Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

The black bear carried the two dumplings on its back, looking for a place with lush vegetation, avoiding the pursuit of many immortal monks along the way.

But the bumpy road made Nan Qiong wake up.

"elder brother?"

The little girl was held in Nan Heng's arms, looking around with a pair of clear eyes: "Where are we?"

She doesn't know anything.

Nan Heng stretched out his hand to hug her tightly, and what he touched was the soft body.He touched his face again, it was wet, and he touched the blood on his hand.

He knew that this was the image the system showed him, but all this was too realistic, even more real than the 3D experience.

"Brother...I am afraid."

Nan Qiong's voice was weak, and she no longer stood in the yard to watch the demon general whip people. Her little hands held Nan Heng tightly, and tears rolled in her eyes.

Nan Heng took a deep breath. He didn't know what the protagonist did at the beginning, but he really couldn't tell the truth to the three or four-year-old child in his arms.

"Qiong'er, don't be afraid, people from Xianmen are coming to Heilin Mountain, mother told us to go first, she will come after us after she waits for daddy."

Nan Heng heard his own immature voice coaxing the little doll who was about his age obediently.

"Okay, then I'll listen to my brother." Nan Qiong nodded strangely, without saying anything, but stuck into Nan Heng's arms again.

Nan Heng noticed it, but he couldn't do anything other than hold the child in his arms tighter.

The black bear was very fast and ran down Heilin Mountain unimpeded all the way.

Nan Heng looked back at the mountain that had been burned into a sea of ​​flames, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.As long as you run out of here, you should be safe.

But when he turned around, he was stunned.

At the foot of Heilin Mountain, the flames were bright, and a group of immortal monks had already surrounded them. The swords in their hands gleamed coldly, and they frowned angrily at the surrounded black bear and the two children sitting on it. They had been waiting for a long time.

"Haha, finally caught these two little devils!"

"Kill! If you kill them, you can go back and receive credit!"

The sound of monks with fluttering robes shouting and killing was heard next to my ears. The black bear howled and wanted to lead them out, but its leg was cut and it couldn't run away, so it took the two children off its back. Throw it out and stop in front of a group of monks.

The ferocious Xiong Xiao repelled a group of people for a while, but the beasts were no match for humans after all.

Those monks were so red-eyed that they chopped off the black bear's head, and quickly caught up with Nan Heng who was running away with Nan Qiong on his back.

One of the monks with a benevolent and moral face kicked him to the ground, swinging his fly whisk, and then snatched Nan Qiong from his arms.

"Let go of her! Don't touch her!"

Nan Heng got up from the ground with a grunt, rushed up and hugged the man's leg, he wanted to snatch Nan Qiong back, but he was too short to reach it even if he jumped up desperately.

He got angry and bit the man's thigh hard.

"Ahh! Damn it! This bastard bites!"

The monk didn't expect that, he raised his foot and kicked him directly in the stomach: "Get lost!"

After kicking people, he looked at Nan Heng's bloodthirsty eyes like a wolf cub, and suddenly smiled: "Interesting."

After speaking, his eyes turned cold, and he said to the two little cultivators behind him: "Go, hold him down for me."

The two Xiaoxiu immediately understood, one left and one right, and pressed Nan Heng firmly.

"What are you doing?!" Nan Heng clenched his fists and struggled desperately, but he was too small to struggle at all.

Xiao Nanqiong, who was caught in the arms of the monk, suddenly burst into tears: "Don't touch my brother! You are not allowed to touch my brother!"

Obviously she was terrified to death when she was on the back of the black bear, but she didn't cry.

Nan Heng stared angrily at the cultivator with a sinister face. Suddenly, he remembered something and froze.

"You! Let-off-her!" He stared at that person, his fingers stuck deep into the muddy ground, he bent his body desperately, but he couldn't get rid of the two people behind him restraining him.

Damn!

This little body is too weak and too small, he can't do anything at all!

"Oh, let go?" The monk smiled slyly, and suddenly let go, "Okay."

boom!

Little Nanqiong was thrown to the ground hard, but she clenched her teeth and did not cry.

"Qiong'er!" Nan Heng opened his eyes wide and stretched out his hand desperately.

A trace of blood leaked from the corner of Nan Qiong's mouth, but she still smiled: "Brother...Brother, I, I'm fine."

twitter!

It was the sound of a sword being unsheathed.

The monk smiled sinisterly, raised his foot and stomped hard on Nan Qiong's back.

Then, the sharp sword with a cold light stabbed down without mercy.

One strike, two strikes, three strikes... The sword stabbed straight into Nan Qiong's vest.

The blood color fainted in front of Nan Heng, those hot, moist blood gushed out from Nan Qiong's small body, more and more gushed out.

Nan Heng desperately opened his eyes wide, but his eyes were blurred, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Brother..." Nan Qiong's voice was so weak that she could barely hear, "Father...father, mother..."

"Daddy..." Nan Heng took a deep breath, stretched out his bloody hand, and wiped his eyes, "Daddy and mother are here, they...they will be here soon! You...you Don't sleep, hold on a little longer, okay?!"

Nan Qiong closed her eyes weakly: "Brother..."

"It hurts...Qioner hurts..."

"Qiong'er, be good," Nan Heng gritted his teeth, desperately trying to break free from the hands of the two, he fell in front of Nan Qiong, and tremblingly held her little hand that was still getting colder, "It doesn't hurt anymore, brother is holding you, Brother...here."

Nan Qiong slightly hooked the corners of her mouth, a slight smile slowly appeared on her immature face.

However, the blood-stained long sword came with the wind and pierced through Nan Qiong's back.

The sword edge pierced through her small body, and the smiling little head drooped down feebly, unable to lift it up again.

"brute!"

Nan Heng suddenly grasped the sharp edge of the sword, blood dripped from his palm, and pain came in bursts, but he was already numb and couldn't feel it at all.

"You say me?" The monk gave him a surprised look, and then laughed loudly, "Hahaha, you are a devil yourself, and you still call me a beast? Interesting!"

"We are exorcising demons and defending Taoism. If we are acquainted with each other, we will die by ourselves, lest I do it again."

"Great Elder, what are you talking to him about? Hurry up and settle it, and we'll go back to deal with it!" A little Xiu next to him immediately said.

"Okay, kill this little devil, and we'll call it a day!" The cultivator raised his hand, pulled out the sword from Nan Qiong's body, and slashed at Nan Heng.

Nan Heng's black eyes turned red suddenly, he felt his heart was burning like fire, at this moment, his body seemed to be full of strength.

"Shut up! You scum! What qualifications do you have to call yourself righteous!"

He clenched his fists and rushed towards the monk.

The monk was startled by his fierce appearance, and staggered a few steps back, but was thrown down by Nan Heng, who angrily picked up Nan Heng's collar, trying to throw him out.

However, the blood of the demon race in Nan Heng's body was agitated and his strength increased greatly. He didn't pull it off this time, but Nan Heng's small hands had already tightly strangled his neck.

"Ah... Ka..."

He was so strong that the monk was pinched and rolled his eyes, and kicked his legs helplessly.

Nan Heng didn't let go, and pinched even harder. The monk soon let go, and turned his head to the side weakly.

Just at this moment, a gust of clear water poured down.

Nan Heng was completely drenched, and turned his head sharply, but met a pair of pure and cold eyes.

It was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a white shirt embroidered with cloud patterns, with fluttering pockets, with a jade flute in his hand, staring at him frowning.

It was Xiao Tingxun in his youth.

"Master..."

Nan Heng subconsciously said it, the redness of his eyes faded, and the strength in his hands loosened.

Unexpectedly, the monk breathed a sigh of relief, summoned spiritual power in his palm, and hit Nan Heng directly.

Xiao Tingxun's brows were cold and stern, Yu Xiao twirled at his fingertips, and suddenly a powerful spiritual wave struck, knocking the monk to the ground.

Then, he hugged Nan Heng, looked coldly at Xiaoxiu who was staring at him, lifted Nan Qiong's cold body full of sword holes with his other hand, and left Yu Jian without looking back.

The night wind was very cold, and Nan Heng wrapped his arms around his neck, feeling that even Xiao Tingxun's neck was cold.

He sniffed and snuggled into his arms. He cried too much just now, but now that he calmed down, he couldn't stop sobbing.

Xiao Tingxun didn't speak. They flew for a long time and finally stopped in a forest far away from Heilin Mountain.

He put down Nan Heng, and put down Nan Qiong's body, then took off his coat, put it on Nan Heng, and without saying a word, he dug it up under a big tree with the sword just now. pit to.

Nan Heng looked at him silently, the moonlight shone on Xiao Tingxun's slightly childish face, reflecting a cold sky light.

"You..." he said, his voice hoarse.

Xiao Tingxun stopped the movement of his hands for a moment, saw that he didn't say anything, and continued.

"Tell me, who is at fault?" Nan Heng raised a pair of blood-stained hands and rubbed his eyes.

Only then did the digger stop his movements. He straightened up, leaning on his sword, and looked at Nan Heng calmly.

"I don't know," he said.

After speaking, he continued to dig hard.

After a long time, he finally dug a deep pit that could accommodate a child, then carried Nan Qiong's body into the pit and put it away, and then filled it with soil bit by bit with his hands.

Nan Heng sat beside him and watched him until he started to fill in the soil, then he walked behind Xiao Tingxun and continued to ask the question just now: "Who is at fault?"

This time, Xiao Tingxun didn't answer again, but the movement of filling the soil was more agile, and he buried his head lower.

"Who is wrong?"

When he didn't answer, Nan Heng asked again and again.

Xiao Tingxun ignored him and buried Nan Qiong's small grave before turning around.

He recited a formula to clean his hands full of mud, and then, with his expression still indifferent, he embraced Nan Heng in his arms.

The four or five-year-old boy burst into tears. He didn't ask who was right and who was wrong. He just cried loudly, and the sound resounded throughout the forest.

He cried for a long time, and finally got tired of crying. He was hugged by Xiao Tingxun, looking at the small grave, and continued to sob.

"If we can meet again in the future, if... I figured out your problem at that time, I will teach you." Xiao Tingxun said softly.