Master is also running away from marriage today

It was already dawn when Mu Ling returned to the ground again.There is a white belly on the horizon, the fresh air in the forest and the dirty and bloody underground are like two worlds.

Mu Ling followed the male cultivator into the tunnel, and after walking through a narrow road, he saw an underground palace. The underground palace was surrounded by formations, surrounded by carved beasts, and dead bones were densely piled up in the corners. Among the dead bones, a few black-clothed men with hoods The monk is doing it.

In the center of the underground palace is a pool of blood. There is a huge white cocoon soaked in the blood pool. There is a strange bloody light in the cocoon. The things inside seem to break out of the cocoon at any time——

The four missing girls stood in four directions of the blood pool like wooden stakes, their wrists were scratched, and the blood merged into a blood line and slowly flowed into the blood pool...

The bloody smell soaring into the sky was disgusting, and the cultivators who practiced it attacked Mu Ling as soon as they saw Mu Ling!

Those people are far inferior to Mu Ling, but this is their old territory. Mu Ling has little experience in battles, and frequently uses magic weapons. Mu Ling is accidentally entangled in the formation by them, and the stalemate is getting longer and longer. Long, seeing the faces of the four girls getting paler, and a batch of poisonous snakes and insects suddenly came out from nowhere and disturbed the pace of the monks, Mu Ling was quick to wit, taking advantage of this gap, the gauze in his hand quickly became longer and sharper. Like a blade, with a "crash", it forcibly cut open the huge cocoon in the blood pool——

The monks who besieged Mu Ling turned pale with fright, but it was too late!

The white cocoon was cut open, and inside was not the monster that Mu Ling thought it was, but a pale and weak young man.The man's eyes turned into vertical pupils, his throat made a 'hiss' sound, he curled up and looked in Mu Ling's direction resentfully, sinking into the pool of blood unwillingly——

As soon as the man in the cocoon died, the monks who besieged Mu Ling stopped fighting and escaped from the underground palace one after another.

Mu Ling summoned the doorman to rescue the four girls back to the door, and spent some effort to destroy the evil door formation, and helped the old woman ghost find her granddaughter, who had ascended to heaven in the pile of bones, before returning to the ground .

The formation in the tunnel was destroyed, and the verdant locust tree on the ground withered. Mu Ling walked a hundred meters, only to find the poor child unconscious under a tree.

The child clenched his jaw and closed his eyes.Her pulse was very strange, a tyrannical unknown force was rampant in the pulse, this kind of pain was like cutting the body with thousands of knives, it was unbearable for an adult, but it was also difficult for a child in front of him to endure it forcefully.

"Small poor!"

Mu Ling sighed, leaned over and picked up the child.

The child's weight was lighter than Mu Ling imagined. Mu Ling glanced at the child's trembling eyelashes, the corners of his lips curled up, his gauze parted, and he walked on the wind.

The cultivator in the transformation stage shrinks to an inch, and the shark flies through the air at a fast speed, as fast as an afterimage.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the silk yarn curled up and brushed the child's face vaguely, the numbness on the face came along with the fragrance of the woman's body, as if a feather was plucking at the tip of the heart, the child pursed his lips tightly. , The back tensed into a straight line, and it took almost all of his will to restrain the urge to tilt his head.

This kind of endurance was too tormented, even overshadowing the maddening pain in his body.

"Heh!" Fortunately, this difficult time didn't last too long, and soon there was a chuckle from above: "We're here, don't pretend to be asleep!"

The child was stunned, not expecting to be seen through, and opened his eyes with a wooden face.

The woman had already removed the two-cent wooden mask on her face. Under the mask was a flawless face, younger and more beautiful than the child imagined.Behind the woman is a small wooden building. Behind the small building is a towering mountain peak. Cranes and monks walk through the mountains, and the mighty bells echo in the mountains. The sky here seems to be clearer than the outside world.

Is this the fairy gate that countless people are looking for?

The child looked at the scene in front of him, but there was no envy in his heart that he thought he would have, and he almost instinctively rejected this place in his mind.

"This is Qingbo Peak."

Mu Ling carried the child into the building, cast a spell without changing his face, piled the messy things in the room to a corner, and put the child on the couch, Mu Ling's eyes flashed, and he squatted in front of the child, sighing faintly Take a breath——

"I'm so hungry! I fought all night last night, and it feels like my bones are about to fall apart!"

"I don't know how to cook, and I live alone in the mountains..."

Mu Ling stared at the Qiankun bag on the child's waist with burning eyes.At that time, she stuffed the Qiankun bag to the child with the mentality of coaxing the poor, but there were a lot of Mu Ling's favorite spicy snacks in the Qiankun bag, and the child was seriously injured and could not eat spicy food——

It's a pity that the child didn't seem to understand the meaning behind Mu Ling's words. She lay on the couch staring blankly at the ceiling, her lips almost pursed into a line.

"Child," Mu Ling moved closer, blinking, and decided to hit a straight ball when the detour failed: "Can you return the Qiankun bag to me?"

"I'll help you heal your illness—"

The woman's voice was soft and delicate, like a boneless water snake swimming into a person's heart...

The people of Xianmen don't have a good thing, and they even have the nerve to take back what they sent back!

The child sneered in his heart, but nodded slightly on his face.

As for what the woman said about "can cure her illness", the child subconsciously scoffed: She had forgotten her past memories and didn't know her own origin, but her subconscious told her that no one in this world could cure her illness...

The child looked at the woman happily taking back the Qiankun bag with a blank face, saying "So good!" and bringing a bowl of water to her as if offering a treasure.

"Drink this glass of water and you won't be in pain—"

How perfunctory!

All the scammers in the bustling market are more skilled than her!

The child drank the bowl of clear water that looked no different from ordinary spring water in one gulp, and only hoped that the woman would let him go after the play.

It's a pity that things in the world have never been as she wished. The woman still stared at her with burning eyes after seeing her drink the water...

"How about it?"

He still has the face to ask! ?

The child clenched his fist again.

She really hates the feeling of being sympathetic and pitiful——

If only the "she" in my body appeared now!

"She" is so powerful, she has enough strength to kill all the hypocritical and deceitful liars in this world...

It's a pity that 'she' just appeared once last night, and it may be a long time before the next appearance!

Violent thoughts surged in the child's heart, but he couldn't reveal any expression on his face.

She has stayed at the bottom of the world for so long, and it has become instinctive to pretend.

The child pursed his lips and wanted to shake his head subconsciously, but suddenly his eyes widened!

It was like hot magma colliding with icy spring water, with a 'click', there was a slight sound from the dantian, and the pain in the body began to subside little by little...

"It doesn't hurt, does it?" Looking at the child's wide eyes, Mu Ling pursed her lips triumphantly.

This spring water was taken out by her from the Lingfu.The spiritual roots of Mu Ling's body are water spiritual roots, which are naturally closer to healing. After advancing to the stage of transforming into gods, a small spring full of divine light was born in Mu Ling's spiritual mansion. A drop of spring water can make a mortal suffer from illness. It is a unique healing medicine in the world.

Mu Ling gave the child another pulse.

The rampant and tyrannical power in the child's body is much smaller, and it is estimated that the power will disappear completely after drinking a few more times.

"You will stay with me during this time. I will ask Xiaoqi to arrange a room for you. You go to take a bath first, and I will find some food for you." Mu Ling summoned a wooden puppet to take the child to take a bath.

The child seemed stunned by the sudden good news, and didn't react until the little puppet was in front of her.

Unlike other peak masters who like their disciples to do their jobs, Mu Ling was afraid that people from the Demon Palace and the Mu royal family would come to him. The puppet is filled with animal spirits floating in the mountains and forests. It can be said that it can dance like a real person, but its mind is like a child of a few years old.

There is a hot spring on Qingbo Peak, Mu Ling built the building in front of the spring, and dug the spring to cover several hot spring pools.

The cultivator had sharp eyes and ears, and Mu Ling could clearly hear the startled sound of the little puppet next to the hot spring.

"Hey! Your hair is so messy! There is a lot of mud on your body, did you grow out of the soil?"

"Hey! You are a girl! How can a girl have so many scars? It's so ugly!"

"Hey! Xiaoqi has no sense of smell. Tell me, do you stink? Is it as stinky as rotten eggs, or as stinky as shoes..."

……

"To shut up!"

Mu Ling was about to stop Xiao Qier's stupid speech, but a voice sounded before Mu Ling.

Xu Shi hasn't spoken for a long time, the child's voice is a bit hoarse, not as crisp as ordinary children.

It turns out that this child is not dumb!

It's a pity that Mu Ling never heard the child speak again, no matter how much Xiao Qi talked about the child, he stopped talking.

Not long after, the washed-up child limped out from behind the house.

The child's facial features were very delicate, but he was a little out of shape because of his thin body. His small face was only the size of a palm. Even though he had just soaked in the hot spring, his face was still morbidly pale.

"Don't touch the wound with water for three days." After applying the medicine to the child, Mu Ling raised her head to meet the child's eyes.

The child always lowered her head before, her eyes were empty, but now she seems to have finally let go of her defenses, and there is a little bit of probing light in her eyes, like a firefly shining in the dark night.

Was it too desperate before?

Mu Ling felt a little distressed.

She just picked up a poor little girl by chance before and didn't think about the follow-up, until now she started to think about the future for this child.

Mu Ling patted the child's head, then slowed down his voice: "What's your name?"

The child's hair is thin and soft, like a newborn animal, and it feels very comfortable to the touch.

"I don't remember." The child trembled, as if he wasn't used to being touched.

"where is your family?"

"I don't remember either."

"What do you remember?"

"As soon as I woke up, I hid under a rock. The male cultivator arrested me and many girls to bleed the blood pool. The other girls died, but my blood couldn't flow into the pool. The male cultivator said that I was Monster, spared my life and let me go into the tree hole to open a tunnel for him—"

……

The child outlined the tragic past in a few words, and she didn't know how much she had suffered at the hands of that male cultivator.

Mu Ling felt more pity in her heart, looking at the child's drooping side face, she felt worried: The child doesn't remember anything, how can I help her find her family?

"Can't you adopt me?" The child raised his head, his dark eyes looked at Mu Ling without blinking: "I will listen to you!"

Mu Ling was taken aback, looked away and did not agree.

"Don't think about it so much, take a good rest today."

The child has just escaped from the sea of ​​suffering, and it is easy to become dependent on the person who saved her, so she wants to stay by her side.

Hearing that Master Xu Feng of the Chance Peak is very good at face-to-face divination, Mu Ling plans to wait for Master Xu to leave the customs after a while and take the child to show him, maybe he can help the child find relatives...

The child lowered his head.

Sure enough, I don't want to bring this burden with me!

She was not surprised by Mu Ling's answer at all.

If it was an hour ago, even if there is no family and children, they will make up a family to deceive this woman to send him down the mountain. However, after finally meeting someone who can relieve his pain, the subconscious tells the child that he must hold on to this at all costs. woman!

The child clenched his lower lip tightly, with all sorts of thoughts running through his mind, but obediently followed that silly puppet who wished to tear him to pieces to the bedroom.

"The peak master said that he wanted me to treat you better." The silly puppet grinned and laughed 'hoo hoo', still looking like a cheerful fool: "Xiaoqi will guard you and help you fan."

The child ignored Xiao Qi.

She buried half of her face with the quilt, smelled the familiar fragrance in the quilt, and frowned.

This place is full of traces of the woman named Mu Ling, making people extremely uncomfortable, and she must stay.

How to make her change her mind?

……

The child originally thought that he would not be able to fall asleep in Mu Ling's territory, but he fell asleep without knowing it.

Time passed little by little, and the moon was in the sky, and the child in the bed curtain suddenly opened his eyes, and the eyes turned red again.

Thinking of the mountain gate with the words "Qingyi Gate" written on it during the day, and the bowl of water brought over by Mu Ling, the child laughed softly:

"You can't find anything when you break through the iron shoes, and it's easy to find—"

Suddenly, he smiled, and his eyes fell on the head of the bed.

The luminous pearl glowed like water, and the little puppet playing the fan was lying on the head of the bed, and there was a pile of it next to the bed—the sweet, cloyingly sweet candy that the child had tasted the night before.