After wearing the book, I had sex with the passer-by brother

"By the way, I heard that you and Wei Bangchui fought in the arena?"

Zong Huarong suddenly remembered this incident, and by the time he knew about it, Jing He and Wei Bixing had already finished fighting, and the result was of course not unexpected, Jing He's victory.

"Well, it's just a lesson for him. Save every time you go hunting in the secret realm, you will always come across his idea of ​​playing with Yunqing." Jing He looked at Su Yunqing tenderly, and Su Yunqing smiled back.

It turns out that this little spirit fox is called Yun Qing, tsk tsk, it's unusual to have such an intimate relationship.Zong Huarong thought a lot, "You went to the secret realm to hunt demon pills for Linghu, right?"

"Earlier, I accepted a sect mission, and one of the rewards was the top-grade demon pill. Why don't you complete this mission with me?"

This suggestion is not bad, but you can also keep an eye on Qi Ling to see if there is any abnormal behavior in him.Jing He raised his eyebrows, "What about you?"

Zong Huarong threw a "you know" smile to Jinghe, "With you here, Qi Ling and I can save some trouble!"

Even if the Nine-turn Yin-Yang Furnace is against the sky, he is only an auxiliary spiritual weapon, and Zong Huarong took this task only with the idea of ​​traveling with a spiritual weapon.

With the scenery and escort, he can be more relaxed.

"Yes," Jing He nodded, and said again: "But the task reward, I seven you three."

Zong Huarong's heart ached when he heard the words, "Brother Jing, you are too cruel..." Knowing that their craftsmen are poor ghosts, the share is so fierce.

However, his strength is not as good as others, so he can only admit it by pinching his nose.

"So-so, Jing has always been fair."

As Jing He said, he took out a storage bag from his arms and threw it to Zong Huarong, "Meeting ceremony."

Zong Huarong immediately turned from cloudy to sunny, and quickly opened the storage bag to take a look. There was a bag full of top-quality spiritual stones, at least [-] million.

Unceremoniously put away the storage bag, "Brother Jing is indeed righteous, so I will thank Brother Jing on Qi Ling's behalf.

"Oh, and also, the departure date is set at three o'clock in the next day, and the location is on the pinnacle to the southwest of the Zongmen. Brother Jing will not be late by then."

"Well, I see." Jing He agreed.

After coming out of Zong Huarong's cave, Su Yunqing's clothes loosened, and she turned into a fox in two or three steps, jumped onto Jinghe's head and squatted down.

The big snow-white tail flicked behind Jinghe's head, and Su Yunqing talked with Jinghe through a contract.

"The spirit that follows Zong Huarong is not the spirit that will appear a thousand years later."

Su Yunqing was extremely determined, not to mention Qi Ling's expression did not fluctuate when facing them, after seeing Qi Ling, he had a faint intuition lingering in his heart——

That artifact spirit thousands of years later is still lurking in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Jinghe agreed, "I have the same feeling. We are in the light, and he is in the dark. The current situation is very unfavorable to us."

"That's why we can't act rashly now."

Su Yunqing stepped on Jing He's head with her paws, found a comfortable position and lay down, her little head swayed with Jing He's movements.

In an uncertain situation, we can only take one step at a time.

I hope that clues can be found as soon as possible, so that Qi Ling, who will be thousands of years later, will show his feet.

In a blink of an eye the appointed time came.

The destination of Zong Huarong's mission this time is in the extreme northern cold plain in the realm of comprehension, where a small town was attacked by monsters suspected of being infected by demonic energy.

And their mission is to subdue these monsters.

Zong Huarong's walking spirit beast is an adult green luan. Although it is not as fast as Kunpeng's wings, it is still one of the spirit beasts known for its speed.

At this time, the blue luan was on the back, and Su Yunqing rolled herself into a ball and shivered under the scenery and clothes.

No matter how many calculations he made, he didn't realize that Linghu's body was so afraid of the cold. Even if Jing He put a collar with cold protection beads around his neck, it couldn't stop the cold from invading his bones.

Clinging to Jing He's warm chest, Su Yunqing felt like she was about to turn into a frozen fox.

Jing He hugged the fluff in his arms tightly, and his frown never relaxed, "Is it still cold?"

Sneezing a little, Su Yunqing held on to herself, "It's okay."

Putting his palm on the back of the little fox, Jing He began to continuously transmit his spiritual power into Su Yunqing's body, trying to use this costly method to help Su Yunqing drive away the cold.

Although this method is still a drop in the bucket for Su Yunqing, it is better than nothing.

There is another person who is also afraid of the cold, Zong Huarong.

He was different from Su Yunqing in that he originally made himself a cassock that could protect him from cold and heat, and he had never had any problems for many years.

However, as soon as he walked halfway, the cassock suddenly lost its function, and the cold air suddenly covered his face like ice knives, and he was almost frozen stupid.

But because of his face, he insisted on not saying a word, and carried it alone.

"Master, use it to warm your hands."

Qi Ling put a few fire spirit stones in his body furnace, so that Zong Huarong would be very warm in his arms.

Zong Huarong stood with his neck stiff like an icicle, squinting at Qi Ling, "What did you call me?"

It's so cold, and I'm still struggling with this question.Qi Ling had no choice but to call out with great reluctance, "Father."

Zong Huarong nodded in satisfaction, and didn't think there was anything wrong with a big man calling another big man 'Father'.

"It's not cold to be a father, your body is a spiritual weapon that is almost immortal, so put it away quickly." Zong Huarong said, restraining himself from wanting to hold the Yinyang furnace in his arms and kiss.

It was the most perfect spiritual weapon he had refined, so it had to be taken care of carefully.

Hearing this, Qi Ling put the main body into Zong Huarong's arms with a cold face, and then turned into a puff of green smoke, and went into the yin and yang furnace.

This is what it means to be pissed off.

Zong Huarong hugged the warm yin and yang stove, feeling a little helpless, the spirit of the weapon is good everywhere, but it is too stubborn on some things.

Reining in his thoughts, Zong Huarong began to coax Qi Ling softly, advising him not to be sullen and angry alone, it's not good.

The adult Qing Luan traveled thousands of miles a day, and after flying for half a month, he finally reached the extreme northern cold plain with four people on his back.

The north wind howled, and the biting cold wind swept the wind and snow.

As soon as he got off the back of the blue luan bird, several local low-ranking monks greeted the four of them with smiles on their faces.

"Zhai Yongnian and his disciples met the two immortals."

The leader was full of hair, wearing a thick leather jacket and gave a slight salute, but the whole person was full of energy, with dark eyes that were hidden under the white eyebrows.

Zong Huarong was carrying a yin and yang stove, and was too lazy to be polite with them, and he showed a fairy attitude, "Patriarch Zhai doesn't need to be too polite, the most important thing is to get rid of demons. It's not too late. Take us to a place where there are monsters and beasts to have a look. Bar."

It's too cold to finish the task earlier and leave this ghost place earlier.

Zong Huarong shivered silently.

"I admire the righteousness of the Immortal Venerable, so please invite the two Immortal Venerables to come with Di."

Zhai Yongnian and his clan disciples led the way, Zong Huarong looked back at Jing He, Jing He nodded slightly, and the two followed with the fox and the Yin-Yang Stove in their arms.

Walking a few miles further north, Zhai Yongnian led the crowd to stop in front of a frost forest.

Zhai Yongnian pointed to the entrance where a huge hole had obviously been knocked out by a huge object, and there were traces of heavy objects dragging on the ground, "That's the place where monsters and beasts often pass by when they attack our town."

Jinghe took a step forward, put his right index finger and middle finger together and lightly swiped in the air.

A light golden aura fell on the ground of the entrance, collided with the residual demonic energy above, made a "stab" sound, landed like lightning, and plumes of black smoke rose from the ground.

"It is indeed right here." Jing He affirmed.

"Okay." Zong Huarong nodded, and turned to Zhai Yongnian, "Patriarch Zhai will take the clansmen back first, and leave it to me and this senior brother."

Zhai Yongnian also noticed at this time that Jing He was much stronger than Zong Huarong, and a big stone fell from his heart.

"In that case, I will leave this place to the two immortals. I hope that the two immortals will return in victory as soon as possible. Be careful in everything."

Staying here would add to the chaos, Zhai Yongnian led a group of disciples and left the entrance of Shuanglin non-stop.

Jing He and Zong Huaran looked at each other, each took out a defensive spiritual weapon or silently recited a formula to cover themselves with a defensive shield, and entered the frost forest with a solemn face.

The frost forest is covered with white snow, and the snow is so deep that when you step on it, it directly reaches your knees.

Slender ice crystals hung upside down on the dead branches of the trees, and there was a jingling sound as the cold wind blew by.

Zong Huarong carried the yin and yang furnace in one hand, and used the stick-shaped spiritual weapon in the other to knock away the monsters that were attacking him.

"The cultivation of these monsters is generally not high. Even if they are infected by demonic energy, the two of you and I are more than enough to deal with them. I believe we can eliminate them all today."

Backhand stabbed the tiger monster across the face, Jing He said with a calm expression, "I'm not careless." Then he lowered his eyes and touched Su Yunqing's small head in his arms, the movement of conveying spiritual power never stopped.

Zong Huarong didn't have anything to do, and continued to march toward the depths of the frost forest.

When walking to a plain completely covered by snow, a touch of red growing on the edge of the plain attracted Zong Huarong's attention.

"Hey, this is..."

The red color is a finger-sized red fruit, fiery red all over, resembling a lantern, with slender and leafless branches, very eye-catching in the vast expanse of whiteness.

Zong Huarong reached out to pick a fruit and observed it carefully, then his eyes lit up, "It's the Thousand Flame Fruit!"

"What is Qianyanguo?" Jing He, who was not very familiar with Lingzhi, asked.

After picking another two or three Thousand Flame Fruits in his hands, Zong Huarong explained: "Thousand Flame Fruits belong to fire and love cold, and usually grow in extremely cold places. They have the effect of warding off cold and avoiding cold, so they can be eaten directly .”

Stuffed two or three Thousand Flame Fruits, chewed them in his mouth, and swallowed them into his stomach, the warmth slowly spread all over his body, as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring.

Zong Huarong smacked his lips, "It's quite sweet."

Then he gave Jing He all the remaining fruits, "Feed some to your little fox, isn't he also afraid of the cold?"

Jing He had no doubts, thanked him, took the Thousand Flame Fruit and spread it in his palm, and handed it to Su Yunqing's lips, "Yunqing, eat two Thousand Flame Fruit, it won't be cold after eating."

Huddled in Jing He's arms, Su Yunqing groaned, arched her nose, stretched out her pink tongue, and ate up the Thousand Flame Fruit.

Not to mention, this fruit is quite effective, Su Yunqing felt extremely hot after eating it for less than one breath.

There seems to be a volcano hidden in the blood vessels, constantly erupting hot magma, as if the whole body is about to burn.

Su Yunqing writhed impatiently in Jing He's arms, moaning and struggling to roll into the snow.

"How is this going?"

Jing He sensed that something was wrong with Su Yunqing, and his brows furrowed even deeper, but Zong Huarong was also sweating profusely, and his cheeks were blushing unnaturally.

Zong Huarong tried his best to restrain his burning lower abdomen, with a wry smile on his face, "Brother Jing, I seem to have misunderstood this fruit."