The devil is below, I am the master

Listening to her, Wen Ran just felt strange: Strange thing?

What does she mean?

"...It's a monster!" The woman felt terrified when she thought of the scene at that time.

The East China Sea stretches as far as the eye can see, the waves are rolling, and the sound of waves crashing on the shore can be heard all around your ears.

A woman was born by the sea, so she is naturally familiar with the East China Sea. Fog on the sea surface in the early morning is normal, but she has never seen a black fog rising on the sea surface.

Surrounded by the black mist, a gigantic figure suddenly appeared.

For a moment, she thought she was dazzled, but after rubbing her eyes hard, she found that she was right.

She told the villagers about this, hoping to attract everyone's attention, but unfortunately, no one wanted to believe her, who had just lost her husband. Instead, she said that she had long hair but short-sightedness, and it was probably because she was dazzled and saw something wrong.

The villagers in Donghai only believe in the Dragon God.

But this woman described it for a long time, how could it be the Dragon God?

Hearing this, Wen Ran couldn't help asking: "What does that guy look like?"

The woman roughly described the appearance of this monster, because it was far away and the fog was heavy that day, she couldn't see it clearly, she just said it was a long one with a huge body.

"Long and huge..." Something gradually appeared in Wen Ran's mind, "Dragon?"

Maybe because it happened to be on the East China Sea, it was the first thing he thought of.

"No, no, no! How noble the Dragon God is. I see that monster is dark brown and very dark. How could it be the Dragon God?" the woman repeatedly denied.

Not a dragon?

The more Wen Ran thought about it, the weirder it became.

Seeing that it was morning, it was already daylight, and Wen Ran was still thinking about Lang Weixian's situation. He asked the woman what she planned to do in the future, and the woman only said that if she didn't die, she had no choice but to go back to the village.

Wen Ran watched her and opened her mouth.

From a woman's point of view, she can die, but not with a stigma all over her body.Unexpectedly, even the Dragon King is unwilling to take her away now, so she really doesn't know what to do.

How can she live as a weak woman who lost her husband?

"Do you want to leave..." Wen Ran thought of the singer who had gone away from the Daming En Mansion, and subconsciously wanted to help her with money.

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, his hand was held down by Bai Zhe next to him.

Wen Ran realized that the other party didn't want him to continue talking, so she quickly stopped talking.

Seeing that the woman's eyes were still filled with tears, Wen Ran had no choice but to send her back to the village.

After watching the other party enter the village, Wen Ran pulled Bai Zhe's sleeve: "Why don't you let me finish? Wouldn't it be better to let her go away like the girl from Da Ming'en Mansion?"

Bai Zhe asked indifferently, "Is she alone?"

Wen Ran was stunned for a moment before realizing it.

Not every woman can have the courage and courage to go far away like the singer who broke the boat.What's more, that girl still has a companion by her side, but this one is completely alone.

"The villages in Donghai are very old-fashioned, and the folk customs are not as open as Da Ming'en Mansion. There is no difference between letting her leave alone and letting her die." Bai Zhe explained, "Just now the pig cage can't sink, the village chief probably won't Then send her to die."

After Wen Ran listened, she stared at her apprentice thoughtfully for a while.

I don't know if it was his delusion, or it should be said that he has been aware of it since before, that Bai Zhe's mind is always so clear, and he is not at all like a mortal who has only lived for 20 years.

For a moment, he almost couldn't tell whether the person in front of him was a human, an immortal, or something else.

However, Bai Zhe's eyes just flicked across Wen Ran's face for a moment.

"Let's go."

Wen Ran suddenly remembered about Lang Weixian again, and hurried back to Donghai.

At this time, the East China Sea was in a hurry.

Because Lang Weixian just woke up.

Prime Minister Gui was lying on the bedside coaxing this little ancestor with a jade bowl in his hand.

"You should drink this medicine quickly! Bitterness is bitterness, but it can cure diseases!" Prime Minister Gui spoke extremely loyally in the tone of "loyal words are harsh to the ear and good for deeds".

Lang Weixian got disgusted and took two mouthfuls of "Pooh" on the ground, the bitter taste of the soup was still in his mouth, and he couldn't get it off for a long time.

"I'm not sick! It's not all about Wen from yesterday—"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Wen Ran and Bai Zhe who happened to enter the door.

"Yes! It's him!" Lang Weixian's eyes widened, and he was not panting or suffering immediately, so he almost jumped out of bed on the spot and grabbed Wen Ran and slapped both of them.

Suddenly, the bottom of the East China Sea shook, causing the seaweed guarding beside him to float up involuntarily.

A patch of green was floating in front of his eyes, Wen Ran leaned on Bai Zhe beside him to stabilize his figure, luckily the shaking only lasted for a while.

He hurt people like this yesterday, and he felt a little flustered in his heart, so he could only smile to Lang Weixian and say: "This...don't get angry, you are weak, you shouldn't get angry!"

As soon as the words fell, Lang Weixian was already waving his fists and about to get out of bed.

Wen Ran quickly took a step back and hid beside Bai Zhe to stop him: "It's even more inappropriate to do it!"

Just at this time, the Koi King and Dragon King also rushed over.

"My little ancestor, why are you making trouble again?" Dragon King said to Lang Weixian, throwing himself to the bedside in grief.

"It's not like you all hurt me first!" Lang Weixian became angry when he thought about it.

The Dragon King and the Koi Immortal turned their heads to look at the culprit—Wen Ran.

Wen Ran cleared her throat in embarrassment: "Damn it, I accidentally missed it. I will take care of Young Master Lang today, which can be regarded as an apology for him."

Bai Zhe, who knew Wen Ran's true level, listened like a deaf man, but he didn't react at all.

Lang Weixian didn't expect that the eldest disciple Yue would take the initiative to take care of him in such a humble manner, he was at a loss for words, and really didn't know what to say.

The Dragon King secretly winked at Prime Minister Turtle, and Prime Minister Turtle reacted immediately.

"That's good! I'll send a few more soldiers, crabs, seaweed and shellfish. We in Donghai will take good care of your body wholeheartedly. Don't let the ground in Donghai shake again." He followed suit and persuaded.

Lang Weixian rolled his eyes, although he was still upset, but he couldn't reply for a while, and gradually his anger subsided.

Seeing that Lang Weixian's mood had calmed down a lot, Wen Ran wisely went to Haicao to pick up a bowl, and took the initiative to bring it to the bedside: "You...have some soup? It must be better than medicine."

Lang Weixian still looked at the contents in the bowl with distaste, and was about to speak when Donghai suddenly shook again, this time, it was even more violent than before.

Wen Ran was leaning on the bed, and couldn't help being confused: Lang Weixian has calmed down, why is the East China Sea still shaking?

Bai Zhe turned to the Dragon King of the East China Sea lightly: This time it's not because of Lang Weixian, is it?

The old Dragon King pinched his Dragon King beard, his expression was rather awkward, and even Prime Minister Turtle beside him blushed.

Lang Weixian on the bed was also dumbfounded.

"Ahem...Actually, we also discovered something that was not quite right—" In the end, it was Prime Minister Gui who took the initiative to pry his mouth open.

The author has something to say: _(:з」∠)_The outline is almost written, but the main text is nothing. I used to be a person who saved manuscripts with more than 10 chapters.