Reborn as a girl, I will live forever in the world of immortality

He Ling naturally knew this as well. "It's alright, Huang Daoyou, please feel free to accept these things. Regardless of whether there is any news in the end, this is a deposit for Huang Daoyou. If there is any result in the end, I will reward you handsomely."

Hearing He Ling say this, Huang Yiran looked at He Ling with eyes that became hot.

She is truly worthy of being the rich woman she recognizes, she is generous with everything she does.

"Sister~, then I will shamelessly accept it."

Accompanied by a coquettish voice, tonight's meeting finally ended.

By the way, when Huang Yiran left, he packed up all the spiritual food on the table.

As I walked out of the brightly lit restaurant, I saw a crescent moon hanging in the sky.

He Ling exhaled a breath of foul air, but his thoughts drifted away to who knows where.

She has been looking for news about Liu Qing over the years, but without exception, the name Liu Qing seems to have disappeared. No matter how He Ling tries, there is no news at all.

Based on the reactions of the two cultivators he saw when he was in Yuxian Town before, He Ling thought Xiaoqing should have good talent. Perhaps, he would hear rumors about Xiaoqing as soon as he arrived.

But in the end there was only a blank, as if the name Liu Qing had disappeared from Xuanyuan Gate, and only the small figure in green remained in her memory.

He Ling exhaled another long breath of white air, which extended all the way to the ground and was then blown away by a gust of cold wind.

It was almost the end of the year and the temperature around had dropped. Fortunately, monks were immune to cold and heat, so He Ling was still wearing the thin white robe and didn't feel cold.

Looking at the crescent moon, He Ling murmured to herself, "Xiaoqing, where on earth have you been?"

After staring blankly for a while, He Ling left.

Another half a month passed, and there was still no news from Huang Yiran.

However, He Ling's residence became lively.

Monks don't actually celebrate the holidays of ordinary people. Monks also have emotions and appreciate the benefits of the worldly world, but how many of them can firmly resolve it? After all, they are people who pursue the great way, and being too contaminated by the mundane world is ultimately not conducive to their cultivation.

However, He Ling doesn't have so many taboos.

I bought a lot of spiritual beast meat and spiritual fish.

In the kitchen, a little girl with fox ears and a fox tail was standing on a wooden stool with her furry fox paws. In her chubby hands, she was holding a spatula that was too big for her and was stirring the food in the pan quickly.

The little girl with fox ears finished cooking a dish, opened her mouth, but only made a whimpering sound.

"Master Xiaohong, here I come, here I come."

Tu Lu handed over a freshly cut side dish, which had almost all kinds of colors in it, and there were also a lot of magical herbs.

The fox-eared girl picked up the side dishes with her hands and then threw them all into the pot.

The little girl with fox ears is Xiaohong. She has now reached the ninth level of Qi Refining. When she reached the ninth level of Qi Refining, she awakened her second talent - transformation.

Generally, spiritual beasts have to reach the Nascent Soul stage and go through the great catastrophe of transformation before they can transform into human form. However, Xiaohong's talent is a bit tricky. Strictly speaking, Xiaohong is still a fox in nature. The reason why she can transform into a human form is because of her talent and magic. This set of talent is not perfect. Her ears, tail, and feet are all in the shape of a fox, and she cannot speak. She is far from being a truly transformable demon that can transform into a human form.

However, although his fighting ability is still not very good, he is able to do some things just like other people.

Now, most of the household affairs are managed by Xiaohong. It’s not because the greater Xiaohong’s ability, the greater the responsibility, but simply because He Ling is lazy and doesn’t want to take care of it.

Xiaohong had no choice but to shoulder the burden.

Xiaohong: Without me, this family will break up sooner or later.

After a while, a table full of spiritual food was presented to everyone.

There are six seats at the table.

Three of them are He Ling and Tubatulu, and the other three are Xiaohong, Dahei, and Qing'er.

However, Qing'er refused to get off He Ling's wrist, so He Ling had to pick up a piece of spirit beast meat from time to time to feed her.

Xiaohong would whimper from time to time, and was having a great time talking with Tuba and Tulu. Tuba and Tulu could communicate with Xiaohong without any obstacles, and even He Ling now needed Xiaohong to slow down her speech in order to understand what she was saying.

From time to time, Xiaohong would pass a large piece of bone or spirit beast meat to the big black dog.

The black dog was busy eating. It chewed a big bone into pieces in a few bites and swallowed it into its stomach. However, it still didn't make any sound. Even though it was now a spiritual beast at the ninth level of Qi training, the dog looked a little dazed.

He Ling didn't find this scene noisy, but occasionally, her thoughts would drift away, and she would remember that a long time ago she and a small figure in green had been making such a noise. At that time, there were two big yellow dogs in front of the door. Every time they ate, they would stare at them with a pair of pitiful big black eyes.

Xiaoqing couldn't resist it every time, so she divided half of the food in her bowl and fed some to each of the two big yellow dogs. As a result, after the two big black dogs finished eating, they wagged their tails and continued to stare at them.

"Yingying?"

He Ling came back to her senses and realized that her bowl and chopsticks had not been touched for a long time. "No, it's delicious, Xiaohong, I just... have a poor appetite."

In the end, He Ling left the table early.

Standing on the rooftop of the attic, looking at the white clouds floating in the sky, He Ling couldn't calm her heart.

With all the things that have happened over the years, even Huang Yiran, who is known to be well-informed, has not had any news for some time. All the facts point to a bad fact.

She suddenly felt a little panicked, afraid to hear the final result.

Xiaoqing and Qing'er are different from others in He Ling's heart after all. One is the person he lives with day and night when he was a mortal, and the other is the person who accompanied him through the times when he became a cultivator and was at his weakest.

Xiaoqing is like a proof of his mortal days. He Ling is afraid of losing his past, and also afraid of losing...Xiaoqing.

This situation was so sudden and so intense that she sometimes wondered what Xiaoqing looked like in her memory. She could no longer remember clearly.

Among the people He Ling knew during her mortal period, Xiaoqing was probably the only one still alive. So Xiaoqing seemed to have become some special existence in her memory.

She couldn't quite figure out what this strong emotion was or where it came from, so she could only sigh again.

Feeling that He Ling's breath was fluctuating, a small green snake crawled out from He Ling's sleeve. She looked up at He Ling.

"Hiss?"

After a while, He Ling finally reacted. She didn't look at Qing'er, her eyes still staring blankly at the white clouds in the sky. "It's nothing, Qing'er, I just... just..."

"I feel a little tired."