Master, I want to marry the eldest brother

Chapter 257 It's scary to say it
Yan Xiaotang went back into the room, sat on the edge of the bed and fell down with a "boom", turned over again, and rolled into the bed without taking off her boots, her head resting on Bo Xi's arm.

"Bo Xi, what did you say?"

She dug her own face, looked at Bo Xi's furrowed brows, her thoughts of guilt were immediately replaced by distress, and she got up to pick the blood pomegranate in a hurry.

Dozens of pots of blood pomegranates stretched out slender branches, growing vigorously, and more than a dozen pots were sprouting, branching, and blooming.

Yan Xiaotang randomly picked a ripe fruit and wanted to leave, but suddenly thought of counting—there are many people in Yuli Palace in the past few days, although the yard is guarded by little sweet potatoes, but these little guys are very cute, It is hard to guarantee that you will lose sight of it.

She didn't want to deliberately doubt Ning Wan'er, but these blood pomegranates were all nourished by her blood essence, and they were facing Bo Xi's symptoms. Xi Yang wanted her to continue, and Zhao Nan didn't object, which showed that she was indeed very good to Bo Xi, she I can't bear to give it to people other than Bo Xi.

The blood pomegranate contains Yan Xiaotang's true energy, yang energy, and vitality, as well as the star sand that melts into her flesh and blood. Once the fruit is picked, it will wither and die. One seed can only get one blood pomegranate. If you have to estimate the value, it is better than the precious medicine.

Every time Yan Xiaotang picks one, Little Sweet Potato Essence will dig out the withered ones and plant the seeds again. When she comes next time, she will see pots with only black soil dripping blood to stimulate them. In this way, fifteen pots of blood pomegranates are actually Enough for Bo Xi to take it every day, but he is not in good condition, like today, Yan Xiaotang will give him more than one.

After counting, there should be more than [-] pots bearing fruit, but when Yan Xiaotang counted, there were only a dozen pots bearing fruit—so much less!What a huh.

After a while, Yan Xiaotang came out holding two blood pomegranates as if nothing had happened, and went back to the house.

Later, everyone knew that the place where she raised blood pomegranates was designated as a forbidden area, and Yue Li chose a few trustworthy men to guard it in turn, and since then she hasn't lost any more fruit.

Yan Xiaotang didn't tell Zhao Nan about this matter, she could hold it back, Yue Chu couldn't hold it back, after recuperating for Zhao Nan, she told him everything he knew.

Zhao Nan didn't say a word, Ning Wan'er has a lot of bad habits of low-level mortals, she thinks that she can shirk responsibility by looking wronged, and regards her cleverness as her own advantages, etc., but stealing is still as important as stealing blood pomegranates. Not quite willing to believe it.

Moonrise didn't say anything more, he did a lot of fueling and jealousy when he was young, and he can't do it now, but he didn't regard it as petty theft in his heart, so he specially told Zhao Nan He suggested that he felt that there was hostility behind it.

Zhao Nan didn't want to talk too much, so the moonrise was enough.

Another day later, Wei Wuyu sent someone to report that he had won Mingchun and was on his way to Jishu City.

Mingchun Luoshen Pavilion, there is only one cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, and He Chu, the pheasant spirit, is very unlucky for this demon cultivator. He was beheaded by Wei Wuyu within a few days after surrendering Yan Xiaotang. It was not rumored that the soul-splitting gun was the senior brother of the fourth son. In the next spring, Wei Wuyi is a demon cultivator. Even if he knows it's unnecessary, he will kill He Chu to add to Yan Xiaotang's troubles and make Yuechu unhappy.

When Yuechu received the letter and looked at Yan Xiaotang in dismay, Wei Wuyi's magic repair team of dozens of people was looking for a leeward place to rest for a while.

This group of people sat spaced apart from each other, all of them had hostility in their eyes, and they could make people shy away from them from a distance.

Wei Wuyao was a man in his thirties, dressed in a black robe, with his hair in a random bundle, a pair of knife-edged eyebrows under the messy hair, his eyes gloomy and vigilant across the surrounding fields.

He still doesn't know what kind of madness the Soul-Splitting Gun is going to be, and he is willing to throw down the city and fight with him at all cost. No one, there is nothing in the cultivation stage of the transformation of the gods, but it has also been exhausted. Others in the transformation of the gods will soon smell the smell.

There was a "click" in the frozen ground under his feet, a skeleton hand poked out, and five white finger bones grabbed a flower bud that turned into a ghost.

With a flick of Wei Wu's finger, the flower bud opened, and a voice asked, "I'm here, where are you, my lord?"

Falling into such a field, Wei Wuyi would not easily reveal his location. Now that the messenger has arrived at the place he prepared in advance, he flipped his fingers over and over again, using the slight link between the skeleton hand and its owner, to move a The sword intent was condensed and compressed, and put into the bud.

The other party respectfully called him an adult, and he was originally one of his followers. He had many such followers, who were arranged by him to go to different cities as eyeliners to inquire about news.

Usually, Wei Wuyou would not remember the names and looks of these people, but this one was very special. In order to win him over, he had a long conversation with this person, and said something that seemed to be heart-to-heart.

However, it was such a follower that caused the bad luck along the way. Wei Wuyu himself became a slave of others, and the anger in his heart was almost the same as when his name was erased. There is no room for this follower.

Anyway, he is a very humble little person. Since he has no value, he will die if he dies.

The flower buds closed, and the skeleton hand retracted to the ground, turning around with Wei Wuyi's sword intent.

In a mountain valley more than a hundred miles away, there are a few dilapidated houses. Because there are no tiles on the roof, you can’t tell that they are houses until you get close. into one.

At this time, a series of footprints were left on the snow outside the house. It seemed that the footprints belonged to a woman. A group of four people flew towards them. Seeing the footprints, they winked at each other and sneaked towards the broken house in the mountain depression.

Looking at the clothes, they are the disciples of the Tai Chi Dao Palace in Jishu City. The four are foundation-building cultivators, three demons and one ghost, and they are more convenient than human cultivators when operating in the harsh wilderness. Therefore, they went out of the city to track down Mu Chichi's whereabouts There are almost no human cultivators in the team.

Mu Chichi is a ghost cultivator in the foundation building stage, and has a flying spirit weapon. Judging from the consumption of true energy, she is probably in this area. The Taiji Dao Palace sent more than [-] teams to search in this direction, and they are one of them. .

This is the coldest time in Chizhiyuan, and the number of horse dealers in each city has been reduced to a minimum, and they have to form a team to prevent accidental death. I found signs of a single person, especially women, most likely Mu Chi ran away no more.

The more careful they were, they saw a "click" sound in the room, and the ghost cultivator among the four nodded. Judging from the aura fluctuation, it was more likely that there was a ghost cultivator on the other side of the wall, and it was Mu Chichi.

Just as the three of them turned to the side, ready to encircle them, a sword intent burst out from behind the wall, and they heard a shrill scream. It feels like I went in and looked around.

A few fragments of spiritual weapons and magic weapons fell in the thick snow, and Ghost Xiu also disappeared.

Among the four of them, Guixiu's expression changed: "No, she's gone out of her wits!"

After the death of a person or demon, there will be a corpse, and the soul and primordial spirit will go to the nearest city and wait for reincarnation outside the Hall of Rebirth.

Otherwise, the ghost cultivator was originally cultivated with the soul. After death, there is no corpse to find, just like now, there are only a few fragments of spiritual weapons and magic weapons left.

They didn't know if it was Mu Chichi who died, so they had to pick up these fragments and bring them back.

Half a day later, Wei Wuyi, who had a great reputation for viciousness, entered Jishu City.

The whole city was quiet, no one knew that these dozens of people were the famous Wei Wuyu and his demon cultivator.

Wei Wuyi didn't kneel or speak when he saw the moon rising, and let his subordinates report everything that should be said or should not be said.

"...Eleven people were damaged, one Nascent Soul was beheaded, 11 were formed alchemy, more than 82 foundations were built, the rest were not counted, 500 and seven high-grade magic weapons were handed over, more than 280 middle-grade magic weapons, and the rest were not counted..."

Moonrise heard two meanings: one was that they didn't slaughter the city, not because they didn't want to, but because they didn't have enough combat power;

Maybe the high-grade magic weapon seized also has hidden parts. Moonrise doesn’t intend to care about it. In the past few decades, he has reached a height that he never dared to imagine before, sitting on a high position in the world, and having countless wealth resources. This little thing is nothing in his eyes.

For a group of demon cultivators, Yuechu will not let the Taiji Dao Palace take out the elixir to treat them, so let them use the part they withheld to save themselves.

After listening, Yue Chu said: "Give the magic weapon to Tai Chi Dao Gong Zi Che Dou, you can't leave the city without my order, let's go down."

Wei Wuyao stood there without moving, Moonrise ignored him, he was about to go out, Wei Wuyao said: "I want to see Bo Xi."

Moonrise stopped and turned around: "How do you know..."

Before she finished speaking, Yan Xiaotang walked in with her things, and Yuechu saw the spirit weapon and magic weapon fragments she was holding, but couldn't understand.

Outside the door was a guy who was poking his head——Hao Xu, he was carrying the Kongsheng sword, and his blood was soaring that it almost covered the scenery outside the door. It was strange that Wei Wuyi didn't respond to this.

Yan Xiaotang showed her hand to Yue Chu: "This is the spiritual weapon of my 'friend' Mu Chichi. The gatekeepers of the Dao Palace said that she was killed by a sword intent, and only this pile of things is left."

Yuechu looked at Wei Wuyu: "Mu Chichi is your man?"

Wei Wuyu refused to speak again, and another magician spoke for him: "Our lord has many followers, too many, and your lord will not remember their names."

"Huh?" Yan Xiaotang laughed: "Your lord, you can't even remember the names of the people you talked to?"

Wei Wuyi shifted his gaze to Yan Xiaotang's face, looked him up and down again, very contemptuously, and said for him: "Who are you? Mere knots are quite courageous."

Yan Xiaotang laughed in surprise: "It seems that if I don't explain my identity properly, Mr. Wei doesn't bother to talk to me."

Yuechu laughed and shook his head: "Yanyan..." Why bother with a demon cultivator, the most unreasonable thing in the world is the demon cultivator.

Yan Xiaotang really couldn't understand Wei Wugao's dead appearance, he was such a living person, he had to put on such an appearance, did he think he was Bo Xi?Only Bo Xi has the right to ignore people... hum!

"Master Wei, please listen carefully, my cultivation is not good enough, but my master, it's scary to say it."

(End of this chapter)