The little junior sister was born rebellious, and the whole sect was led away

"There is a virtual realm at the junction of gods and demons, which can help us ascend to the divine realm. Xiao Ning will wait a moment while we pack up our belongings and set off."

Qiuwan walked into Qingyu Hall in despair. The next second, there was a sharp explosion in the hall. The sound was enough to lift his skull.

Ning Ning, who had expected it, covered her ears tightly. After the sound disappeared, she gently rubbed the swollen and painful auricles, pouting unhappily, thinking to herself, Master, what is there to be embarrassed about?Who doesn’t know yet?
The big, clear-jointed hands covered Ning Ning's ears, and the warm spiritual energy soothed the swollen and painful ears. Shaojiu's gentle, watery eyes were like a pool of deep water, dragging Ning in and coaxing softly: "Ning'er, I don't feel uncomfortable anymore."

The heat was transmitted from Shaojiu's palm, and the skin touching each other trembled. Ning Ning had to turn her head away unnaturally to save her damaged ears, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "It's not so fragile, no need... no need..."

"No" After a long time, Ning Ning didn't say any words of rejection. Her face was so hot that she could boil a kettle of water.

"Ning'er."

The clear and magnetic voice was like a tail feather, gently tugging at Ning Ning's heartstrings. Shy and embarrassed, she pulled away from him, her little eyes couldn't stop looking at Shaojiu, wondering to herself, could his head be caught in the door?Otherwise, your words will be muddled and awkward, just like...just like when you are in love...Stop it, you can't think about it anymore, or you will get confused if you think about it again.

Ning Ning slapped her cheeks wildly, her face flushed, and her eyes did not fall on Shaojiu for a second.

The chuckle in Shaojiu's throat was like opening the mellowest wine, attracting both drinkers and non-drinkers.

Ning Ning scratched her neck and refused to lose anything, but... the clearer laughter in her ears made her deeply aware of the seriousness of the problem.

No, why is she uncomfortable getting on the pole?If you have this spare time, why not think about how to save Xuanyou in the sea of ​​consciousness once you have obtained the long-cherished fruit? If you get to know each other, you won’t cause Xuanyou to bleed...

"Xiao Ning, let's go!" The autumn evening with "Breeze on Two Sleeves" dusted off the folds of his clothes, held out a spiritual boat, and said calmly.

"Master, this... journey is not far, right? Do we need a spirit boat? It costs a lot of spirit stones."

"It's useful. We must first go through the Dark Realm, and then along the border of the Demon Realm, before we can reach the virtual realm. Use spiritual power to drive the mission sword. If nothing else, after reaching the virtual realm, how can we..."

"Stop." Ning Ning, who was in the mist, interrupted at the right time, squeezed out a sweet smile, and said: "Master, there is no need to introduce in detail, Xiao Ning believes in you."

She suppressed her smile, bumped Shaojiu's waist and abdomen with her elbow, opened her lips slightly, and asked in ventriloquism: "No, didn't you get to the virtual realm very quickly that time? Starting from the Yanjian Sect, how complicated is it?"

"Regional issues."

"Oh!" Ning Ning nodded along with his words, suddenly shrugged her shoulders and said innocently: "Very good, I don't understand."

She ran to Qiu Wanluo's side, tugged on his sleeves, and relied on Qiu Wanluo to pamper her, playing rogue with ease: "Master, Xiao Ning is physically disabled and strong-willed...his body is weak and he cannot climb up. Lingzhou, Master, help Xiao Ning, okay?"

"You know how to act coquettishly. If Master is not here in the future, what will you do?"

"Bah, bah, bah, master, what are you talking about?" Ning Ning's little face bulged into a bun, and she slammed Qiu Wanluo's hand away, like a volcano about to erupt, "Master, Xiao Ning is angry."

"Be good, Master is stupid, Xiao Ning is not angry anymore."

"Hmph, Xiao Ning is generous and will not be angry with Master."

The laughing and joking master and apprentice couldn't get in the way of the taciturn Shaojiu. He lowered his eyes in loneliness and stood beside Ning Ning, listening to her cheerful laughter. He felt sad in his heart and was content with his current state. At least Ning Ning The son did not drive him away again.

Qiu Wanluo, who seemed to be feeling something, glanced at Shaojiu, who was quiet, folded his hands on his chest, lightly bumped Ning Ning, and whispered: "Xiao Ning, haven't you reconciled with him yet?"

"No, I don't want to reconcile."

"Xiao Ning, Master hopes that you will be carefree, but this wish is becoming more and more difficult to realize, so Master just wants you to be happy and not do something that you will regret for life because of a moment of anger."

The late autumn night was tempting her, and she didn't take it to heart at all. Little did she know that she almost followed her words and regretted it for the rest of her life. "Master."

"Okay, no more talking, let's set off."

The spirit boat drew a stream of light in the sky. On a mountain peak outside the Yanjian Sect, Cangming, who was wearing a peach-colored dress, smiled sweetly and said, "Girl, the emperor has been waiting for you for a long time."

Cangming's hands were covered with sticky and smelly blood, and a meandering stream of blood flowed from behind. Countless monsters had become her victims, and she didn't know how to offend this monster until her death.

After glancing at the satisfied Ten Directions Ghost Flags, a feeling of disgust flashed through Cangming's eyes. She put away the Ten Directions Ghost Flags and disappeared quietly, leaving only a wreckage on the ground.

ten days later.

Ning Ning vomited all day long, and fell down as expected. She lay on the bed in a daze, unable to eat even a drop of rice or water.

"Xiao Ning, don't be willful. If you vomit like this, it's the same for us flying swords."

"No... different... yue... earlier... earlier... yue... arrived... I... I don't have to... yue... vomit... vomit... yue... yue..."

Ning Ning's stomach was churning, and she couldn't speak coherent words. She put her head and head on Shaojiu's palm, and overflowing tears rolled into his palm. The "pain" made him frown, "Ning'er, be obedient, I'm here, Won't……"

"Shut up, I feel bad and don't want to hear any rebuttal."

Shaojiu kept silent, and the cool but soft facial flesh in his palms diluted a trace of his worries and added a trace of uneasiness.

bang.

Black and purple sky thunder struck down, the spirit boat was ignited by the sky fire, and burned into the cabin instantly. Shaojiu picked up Ning Ning, whose hands and feet were weak, pressed her tightly into her arms, exchanged glances with Qiu Wanluo, and rushed out resolutely .

The eye of the storm was approaching at an extremely fast speed, and their frequency was surprisingly unified. They jumped off the spirit boat and rushed out of the eye of the storm with their swords.

The surging wind whipped Ning Ning's cheek, and she was unable to open her eyes. She groaned for two seconds, and the pain on her face disappeared. She opened a slit in her eye and saw blood marks on Shaojiu's face. She stretched out her hand to block it. Instead, Shaojiu hid him in his arms.

"Ning'er, I don't feel any pain, please obey me and don't move."

"Shaojiu, come here."

With a few spins, they were able to escape the eye of the storm.

In the majestic and sacred hall, Yue Zhu, who was sitting on a high seat, slowly opened his eyes, grasped the news from Feng'er, raised the corners of his mouth, and lowered his clear voice slightly, with a kind of bewitching tone: "Sister, we will be able to do it soon. When we meet, you can only be mine, I can’t get it, and no one can get it.”

A crazy look was fermenting in his eyes. Anyone who saw it would not say a word, where did he come from?Those who are entangled with him can only hope for happiness.

"Ah."

Ning Ning rubbed her itchy nose, confused, did she have typhoid fever?No, seasickness won’t cause typhoid fever, right?

The bustling crowd was pushed aside, and Shaojiu took out the sour apricots and stuffed them into Ning Ning's mouth, "Ning'er, your clothes are thin? Add another layer..."

"No, have you found out when the virtual realm will be opened again?"

"Five days later."