wan glanced at the sky, and then at the young boy with a delicate face and fine clothes.

"Go back quickly! Your father should be very worried now."

With that said, the little guy was ready to step back and run away.

Just a second before she wanted to run away.

There was a sound of something falling to the ground behind me.

Bei Wan turned around subconsciously and saw the young boy who was still standing just now.

At this time, he fell to the ground.

Her silver hair was scattered, her little head was slightly bowed, and her golden-red clothes were spread out on the ground, like a sickly plant that would crumble casually.

He seemed to notice Bei Wan looking back at him.

The little boy raised his head timidly, his ice blue eyes feeling extremely vulnerable at this moment.

One look is worth a thousand words.

Bei Wan:......

In this case, I’m afraid it’s not:

If she steps forward, this little boy will be right here.

But if she sends the young boy back, there will be danger.

She was the one who brought this young boy who had been dead for a long time back to life.

After returning to the tribe, I was afraid of being suspected, being arrested and forced to confess, and getting into trouble.

But looking at the young boy's clear and harmless eyes, Bei Wan slowly walked to him and helped him up.

Those round amber eyes looked at the young man seriously: "I can send you back, but you promise me three things first."

The young boy's eyes lit up and he nodded hastily: "Okay."

The love in her words and eyes almost overflowed.

The worthless look made Bei Wan feel a little uncomfortable.

"I'll send you back, but you can't say I saved you."

"You can't say I stole the coffin."

"Also, I'll take you back, and you'll make sure I leave safely."

When it came to the last one, Bei Wan's attitude was extremely firm.

"Okay, listen to you."

The little boy still nodded obediently.

Bei Wan:......

No, my child is a bit panicked when you do this.

Isn't it time that your father said: Keep her?

You also said neatly: Okay?

"What if your father forces me to stay?"

Bei Wan spoke straightforwardly and directly asked the doubts in his heart.

The young boy said without thinking: "I let you go, and no one will stop you."

Bei Wan:......

So confident?

Regardless of whether he was confident or not, Bei Wan still chose to believe it and sent him back.

Maybe it was because the coffin was being clicked a little too loudly.

Not long after she escorted the young boy away, she was discovered.

Before she could leave, a figure rushed towards her.

He is the leader of the tribe.

"My son!"

His big rough hands wanted to touch the young man in fine clothes, but he seemed to be afraid of breaking the young man, so he didn't touch him after all.

"You are still alive!"

After saying this, Bei Wan, who was standing beside him, frowned slightly.

Listen to this, something is wrong.

But it's none of her business.

Just when she was about to leave, the little boy grabbed her clothes as if he was feeling something.

"elder sister……"

The timid voice of the young boy sounded.

Bei Wan looked at him. There was no nostalgia in his eyes, but a hint of vigilance.

As if asking him what's the matter.

If nothing happens, she will leave.

The young boy didn't seem to notice the change in her mood.

He looked at her with wet icy blue eyes and said in a soft voice:

"The thing you want is from the Hundred Demon Sacrifice Pit. I will go to the Hundred Demon Sacrifice Pit soon. If that thing is very important to you, how about... staying here?"

His voice was soft and slow, like soft white snow, with a hint of flawless cleanliness and softness.

Bei Wan hasn't spoken yet.

This was the second time she heard the term "Hundred Demon Sacrifice Pit".

After the excitement, the clan leader stood up.

The tall patriarch looked down at Bei Wan with an unkind expression.

"Son, who is she?"

The young man who was dressed in fine clothes but actually looked cold moved his steps lightly, protecting Bei Wan behind him.

First, he glanced at Bei Wan with a somewhat uneasy expression.

After seeing that there was no fear on Bei Wan's face, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the clan leader in front of him with a cold face, and although his voice was childish, he said coldly: "Friend."

Bei Wan, who was protected behind him, suddenly heard the word "friend" and his eyes fell on the young boy involuntarily.

It seems like...

The voice and tone when speaking to her were different.