This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

The spring water gurgled and the birds chirped in the mountains. The clear sounds penetrated An Ling's ears, making her chaotic brain a little lighter. She moved her fingers, then her arms, shoulders, and finally, she slowly opened her eyes.

All she saw were lush green leaves. The silky sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, falling on her body and the dead leaves around her, warm and without any aggression.

An Ling cried out. Such a cozy atmosphere allowed her to enjoy the gentle relaxation that she hadn't enjoyed for a long time. But the next second, she sat up abruptly, summoned the Xiangzhu Sword and held it in her hand.

"My bet was right. Senior Li's sword is still in the Sword Pavilion. Just at the critical moment, Senior Sword was attracted by the Mayfly Sword Intentions that are exactly the same as mine, and pulled me into the small world!"

She was about to stand up, but her legs were so paralyzed that she couldn't move at all. She looked around vigilantly, and when she found that there were no ferocious beasts or monsters attacking her, she began to move her legs and feet with her hands, trying to promote blood circulation, but it was of no avail.

"What's going on! Why can't I move my legs!" An Ling was anxious. In this strange world of tests, legs and feet are one of the most important things. If a tiger suddenly came now, she would probably not be able to hold on for long.

She fiddled with it for a while, but found that she still had no feeling in her legs and feet, let alone standing up!

An Ling sat there and thought for a while, then tried to use the Wind Control Technique to gather the wind under her body and push her forward.

At the beginning, An Ling fell to the ground several times, getting herself covered in dirt. Fortunately, she was very proficient in the art of controlling the wind. It didn't take long for her to master the driving techniques such as forward, backward, and rotation, and she was able to move around again.

"Oh, I don't know why my legs suddenly became like this. It might be the unique rule of this small world..." An Ling sighed and resigned herself to using the wind-controlling technique to move forward. She still had some dignity, so she bent her legs back and crossed them, straightened her waist, and it seemed as if there was a transparent hovercraft sitting under her butt, floating forward. If a mortal saw An Ling like this, he would probably kneel down and shout "Goddess".

She closed her eyes and felt it silently. She was surprised to find the scent of human beings ahead. After hesitating for a long time, she decided to move in that direction. After all, humans are social animals, and it is better to deal with people than to stay in the woods and feed wild beasts.

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Today is Anan's fifth day of collecting herbs. She has a dark complexion and a thin figure. She carries a large medicine basket on her back. She holds a machete tightly in her right hand and moves forward while chopping the grass and trees in the mountains. Her bright black eyes patrol like a falcon, searching for her target.

"Mute brother said that the herb with three leaves and purple flowers on top is the most valuable. But now is not the flowering season. Can Anan really find it?" Anan once again pushed aside the bushes, looking for the magic medicine mentioned by "Mute brother", but she got nothing except the usual disappointment.

Just as she was about to go to the next place, she heard a rustling sound that made her hair stand on end. She held the machete tightly to her chest with both hands, her calves trembling constantly, and asked in a trembling voice, "What is... in there?"

The rustling sound became louder. She screamed, threw the machete into the bushes, and ran away. Not long after she ran, she heard a woman's voice behind her: "Little girl, can you help me? My leg is injured..."

Anan didn't dare to look back anymore. There were often monsters in the mountains pretending to be injured and asking for help, but in fact they were trying to trick humans into coming over and eating them. She would not be fooled!

An Ling, who was sitting in the bushes, held the machete thrown by Anan and sighed helplessly. If you say she is smart, she doesn't know that if you encounter a wild beast in the wild, you should not disturb it at will, but should quietly push it away; if you say she is stupid, she still has a strong anti-fraud awareness and knows that it is wrong to hear someone suddenly ask for help in the wild.

She played with the machete in her hand and felt that this little girl was definitely not simple and must have a close connection with Li Wanjian. She might as well follow this little girl. Maybe she could find clues to get Li Wanjian's sword from her.

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Anan didn't know where he got the strength from, but he rushed down the mountain in one breath. It was not until he saw the fire in the distance that his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

When she calmed down, she found that her hands and feet were scratched when she fell. Gravel and grass seeds were stuck in the wounds, causing her unbearable pain.

The fourteen-year-old girl looked at her arms and finally couldn't hold back her tears. She sat on the ground without any image at all, tears running down her little face like running water, her red face was so pitiful to see.

"Am... Aye... Nannan is in so much pain... Mute brother... where are you? Nannan is in so much pain..." She broke down and cried, repeating the names of those people who were very important to her.

The patrolling personnel on top of the nearby tower seemed to have seen Anan. Amid a commotion, Anan was carried in by the familiar uncles and aunts.

"Oh, Nan Nan, what happened to you? Why are you so wounded?" The enthusiastic aunt immediately brought hot water and liquor and carefully cleaned Anan's wounds.

"Ah!" Anan's hands and feet were held down by more than a dozen people. She struggled desperately, but to no avail. She could only watch as high-purity liquor was poured on her wounds to wash them.

After Anan's skin wounds were treated and he was changed into the clothes brought by Am, Anan sat on the bed and told his experience to the clan leader and elders.

"Just now when I was collecting herbs in the mountains, I heard something moving in the bushes. I thought it was a wild animal at first, but then I heard a woman's voice coming from the bushes."

"She told me that her foot was injured and asked if I could help her. I remembered the story that Am had told me before, so I didn't dare to go over and ran back to the tower in fear."

The clan leader and the elders exchanged a glance and kindly consoled them, "Nannan, you should take a good rest. You will be safe when you get home. The adults will take care of the rest."

The people who were still in the room expressed their deep sympathy for Anan's experience, and then went back to their homes when they saw that there was no more gossip to be seen. Could what the child said be true? Maybe she just had a problem with her ears, and was frightened by the roar of a wild animal and thought it was a monster. Where in the world are there monsters?

Anan looked at Am pitifully, "Am, what I said is true." Am touched Anan's head and said with a smile, "You have loved listening to strange stories since you were a child. There are no monsters in the world, only beasts that eat people. So Nannan must go to bed early, otherwise, the tiger will come and eat Nannan!"

Anan's little head shrank into the quilt, leaving only a pair of black and bright eyes exposed. Am stayed with Anan for a while and felt a little sleepy, so she prepared to go to bed.

But Anan grabbed her sleeve and asked in a low voice: "Am, is the mute brother asleep? I want to go see him..."

At the same time, An Ling finally followed Anan's escape route and came to the outside of the tower. The process was extremely difficult. She looked at the tall and magnificent building in the distance and sighed softly: "It seems that this tower is where the story happened."