Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

Feng Yangye was blowing gusts of cold wind, looking at the two people standing in the sloppy snow and talking about love, he was thinking whether he should pick apples for a while and come back to find out what was going on with his apprentice, so he moved away. With a kick, Wucheng suddenly fell into the arms of the ancient demon and passed out.

"Cheng'er..." Feng Yangye rushed to the side in two or three steps, extremely anxious.

After all, Feng Yangye is Feng Yangye, he thinks that important people are important, he doesn't care what the identity of his apprentice is, anyway, even the Taoist companion is an ancient monster, it doesn't matter if the chief apprentice is an ancient demon king, although He was a bit puzzled why Wucheng would cultivate immortality without any original memory, but compared to these, he cared more about the well-being of the young man in front of him.

The head sect wanted to penetrate his disciple's consciousness into his disciple's body to investigate, but Liu Qianshan blocked him, clenched Wucheng's hand uneasily and looked inside the Taoist companion's sea of ​​consciousness alone, the whole sea of ​​consciousness trembled The pain is extremely violent but can't find the reason, so I can only try my best to suppress it and have no other way.

In the past few days, Gu Yao's mood went up and down a few times, and he could hardly keep his composure. He hugged the young man and dared not move, "Huaihai..."

"Save me... Qianshan... Qianshan..." Wu Cheng whispered a few words, he didn't know what he saw, his expression was anxious, and he was sweating coldly.

"Qian Shan, let me see him, don't panic," Feng Yangye held Gu Yao's arm, ice shards formed on the palm of his hand, and a terrible chill ran along his arm to his heart.

The Qiankun bag left by Shui Wufeng moved, and some of the children's playthings that Feng Yangye found strange before turned into magic weapons and rushed out to protect him. One of the rattles had the strongest breath , instantly changed into the black long knife that Xianxiu had borrowed and separated between the two of them. Black lights rushed out from the blade and wrapped Feng Yangye's hand carefully and pulled him away.

Feng Yangye was stunned for a while, seeing the growing snow around him, and the ice seems to be getting farther and farther away, he frowned, "How is the city?"

Liu Qianshan did not respond to him, and guarded Wucheng steadfastly.

Feng Yangye resignedly wanted to stretch out his hand to pull him, but was blocked by the black long knife, and the voice from the unspoken weapon spirit passed through, and the voice was a bit like Chijiri. Feng Yangye's heart tightened when he heard it: " Don't touch him now, Shengjun doesn't want you to get hurt..."

Yang Ye Shangxian took a look at the black long knife, withdrew his hand, squatted aside and rubbed his lips for a long time, and persuaded the snow demon who ignored him, and asked him to take his apprentice down the mountain to rest.

The Ningyuan Hanpo that was taken out by the boss of Heidao was put back together into the same Qiankun bag, and it was mixed with four or five pieces of magical artifacts that were not in the same rank as it. People are not around, but things are really left behind, and so many mighty and domineering spirit weapons are completely disguised like toys, this is really seeing his master as a stupid son.

As for his stupid master, he knew a few days ago that he slept like a sticky beanbag hugging the demon head, and it was bored with the spirit of the weapon, but it saw all the care of the demon.

Not only are these magic tools carefully selected to be gentle and gentle, but they are also specially transformed into children's toys to amuse Feng Yangye.

Even those seemingly mediocre fruits are left to Feng Yangye to eat after weakening the spiritual power contained in the rare spiritual fruit in Sizhou nowadays, for fear that the spiritual power contained in the fruit will be too strong to hurt his cultivation. It is the dantian of the humble master.

His master is fine, he ate so much, just one thought—sweeter than the ones he picked...that is...the fruit you eat has a maturity cycle longer than your age...the piles of spiritual fruits have all been weakened. The waste fruit is just to make you feel delicious, and it is not so wasteful to be so rich.

Ningyuan Hanpo helplessly wants to let out a long sigh... Thinking about myself following Feng Yangye, it seems that it makes sense to always be used to do some shoveling and barbecue work... It's fate...

Ningyuan Hanpo muttered in his heart for a while, the change of Wucheng Consciousness Sea, which was carried back to his courtyard, had been suppressed by Liu Qianshan.

After several hours, the snow demon's consciousness stayed in the sea of ​​consciousness of his Taoist companion, watching the young man wake up, staring straight into the young man's eyes, "Huaihai..."

Wucheng paused for a while, Liu Qianshan couldn't help becoming nervous, he didn't feel relieved until the young man touched his face affectionately, knelt by the bed and touched the young man's head: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine," Wucheng shook his head, "Where's my little master? Did you promise Chijiri to protect him? Don't hurt him... If he didn't save me twice in a row, you'll see I'm not here anymore..."

"Okay, I'll protect him for you..." Liu Qianshan nodded, the softness on his face subdued his coldness, "Can you tell me what happened when you went to the Cangming Secret Realm?"

Terrible memories flashed in his mind, he couldn't help taking a breath, and explained in a slow voice: "The Fuxi people are deducing a strange formation, and the Cangming Secret Realm is a scam. The deception that everyone is sacrificed, all the demon cultivators who entered that place to search for the Cangming Sword were taken away by the people of the Fuxi tribe..."

Wucheng simply passed through the formation that was terrifyingly powerful to demon cultivators, and silently concealed that he had escaped several times in tens of thousands of years, was captured again and again, was exhausted by people, destroyed his dantian, and crushed his body until the end All the things that have been completely removed from the power of demonic cultivation in the spiritual consciousness, the majestic ancient demon king, who was tortured to the point where he is almost inhuman, is not worth mentioning...

Moreover, he really didn't want to see the Taoist couple's painful expression, "I was able to escape hundreds of years ago because the little doll who was responsible for being engraved in the formation didn't want to kill anyone. That child was Feng Yangye. Awesome, the formation was drawn out of control by him, and he let me go... Coincidentally, I was rescued by him again after I desperately snatched away a dead baby... Maybe it was fate, he also indirectly helped you find it I."

Wu Cheng let go of his large memory for a while, when he heard a slight snoring outside, he was puzzled, "Is he outside?"

Wucheng went to the outside room, saw Feng Yangye hugging a black puppet and sleeping on the chair, he smiled helplessly, Liu Qianshan followed behind, chilling.

"Ah..." Feng Yangye sneezed coldly, glanced at the two people who were looking at him, put down his Erlang legs, rubbed his nose and got up slowly, "Cheng'er...you and your old friend Continue to sleep... I left for the teacher... There is medicine on the table, Twelve left it behind, you can see what works for yourself."

The leader who didn't seem to care much wandered out of the big apprentice's yard, a touch of emotion flashed across his face, he didn't sleep deeply just now, he seemed to hear his apprentice caring about him... Sure enough, no matter who the big apprentice is, he is still a pro-apprentice Ah, I never forgot to think of his master when I talked with my old friend at night by candlelight.