I ran with the ball after being pregnant with the male lead's cub

Isn't this familiar person Kunpeng who made it easy for the two of them to find?

Kunpeng was very surprised to see the two people appearing here at the same time. How could the two people who were still facing each other get along so harmoniously in just a few days, and the atmosphere between the two seemed strange.

Looking down at Wei Lin's flat stomach, Kunpeng frowned, and asked in a very bad tone: "What's wrong with your stomach, my godson?"

It couldn't be that Wei Lin disliked the boy as a burden and just threw it away.

Thinking about it this way, Kunpeng's whole fish died immediately.With Wei Lin's crazy personality, he would really do such a thing.

"Did you throw away the godson I got?"

Wei Lin: "..."

He really admired Kunpeng's brain power. Although he felt very speechless, he also knew that Kunpeng was only caring about the cubs, so he finally explained: "I didn't throw it away, it's okay, it's just premature birth."

"That's good, that's good." Kunpeng patted his chest, relieved.

Duan Xi, who had been standing silently by the side, had been staring at Kunpeng since he appeared, and the hostility in his eyes was well concealed by him.Wei Lin who was standing in front of him didn't notice it, but Kunpeng did.The latter, after Yu Weilin finished discussing the topic of the child, he gritted his teeth provocatively at him.

Duan Xi pursed her lips and ignored him.The latter felt bored and continued with the previous question.

"You haven't said why you are here."

"I just sensed that the breath of Hetu is here. It happened that you were trapped in the Northland for several days, so we went to look for it together."

Wei Lin carefully looked around Kunpeng, seeing that he was alive and well, and there seemed to be no problem at all.While heaving a sigh of relief, Wei Lin asked, "What have you been doing here in the North?"

Kunpeng scratched his hair in distress, "It's not that I don't want to leave, but I can't."

Wei Lin raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

Kunpeng glanced at the two of them, and didn't explain, just said: "You will find out when you come with me."

Wei Lin and Duan Xi looked at each other, not knowing what he was up to, but Zuo Kunpeng would not harm them.

The periphery of the forest is full of trees, but the depth is a deep pool.The water surface of the deep pool was filled with curling water mist, Wei Lin walked to the edge of the pool, brushed his fingertips over the water to test the temperature, the water temperature turned out to be lukewarm, even a little hot.

The appearance of a lush grove in the Northland is already very strange, but the appearance of this hot spring is even more unbelievable.

"Is there something under this pool?"

Wei Lin's tone was almost firm, without any hesitation.

Kunpeng nodded and said: "There is indeed something. There is a small three-legged golden crow under the pool."

Duan Xi and Wei Lin were startled at the same time, and said in unison: "Three-legged Golden Crow"

Looking at the entire history of cultivation, from the prehistoric to the realm of cultivating immortals, apart from Di Jun's ten sons, only Tai Yi and Di Jun are the same Golden Crow.

Only one of the ten little golden crows was shot and killed by the descendants, and the remaining one turned into the sun.And Tai Yi and the Twelve Patriarchal Witches died together, and Emperor Jun also fell during the calamity.Logically speaking, the Jinwu clan should be extinct.

So where did the Golden Crow under this pool come from and why did it appear in this mysterious Northland?

Both of them cast doubtful eyes on Kunpeng's face at the same time, because he had stayed here the longest, so he must have found some clues.

Kunpeng's back was chilled by the sight, and he waved his hand, "Don't look at me being trapped here for a few days, but in fact, I don't know anything except that there is a little golden crow."

Wei Lin narrowed his eyes: "Then what's the use of you?"

Kunpeng choked for a moment and became angry.

"I don't know why there is a three-legged Golden Crow, but how did you find it?"

Wei Lin turned to ask other questions, this point can always be answered.

Kunpeng scratched his head, pointed to the tallest tree on the edge of the pool in front of him, and said, "I can tell you this. Every day at the beginning of Mao, this little golden crow will fly up to the crown of the tree for an hour, and then return to the top of the tree. Go down to the bottom of the pool."

Looking in the direction he pointed, Wei Lin saw that the crown of the tree was different from the denseness of other trees. The southeast corner was bare, and a branch as thick as an adult's thigh was dead, as if it had been burned by something. of.

It is estimated that the dead branch is the place where the three-legged Jinwu usually rests.

There are too many unsolved mysteries in this pool, and Wei Lin can sense that the river map is nearby.Or in this forest, as for the exact location, he couldn't be sure for a while.

But there was one thing he was quite sure of. This small three-legged golden crow that suddenly appeared had something to do with He Tu.

He squinted at the misty mist on the water surface, rubbed his chin, "It seems that we can only figure it out tomorrow."

For this proposal, there is no better way to do it.

The days in the Northland were not long, and it was already afternoon when we found Kunpeng. After the three sat cross-legged and chatted about the current situation in the small world, the sky began to gradually darken.

When the night fell again, the whole small forest was silent and deep. When the cold wind whizzed past, the shadows of the trees whirled, and the rustling sound of the branches and leaves collided endlessly, which was creepy.

A cluster of bonfires was lit by the edge of the pool, and the orange-red flames reflected Wei Lin's somewhat pale side face, staining it a bit bright red.

Kunpeng had already turned into a roc bird, shrunk to half a meter in size, and nestled on a branch of a big tree to take a nap.

Next to the bonfire, Wei Lin sat with his knees hugged, and Duan Xi beside him was adding fuel to the bonfire.

When the fire was burning strong enough, Duan Xi threw the dead branch in his hand back to the firewood pile behind him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wei Lin in a daze. He couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed the top of Wei Lin's head: "What are you thinking?"

Wei Lin came back to his senses, tilted his head and leaned directly on his shoulder, and said slowly: "I wonder if this three-legged Golden Crow might be Hetu."

Duan Xi was startled: "Why do you think so?"

Wei Lindao: "Hetu and Luoshu are Dijun's companion spiritual treasures. Dijun's prototype is the three-legged Golden Crow, and the one in this pool happens to be the three-legged Golden Crow. As far as I know, the three-legged Golden Crow family has been wiped out. Yes. The appearance of this Golden Crow is too strange, and it is too coincidental."

Duan Xi said: "But this can't explain anything."

Wei Lin, however, shook his head in disapproval and said: "The innate spirit treasure will give birth to a weapon spirit, and the general form of a weapon spirit will transform into the form it is most familiar with. As Dijun's companion spirit treasure, the one it is most familiar with is undoubtedly Dijun. .”

He once heard from his master that it is not uncommon for a weapon spirit born from a congenital spirit treasure to simply take the shape of its owner, so the possibility that this three-legged Golden Crow is the Hetu weapon spirit is very high.

Duan Xi rubbed his hair, and said warmly: "Okay, don't care whether the river map is not a river map, or whether it is the artifact of the innate treasure, you should rest."

As it got closer and closer to Zi, the temperature in the small forest became lower and lower. Although it was not as cold as outside, it was still unbearably cold.

Wei Lin was noncommittal, staring at the seven-colored aurora in the sky and the phantoms of mountains and rivers in the sky with his eyes open for a long time, wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Duan Xi didn't urge him anymore, but just raised his hand and released a few balls of real fire to dispel the chill around Wei Lin's body.

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Lin finally got tired, he yawned, hugged Duan Xi's waist sideways, and rubbed against his shoulder.The latter didn't expect his sudden intimacy, and his whole body tensed up.

Wei Lin pinched his tight waist muscles, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Don't collapse so tight, it's uncomfortable to hold."

After he finished speaking, Duan Xi's body muscles were obviously relaxed by the touch of his arms.

"Okay, go to sleep."

Duan Xi was happy from the bottom of his heart, while the two said that Wei Lin had been very close to him since then, but at the same time felt that this was a kind of torture, that Wei Lin was deliberately punishing him.

Every time he would tease him unexpectedly, and then pull away innocently after getting angry, as if all the actions he did were unintentional, without any charming thoughts.

I don't know if it's because he trusted him so much, but Wei Lin, who was always on guard, fell asleep within less than a quarter of an hour of holding him.

Duan Xi shook his head funny, then lowered his head and whispered in Wei Lin's ear: "Good night, ma'am."

He carefully folded the fox-fur cloak on Wei Lin's body to prevent the biting cold wind from intruding. The guard came to dawn.

During the period, Duan Xi buried his head in his long hair several times and sniffed, smelling the cool fragrance with a satisfied face.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that there was a Kunpeng watching from the side, Duan Xi would have wanted to secretly kiss him a few times.

On the branch, Kunpeng opened his eyes and closed the other, staring straight at the two people under the tree. When he saw Duan Xi's petty actions, he finally shook his feathers and felt sore. Astringent mouth.

Today's young people are so tired, no matter how people of their era are, they are very reserved when they fall in love.

Kunpeng, the Wannian single dog, sneered with envy and hatred.

The sound was so soft that it didn't bother the two hugging under the tree at all.