After the defeat of the devil, there is an extra child

After a stick of incense.

Jiang Yizheng patted the dragon scales and dog fur on his body, stood on the side of the couch not too far away, and explained to Yang Lingzhu with a dry smile: "It's all right, don't be afraid, we were just joking around just now."

Yang Lingzhu looked at her vigilantly, "You are—"

"Ah, my name is Jiang Yizheng." Seeing that she was still nervous, Jiang Yizheng dragged Feng Zizhang behind him, "He brought you back, do you remember him?"

Yang Lingzhu recognized Feng Zizhang, and then remembered that her uncle Yang Qianrou had fallen in order to protect herself, and couldn't help but feel sad. Her eyes were red, but she tried not to cry. She raised her hand to salute them, but her right arm was broken. Half of the empty sleeve is left.

She bit her lip and tried her best to stabilize her voice: "Thank you two friends for saving your life."

Seeing her sad expression, Feng Zizhang scratched his hair and said: "Little Daoist Yang, you and your uncle saved my life, and you are also my benefactors, so there is no need to thank you."

Seeing her pale face and the pain in her eyes, Jiang Yi couldn't bear it, so he sat on the side of the couch and said, "It's safe here, you can rest assured to recuperate."

Yang Lingzhu pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty, looked down at his missing right arm, "...Thank you."

A doctor who lost her right hand is almost like a useless person, but now she is the only one left in the Immortal Medicine Valley, and she can't give up no matter what.

"Hiss, hiss..." A small red snake crawled out of Yang Lingzhu's arms, wrapped around her left wrist, and gently rubbed its head against her palm.

Jiang Yizheng was startled, Yang Lingzhu held the little red snake into his palm when he saw it, "It's called Hongyue, it's a little snake I keep for testing medicine, it can't bite people."

Jiang Yizheng smiled awkwardly, "It's okay, I'm not afraid of snakes."

It just popped up suddenly.

Yang Lingzhu looked very strong, except for the initial panic and grief, she quickly adjusted herself, and silently looked at Ning Xiu and Cui Yuanbai who were playing on the ground.

"His name is Cui Yuanbai, and his nickname is Huanhuan. He is five years old this year." Jiang Yizheng poked Cui Yuanbai's shoulder, "Huanhuan, say hello."

Cui Yuanbai raised his head, his eyes fell on Yang Lingzhu, and he nodded calmly at Yang Lingzhu, "Hello, sister."

Then he concentrated on watching Ning Xiu play with the little puppet.

Jiang Yizheng stretched out his hand to hug Ning Xiu, "This is Ning Xiu, our little brother, whose nickname is Xiao Shan, Xiao Shan, say hello to Miss Sister."

After speaking, she held Ning Xiu's small arm and shook it at Yang Lingzhu.

Ning Xiu grinned at Yang Lingzhu, "Ah~"

Hello Miss~

The little baby's eyebrows and eyes were white and cute, Yang Lingzhu pursed his lips, reached out and touched his hand lightly, "He's so small."

"It's nine and a half months old. It was only small before. It's a little ball, and it was tucked in the front of my father's front." Jiang Yizheng smiled and gestured to her.

"Da~" Ning Xiu reached out and patted his belly.

I grow up~

Yang Lingzhu couldn't help but bend his eyes.

Feng Zizhang took down Cui Yuanbai who was trying to climb onto Jiang Yizheng, and whispered, "Huanhuan, you like puppets too? I'll buy you one when I get out."

Cui Yuanbai frowned, "I don't like it."

Feng Zizhang choked, "Why don't you like to watch Xiaoshan play every day?"

Cui Yuanbai folded his arms, and his tone unconsciously carried murderous intent, "Zi Yan's real fire can't burn him."

Feng Zizhang's pupils were shocked, "What!?"

Cui Yuanbai nodded, "I've been hacked with a knife, but I haven't."

"...Xiaoshan likes this toy very much." Feng Zizhang tried to persuade his violent younger brother, "It's not good for you to do so."

"The smell of the puppet is annoying and dangerous." Cui Yuanbai stared at the little puppet that Ning Xiu was holding not far away, and licked the corner of his mouth, "Sooner or later, I will tear him into pieces."

Feng Zizhang: "... Be good, don't talk like our father."

Cui Yuanbai put away the sinister smile on his face, his eyes were deep, and his tone was calm, "I won't let him stay for a long time."

Feng Zizhang: "...Don't imitate Taizun."

"Oh." Cui Yuanbai clenched his fist and said seriously: "I will keep an eye on him, and don't even think about hurting Xiaoshan."

"It's better to tell Dad about this." Feng Zizhang glanced at the puppet Ning Xiu was holding, but he didn't see any mystery, but he was still not at ease, and led Cui Yuanbai to the next room.

In the next room is another body controlled by Chu Jun. This body was transformed into Ning Buwei's appearance and then layered shape technique was used. It was originally made by Ning Buwei and Chu Jun together like the other body. Controlled, but Fang Caining didn't want to see the memory of Yan Jinzhou in the tomb, the soul was forcibly removed, and now only one-third of Chu Jun's soul is left here to watch the entire flying boat, most of the time it is closed Eyes repose.

Feng Zizhang knocked on the door and came in, Chu Jun slowly opened his eyes, "What's the matter?"

Feng Zizhang always felt that his father was a little weird, as if he had been infected by the Tai Zun, but he still remembered that he had something serious to say: "That, Huanhuan said that the puppet of Xiaoshan——"

However, before he could finish speaking, Chu Jun got up abruptly and disappeared before his eyes.

Feng Zizhang was dumbfounded, "Father?"

"Someone is fighting with dad outside!" Cui Yuanbai's eyes lit up, and he turned and ran outside.

Feng Zizhang didn't care too much, and hurriedly chased him out of the room.

Outside the flying boat, two figures were fighting together, and it was impossible to tell who was who.

Jiang Yizheng also hurried out, looking up at the sky, "Zizhang, who is daddy fighting with?"

"I don't know, it suddenly came out while I was talking." Feng Zizhang shook his head doubtfully.

There is only one-third of Chu Jun's soul in this body, and he has to take into account the barrier outside the entire flying boat. Naturally, his cultivation is greatly reduced. He can only draw with the opponent for a while, but it does not prevent him from recognizing him.

"Wu Shizong?" There was a trace of doubt in Chu Jun's tone. The monks of Wu Shizong were all brought into the tomb by Shen Xi, and those who had reached this level of cultivation were at least elders, and it was impossible for them to be alone. disciple.

Chu Bai sneered and said: "So what if you recognize it, quickly hand over the exquisite bones in the flying boat! I would rather not be clever and try to divert the tiger away from the mountain, but let a nobody like you come to watch, God help me!"

Chu Jun blocked his blow, swept his consciousness, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "No time, Chu Bai."

Chu Bai was surprised at first, then sneered: "How do you know?"

After entering the mountain, every disciple of the Wushizong will drip blood to recognize the soul lamp in the sect, and the soul lamp is connected to the exclusive waist plate. They will know it naturally after sweeping their spiritual sense, but there is no need to explain it to him.

This person was able to find Linglong bone and find Feizhou here, his identity is definitely not simple.

Chu Bai sacrificed his talisman, and rushed towards Jiang Yizheng and Feng Zizhang on the deck. Chu Jun pushed the flying boat back a hundred feet with his backhand, and at the same time blocked his blow, but his movements were slightly slow. Seizing the opportunity, the offensive became more and more fierce.

On the deck, Jiang Yizheng and Feng Zizhang were scrambling to grab the railings, while Cui Yuanbai rolled directly into the cabin. When the flying boat stopped, the two hurried into the room inside the cabin, and were drowned by rhubarb's soft, fluffy hair.

Just then the flying boat shook in desperation, Dahuang had no choice but to grow bigger, and put Ning Xiu, Xiao Heilong and the Yangling Bamboo that had just woken up in his abdomen, so as to prevent them from being bumped everywhere in the cabin It was a tragic fate, but before Da Huang could breathe a sigh of relief, Cui Yuanbai who flew in from the outside hit his eyes, and immediately stretched out his big furry paws to cover his eyes and wailed.

"I'm sorry." Cui Yuanbai reached out and touched its wet nose, expressing his apology.

"Ah?" Ning Xiu showed his little head from the fur on Rhubarb's stomach, expressing his doubts.

Feng Zizhang hurriedly hugged him into his arms, and conveniently pulled up the dizzy little black dragon beside him and put it on his arm, nervously said: "It's dangerous outside, don't run around—"

"Where's Lingzhu?" Jiang Yizheng looked around, but he didn't see Yang Lingzhu, and felt bad immediately.

Da Huang covered his eyes and returned to normal size, and shouted towards the window of the flying boat: "Wow!"

Jiang Yi was running to the window, only in time to see Yang Lingzhu's back, "Lingzhu! Come back from the danger outside!"

However, Yang Lingzhu ran faster when he heard the sound.

"I'll go after her, Zizhang, take care of them!" Jiang Yizheng grabbed the sword on the table and jumped directly from the window of the flying boat.

"Hey——Xiao Jiang!" Feng Zizhang hugged Ning Xiu and Xiao Hei with one hand, and grabbed Cui Yuanbai who was trying to catch up with him and jumped out of the window with the other, and his head suddenly became dilated.

Jiang Yi was chasing after with his sword, and soon saw Yang Lingzhu's back, and said loudly: "Miss Lingzhu, don't run anymore, it is very dangerous in the floating realm, come back with me!"

Yang Lingzhu is weak, but his speed is not slow, and he said without turning his head: "I am very grateful to you for saving me, but I am a trouble, and I will implicate you sooner or later! I can go out by myself! I don't want to implicate you!"

Jiang Yizheng gritted his teeth, poured a large amount of spiritual power into the flying sword, and rushed forward, and then stopped her in front of her with a roundabout, "You are seriously injured now, and you are courting death if you come out rashly!"

An eight or nine-year-old girl with no arms and a doctor who is not good at fighting is dangerous no matter what she thinks.

"Zizhang and I will protect you, and my father is very good, he won't think you are a burden!" Jiang Yizheng jumped off the sword, reaching out to pull her, "Come back with me."

Yang Lingzhu shook his head, nimbly avoided her hand, turned around and ran to the side.

"Yangling Bamboo!" Jiang Yizheng ran after him.

She took a big step and grabbed Yang Lingzhu's sleeve after a short chase. Yang Lingzhu turned his head, but his expression suddenly changed, and he rushed towards Jiang Yizheng, "Be careful!"

A strong spiritual force brushed against the cheeks of the two of them, cutting off a few strands of Yang Lingzhu's hair.

Chu Jun manipulated his body to force Chu Bai back, looked distractedly at the two little girls who were very close to the entrance of the tomb, and said in a deep voice, "Go back to the boat!"

Jiang Yizheng hurriedly pulled Yang Lingzhu up, but before she could stand up completely, a huge suction force suddenly came from behind, sucking her and Yang Lingzhu into the darkness together.

The smell of blood mixed with the smell of mud, Jiang Yizheng only had time to hold Yang Lingzhu into his arms in the confusion, as if his back hit hard on the cold and hard stone, she even heard a click The sound of crackling.

"Mother, I won't have a broken waist, will I!?" Jiang Yizheng wailed while hugging Yang Lingzhu.

Yang Lingzhu, who was being hugged by her, raised his head to look around, his face turned pale, and his voice trembled, "Sister... Sister."

Jiang Yizheng was gasping for air in pain, and with difficulty propped himself up on his elbows, while turning his head, he said: "Father will definitely be pissed off this time—"

Before she could finish speaking, cold sweat covered her forehead.

Under the pulsating blue candlelight, hundreds of monks densely packed the entire dark cave in a ring shape. They were stiff and motionless, and strange dark red lines twisted and spread under their feet. However, these people still have the ability to breathe. Blinking, they all stared at her and Yang Lingzhu.

Gudong.

Jiang Yizheng swallowed hard, slipped his elbow supporting the cold stone, and lay face down on the "stone", only to realize that it was not a "stone" but transparent ice. To be precise, It is a transparent ice coffin——

And through that layer of clear ice, a corpse covered with frost lay quietly inside, its empty and lifeless eyes met hers directly.

Jiang Yizheng: "..."

The shrill screams instantly resounded throughout the tomb.