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

"How many storage instruments does she have?"

Zhao Yuren asked dully as he watched Bei Wan putting animal bones into the storage device.

Calmly stopping what he was doing, he looked at Zhao Yuren as if he was a fool: "You...didn't you realize that Bei Wan and I were both looking for storage tools at the beginning?"

"what?"

Zhao Yuren was at a loss, he didn't know!

He had been looking for valuable and rare treasures. After all, he didn't have many storage magic tools, so of course he had to look for valuable ones.

So, the two girls who were searching just now were looking for the storage tools scattered everywhere.

Just when Zhao Yuren was cursing himself for being stupid, several storage devices were thrown at him.

Bei Wan: "Be more careful next time."

Calm: "At least he is a proud person."

Zhao Yuren held those storage magic tools and looked at the two little girls with tears in his eyes, neither of them liked to laugh.

“You are such nice people!!!”

Bei Wan didn't even raise his head: "Don't praise me, good people don't live long."

This is what the fourth senior brother often said, but in fact the little girl felt a little embarrassed to be praised.

Calm and speechless: "Hmm?"

Zhao Yuren: ? ? "Then... scourge?"

"Zhao Yuren, say it again that my junior sister is a nuisance!"

A cold knife was pressed against the back of his neck, and the young man's smiling but cold voice came.

Bei Wan immediately dropped the animal bone in his hand, ran over hurriedly, and grabbed the corner of the boy's clothes.

This time we must hold on to our senior brother and cannot separate from him again.

"Brother!"

"Hey!"

Mo Yan raised his hand and rubbed the little girl's head as if he was petting a puppy.

Zhao Yuren, who was still being held against the knife, said: "Brother, can you move the knife away?"

Mo Yan looked at Bei Wan, raised his eyebrows and asked what was going on.

"He praised me for being a good person, and I said good people don't live long." Bei Wan said truthfully.

"Okay." Mo Yan had a faint smile in his eyes. He naturally knew why the little girl said that.

That was what Mo Yan often said before.

"Brother, how did you get here?"

Now, for Bei Wan and others, the news is far more important than the remaining animal bones and treasures.

Mo Yan said, "Do you know about the Spirit Beast Abyss?"

Bei Wan: "Just now a senior mentioned it. It should be the Spirit Beast Domain. What's the problem?"

"To put it simply, there are countless spirit beasts sealed in this Spirit Beast Abyss. If it weren't for the Xuanling cultivators who desperately sealed the Spirit Beast Abyss, Xuanling might not exist now."

“Then…” Zhao Yuren popped up, looking a little panicked: “Could this beast tide have broken the seal?”

As he finished speaking, the entire space began to shake and tremble.

Zhao Yujiao's figure fell to the ground. "There is a strong fighting outside. This space can't bear it."

Even the inheritance she was receiving was forced to be interrupted.

The deafening roar of the beast tore the space apart and crushed the sea of ​​consciousness of all living beings present.

Bei Wan felt his mind go blank. He looked up and vaguely saw a bull-headed, one-clawed beast occupying the entire sky.

The huge sky-blue figure made people look like tiny ants. Behind it were lightning and thunder, and rolling thunderclouds. It seemed that it had finally found a backer to cheer it up.

Opposite the Kuiniu, stood two figures of monks.

Under the powerful pressure, Bei Wan's voice was a little hoarse. She looked at one of the figures and said:

"That person is the ancestor I met."

Just as Bei Wan was looking at Ancestor Xuan Ling, the other party seemed to have noticed it as well, and lowered his eyes to look in the direction of Bei Wan.

I didn't expect that those kids were still alive.