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When I woke up, the sky outside was just beginning to shine, and the rosy glow was vaguely buried, and the waning moon was about to disappear.

The fire was still alive, Fang Shiyi rubbed his forehead, sat up from the ground, and found a big cloak covering his body.He was so preoccupied that he fell asleep unknowingly.

The big hairy ball turned into a big one, crawling on his side, with warm and thick fur, and stretched out a tail when he saw that he was awake.

Fang Shiyi rubbed his tail, raised his eyes to scan around the ruined temple, and frowned: "Where's Xiao Mingchao?"

If the protective formation outside is not broken, where else can people go?

Just as he was thinking, the door of the ruined temple was pushed open, and Meng Mingchao walked in covered in cold air, the sword in his hand had just been sheathed.The young man was tall and straight, his beautiful eyebrows were like frost and snow, and he was as cold and arrogant as a plum in the corner of the wall. He carefully closed the door, turned his head to meet the glare from above, and was stunned: "Senior brother is awake."

"What are you going out for?" Fang Shiyi frowned even more tightly, and there seemed to be a bloody smell of ice and snow in the air.

Meng Mingchao: "I'm a little hungry, go out and find something to eat."

Fang Shiyi held Eggy's restless tail and looked at him indifferently.

Meng Mingchao stretched out his wide sleeves with his fingertips, as if he wanted to pull him up, paused, then retracted, and lowered his eyes: "Currently there are rumors in Central Continent that the brothers have obtained the Excalibur and the treasure house of the Fang family. Put on a face, hold back your voice, other people don't have so many worries, I ran into a lot of people along the way to search for senior brother..."

Fang Shiyi's heart tightened: "Someone came outside just now?"

How could he be so unaware?

"No," Meng Mingchao reassured him, "Brother, don't worry, I saw you fell asleep, so I didn't worry and went out for a walk."

Fang Shiyi nodded, and he could guess why those people came—it was nothing more than "killing for money".

Although he has a kind heart, he will not be soft on this kind of naked killing intent.

The two brothers repaired a lot, and there was some kind of invisible barrier in the atmosphere.

The little junior brother who used to want to lie in his arms and act like a baby really obediently stayed away from three feet, and spoke politely.

Fang Shiyi felt his throat was choked by something, and when he left the ruined temple, he subconsciously glanced at Meng Mingchao, only to see the little junior brother who used to shiver in the wind and snow, drowsy, standing quietly in the same place, seeing him looking over , smiled slightly: "Brother, what's the matter?"

...Little brat.

Asking him to accept that thought is not asking him to do so.

Fang Shiyi was so depressed that he put away his chess set and was about to stand up with the sword. He turned his eyes and saw the clumsy child, and then remembered that he used to carry it everywhere he went. He really didn't let this ancestor defend himself a few times. sword.

He took a deep breath and stretched out his hand: "Come here, I'll take you."

Meng Ming's eyes were wet, and he glanced at him slowly: "Don't bother senior brother, I will..."

Fang Shiyi was inexplicably annoyed when he heard that, he pulled him over with a sullen face, and stood up with his sword in silence, wondering if he was a bit cheap.

When being chased by this kid, he wished he could kick him thousands of miles away. Now that he is obedient and no longer provokes him, he feels unaccustomed to it.

Terrible.

Meng Mingchao stood in front of Fang Shiyi, his back turned to Fang Shiyi, a faint smile flashed in his eyes, he stroked his balls in his arms slowly, and when he tilted his head, there was a wisp of soft hair on his face. Fang's hair was picked up by Fang.

He was startled, carefully twirled the lock of hair, put his fingers together as a blade, cut off a strand silently, and hid it.

Fang Shiyi was looking around vigilantly, not noticing that he had cut the person in his arms.

The morning star was twinkling, and the two were lucky enough not to bump into the person who was obsessed with each other's treasure house. After two days of driving, they came to the vicinity of Cangshan Mountain.

The Cangshan Mountains stretch to the east and west, like a long dragon lying on the mainland of Zhongzhou, where countless creatures are bred. It is rumored that one of the big monsters sleeps deep in the mountains. So far, no monk has dared to walk through the mountains.

Fang Shiyi looked at the vast dense forest and swooped down with Meng Mingchao.

As soon as I entered Cangshan Mountain, my eyes suddenly darkened.The trees that have grown silently for thousands of years tower into the sky, intertwined and intertwined, only a little light from the sky leaks out, like another world.

Fang Shiyi glanced at Meng Mingchao, who was three feet away from him, and walked ahead.

The two walked for a while, but no one spoke. Fang Shiyi felt uncomfortable all over his body, and couldn't help but want to find a topic. He scratched his head and thought for a while, his eyes lit up, and he said calmly: "It is said that there is a A mysterious monk, who calls himself a 'warlock', is different from the monk's practice of drawing qi into the body, and his moves are strange."

Meng Mingchao lacked interest: "Oh?"

"This family has a technique of bringing the dead back to life. If the horoscope of the dead person is similar to that of another person, he can gather his remnant soul, summon the soul to form an array, and pour it into another person. It is similar to seizing the house, but the method is too sinister. Harming the lives of innocent people is against the rules of heaven." Fang Shiyi touched his chin, "The fourth master mentioned that it was found by the crazy monster back then, but before he had time to perform the spell, he Besieged by several sects."

For some reason, Meng Mingchao was in a bad mood every time he mentioned the big monster who committed evil and was killed, and he just greeted him with a smile: "Senior brother is well-informed."

"..." Fang picked up the relics to make fun of himself, and closed his voice in embarrassment.

The essence of emerald wood is hidden in the depths of Cangshan Mountain. It is recorded in the book that this kind of conceived heaven and earth spirit possesses mind, gives birth to hands and feet, and can run around the mountains and plains. There were some who cultivated into adults.

I don't know how to find a spiritual creature with arms and legs in this vast Cangshan Mountain.

But if you can find the warlock family that has lived here for thousands of years, you should be able to get a hint.

Meng Mingchao raised his eyes and stared at the slender figure in front of him, his eyes were burning with dark fire, as if he could devour the person in front of him at any time.

But not yet.

He narrowed his eyes, looked around, frowned, feeling as if he had been here before.

Pulled by the vague sense of familiarity, Meng Mingchao hesitated, and said softly: "Brother, let's go over there."

Fang Shiyi was looking down at the compass, pondering the direction. Hearing the sound, he was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the direction Meng Ming was pointing at, thought for a while, and nodded: "Let's go."

Layers of hanging vines were intertwined into a net. Both of them were a little shadowed by the vines, so they raised their hands tacitly and chopped them down. After walking for a while, the sky in front of them leaked in and brightened.

Fang Shiyi twitched his ears and heard human voices.

"...Little bastard, just obediently hand over your knowledge, otherwise..."

"Hey, this little brat is dressed in a weird way, it can't be that the monster clan has changed."

"We've been squatting here for several days, and we haven't met Fang Shiyi. It's unlucky to wait for such a brat who doesn't have enough gaps between his teeth."

……

Fang Shiyi frowned, and quietly leaned over to take a look.

A few monks who looked like casual cultivators were sloppy around a child, laughing at each other with vicious words.The child didn't wear an inch of hair on his upper body, with emerald totem patterns painted on his back, and his trousers were also different from those of the Central Continent. His hair was loose, and he was holding a little spirit beast like a wounded rabbit in his arms, looking at these in front of him in horror. people.

Meng Mingchao asked via voice transmission: "Is that child the warlock family that the senior brother said?"

Fang Shiyi was stunned for a moment, then nodded, quite puzzled.

I don't know if it's an illusion, it seems that since he left the ancient battlefield, his luck has flowed in like a river, rolling in. First he got the South China Sea Hanlian and Tianhuo by luck, and then he came to Cangshan for a walk, and met A family of warlocks.

It was a strange coincidence, more like someone was carefully arranging and manipulating behind the scenes.

But he had to go on.

Fang Shiyi shook his head, and walked out with his sword in hand: "I heard that you are looking for me?"

Half a quarter of an hour later, the casual cultivator who had been severely reprimanded escaped from the forest.

Fang Shiyi clapped his hands and glanced at the child, who had already hid behind a tree.

He slowly leaned over, thought for a while, took out the pine nut candy that had abducted Meng Mingchao, and handed it over with a blink of an eye: "Child, do you want candy?"

The child looked to be only seven or eight years old, his small face was unexpectedly delicate, his pupil color was similar to Meng Mingchao's, and he looked at him in bewilderment.

Probably a language barrier.

Fang Shiyi seemed to see Meng Mingchao when he was a child, and his tone became more gentle: "We are not bad people, don't be afraid."

Looking at the child, Meng Mingchao felt a strange feeling in his heart, and then he was filled with jealousy that slowly climbed up - he didn't joke, he couldn't bear Fang Shiyi's tenderness towards him to others.

No one can.

His face paled a little, Meng Mingchao stepped forward, blocked Fang Shiyi's gaze, looked down at the child indifferently, and spit out a string of strange rhythms that seemed to be tangled in his tongue.

The child looked at him timidly, and after a while, replied in a low voice.

Fang Shiyi raised his eyebrows: "You also know the language of the warlocks? When did you learn it?"

Meng Mingchao actually didn't know either.

As if he was born with it.

He turned around and smiled: "I saw it when I was reading miscellaneous books."

What miscellaneous books still teach this?

Besides, Meng Mingchao's voice was fluent without any pause, and he was as familiar with the ancient language and the language of the monster race.

Fang Shiyi had doubts in his mind, but the object was Meng Mingchao. He didn't think in any bad direction, and he became happy again in a blink of an eye.

Ming Ming was connected with him, and when he noticed his emotion, he rolled his eyes.

I don't know what Meng Mingchao said to the child. After a while, the child limped towards the deep forest with the injured spirit beast in his arms. He even looked back at them and signaled them to follow.

Seeing that he was injured, Fang Shiyi hurried forward, held him down, and glanced at his knee. It was a knife wound, and those people did a good job just now.

He frowned, suddenly felt that he had acted lightly.

How cruel to such a small child.

He found out the wound medicine, rubbed the child's head comfortingly, wiped the wound medicine on his knee, looked at the spirit beast again, and applied medicine to it.

The child stood still, looking at Fang Shiyi with a strange look in his eyes.

Fang Shiyi was used to taking care of the child, so after thinking about it, he wanted to pick up the child and leave.Meng Mingchao couldn't bear it anymore, with a dark face, he mentioned the child with disgust: "It's dirty, let me bring it."

Fang Shiyi raised his eyebrows, seeing that Meng Mingchao finally showed other emotions, the corner of his lips smiled a little frivolously for a while, and he opened his mouth: "Hey, your mouth is full of sour taste, did your little ancestor eat it?"

After finishing speaking, I felt something was wrong, and quickly coughed twice to cover it up: "Don't carry it like this, little bastard, did I ever hug you like this when you were young?"

Meng Ming looked at the child expressionlessly, resisted the urge to throw him out, forced him to sit on his arms, and said in a bad tone, "Lead the way."