Refining magic pills, drawing magic talismans, the group's favorite junior sister is a genius

"Where are our parents?" Song Nianchu looked at the old man in white robe and asked.

The old man in white robe glanced at Song Nianchu, then his gaze fell on Si Jiuli, and then he spoke: "If you agree to our request, I can let you meet them."

"What you mean is that you just let us meet him and you don't plan to let him go?" Song Nianchu said expressionlessly.

The old man in white robe saw that there was no change in their expressions, and he wondered whether the news he had received about Song Nianchu and Si Jiuli caring a lot about their family and friends was false.

Then he thought again, even if it was fake, they had no way out.

"Before we release them, you need to go to the prehistoric world with us first." The old man in white robe directly stated his request.

"What about my parents?" Song Nianchu stared at the old man in white robes, "Are they going to the prehistoric world with me?"

Song Nianchu was not surprised by this question.

But if these people really do this, don't blame her for being ruthless later.

"Of course, go to the prehistoric world with us." The old man in white robe said as a matter of course.

"Okay." Song Nianchu looked very easy to talk to.

The old man in white robe didn't expect things to go so smoothly, and subconsciously looked at Si Jiuli.

After all, Si Jiuli hasn't said a word since he appeared.

Even his expression didn't change.

It is completely impossible to understand what Si Jiuli means.

"No need to look at me." Si Jiuli's tone was very calm, "I'll listen to her."

The old man in white robe looked at Si Jiuli in confusion.

I want to see something from Si Jiuli.

How could a man like Si Jiuli be able to let the old man in white robe know anything from his expression?

Moreover, their main purpose this time was to rescue people, but they also had other plans.

Therefore, Song Nianchu and Si Jiuli did not directly refuse any request made by the old man in white robe.

As long as the three people who were arrested are safe, Song Nianchu doesn't have to worry.

Still in the Holy Cultivation Realm, the white-robed old man and his group are still very vigilant.

When I arrived at the prehistoric world...

"Since you all have no objections, I can arrange for you to meet, and then set off for the prehistoric world." As soon as the white-robed old man said this, Song Nianchu understood that they could only meet once at most.

She thought about it and agreed.

The old man in white robe immediately sent a message to bring Song Zhou and the other two over.

"Nianchu..." When Song Zhou and his wife saw Song Nianchu appear, their eyes suddenly turned red.

Si Yinyin looked at Song Nianchu and wanted to say something, but her eyes fell on Si Jiuli again.

"Daddy, Mommy..." Song Nianchu walked towards them.

Before they got close, the two elders from the other side stopped them from going forward.

"If you have anything to say, just stand where you are and say it."

Song Nianchu glanced at a few people with his spiritual sense and found that some kind of restriction had been placed on his father and the others. It would take some time to remove it.

It seems that we cannot take the person away now, thinking that they will use this incident to make an example of others in the prehistoric world.

She suppressed her worries and looked at Song Zhou and the other two: "Dad, Mom, Aunt, you don't have to worry."

Si Yinyin looked at Song Nianchu: "Nianchu, we are not worried about ourselves, we are worried that you and Jiuli will do something stupid."

"Mother, we won't do anything stupid." Si Jiuli looked at Song Zhou and the other two, "No matter what happens, everything is possible as long as we are alive."

Si Jiuli was also worried that these three people would worry about dragging the child down and do something stupid.

Song Nianchu also nodded: "You don't have to worry, we will all go to the prehistoric world, and we can solve any problems by then. You have to trust me and Jiuli."

"We believe you." Song Zhou and the other two felt extremely uncomfortable at this moment.

The people from the prehistoric world saw that they had almost finished talking, so they took the people away.

The old man in white robe stepped forward and said cheerfully: "Now that I have seen the person, you two can follow me now."

The most important ones are Song Zhou and two others.

Six people came from the prehistoric world this time.

Arrange two people to accompany Song Nianchu, and the rest of the people will follow Song Zhou and the other two to the Honghuang Realm.

Song Nianchu was not surprised by this arrangement.

However, she was now communicating with the Smurfs: "Leave Xiaobai here, can you pass on the message?"

"Master, this is a bit difficult." The Smurf was also embarrassed.

He knew that his master was worried about Song Zhou and his wife, as well as Si Yinyin.

The Blue Elf added, "However, I can monitor them after I get to the Primordial Realm. Judging from their current situation, it shouldn't last long. It's possible that after we leave, the people who follow will take your parents to the Primordial Realm."

Song Nianchu understood that this was the only way.

Now they have arrived at the prehistoric world first.

This is good, I can leave Xiaobai behind after we reach the prehistoric world.

As long as we are all in the prehistoric world, transmitting information will not be that difficult.

It is indeed not very convenient to transmit messages because there is a dimension between them.

The few of them soon arrived at a mountain range.

Song Nianchu saw the old man in white robe take out a holy weapon.

After a moment, a passage appeared in front.

The old man in white robe was the first to step into the transmission channel.

Si Jiuli held Song Nianchu's hand and they walked in together.

The gray-robed elder followed at the end.

After the Holy Cultivation Realm was upgraded, it was actually not far from the Primordial Realm.

Song Nianchu also has such a magical weapon that can break through the teleportation channel.

But she didn't use it normally, so she kept it aside after she got it.

Now after taking a look at the artifact, Song Nianchu no longer has to worry.

When the time comes, I will deal with these people from the prehistoric world and take my parents away with me.

As soon as they came out of the teleportation channel, the Smurfs in the space began to release Xiaobai outside.

While playing, he kept muttering: "This is not the fantasy world, nor the holy land, this is an unfamiliar primitive world."

"When you enter here, you must be careful and don't let yourself get killed."

"After all, if you die, you won't be able to pass on information to the master. The master's parents and Si Jiuli's mother are still in the hands of the people in the prehistoric world. You must be vigilant and keep an eye on their situation at all times..."

Song Nianchu listened to the Smurf's mumbling and realized for the first time that it was so nagging.

Don’t you see that the newbies are already getting impatient?

However, Song Nianchu also knew that the Smurfs had just arrived in the prehistoric world and were worried that the little whites would cause trouble.

Song Nianchu was very touched that Smurf cared so much about his parents' affairs.

When she gets the chance, she will get some good things for the Smurfs and the Whitebait to reward them.

After arriving at the prehistoric world, the old man in white robe took out a spirit boat.

After the group went up, Song Nianchu and Si Jiuli were both observing the surroundings.

The spiritual energy of the prehistoric world is slightly higher than that of the holy cultivation world.

Not too obvious.

It seems that after returning, I have to find some good things for the Heart of the Realm to increase the spiritual energy of the Holy Cultivation Realm.

The Blue Elf also released the little whites along the way, still muttering: "Be careful, don't die, I'm still waiting for you to pass on the message to the master."

The newbies really wanted to roll their eyes in unison.

Too much talk.