Shanhedu

Ling Xiao saw that the little thing was sullen and lifeless, and quickly called Fugui who was leaning on the tree across from him.

Fugui "doctor" looked at the mouth opening and closing of the little thing in his palm, guessed the answer and said, "Could it be that he... is thirsty?"

In the past few years, Ling Xiao has seen many unscrupulous vendors who set up stalls on the side of the road and under the shade of trees to deceive ignorant old women.

The expression on Fu Gui's face at this moment is not the same as those of those people, and it can be considered almost the same.

Seeing Ling Xiao scrutinizing him so suspiciously, Fugui realized that his current status as a "half fairy" among the few of them was in jeopardy.

Mingming felt guilty and forced himself to meet Shang Ling Xiao's sharp eyes.

"He, he is just a grass. You, if you don't give him some water, something will happen. Hurry up and give him water, give him water."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly handed Ling Xiao the water bag beside him to his hand, and opened the lid very graciously for him.

After doing this set of smooth and flowing movements, Qing Shui and Tu Sheng's eyes were fooled, but Ling Xiao still didn't quite believe him.

However, there was no other way, Ling Xiao had no choice but to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and believed in Fugui's guesswork.

The little thing in his palm hugged one of Ling Xiao's fingers with difficulty, and looked at Ling Xiao with half-closed eyes.

The opening of the water bag was too big for Junhe today, so Ling Xiao simply asked Fugui to help him pour the water into his other palm.

The two sheets merged together, and the little thing felt the signal and consciously crawled to the other palm to suck the water inside.

Ling Xiao's eyes lit up again, and Fugui was overjoyed in his heart, but he wanted to show an expression of "Look, I said it was because of this" on his face.

Tu Sheng climbed up to Ling Xiao from the shade of the tree opposite them to watch Jun He drink water, and exclaimed, "My dear mother."

Qing Shui, who was leaning on the spot without moving, only opened one eye, and after seeing Jun He's scene, he smiled lightly and said something.

"Little thing, it should taste good when you use it to stew soup."

Everyone was unmoved, and Jun He, who was drinking water in Ling Xiao's palm, really believed it, and stopped drinking water when he raised his little head.

Afraid that the clear water would really be used to stew soup, he twisted and hugged Ling Xiao with one finger not to let go.

Two emerald green arms like bamboo leaves were "sticky" between his brother Ling Xiao's fingers, and a pair of translucent wings behind him glowed with colorful light.

A small piece of rhizome on the top of the head is branching out with jade beads, and it looks like it is full of vitality. I think it is because I have drunk enough water.

However, the two palms were not separated, Ling Xiao asked the little thing in front of him, "Do you still drink?"

The elf in the palm waved his "hand" without five fingers again, "chirp."

Ling Xiao laughed, "Will Jun He still talk now?"

"Ow."

He watched the wings on Jun He's back flap violently, but there was no sign of flying from his palm afterwards.

The normally serious and awe-inspiring Leader Ling broke his mark again, shaking his head and snorting twice.

The little thing in the palm seemed to feel the shame, and the root on the top of the head hung down like a frost-beaten eggplant.

"Don't be angry, after a few more days of cultivation, you will always be able to fly." Ling Xiao comforted the little thing.

The palm holding some water is facing the ground, and the drops of water fall under the leaves and beside the ants.Then, with some playfulness, he poked the little thing's cheek with his finger.

It's just that Junhe always makes inhuman voices, and he always has to rely on guesswork to understand. Ling Xiao doesn't think it's troublesome, but he's just worried that he won't be able to fully grasp Junhe's needs.

It's almost May, and the sun in the sky is getting hotter day by day. Now it's good to enjoy the shade under the big tree, but I don't know whether the road ahead will be good or bad.

After pinching a wild fruit to the little thing in his palm, Jun He held his hands together and gnawed it, his chubby cheeks bulging even more.

Ling Xiao stared at his appearance and thought carefully, and finally felt that Junhe's current form is not too bad, at least it can keep him completely under his protection.

It was night, and Ling Xiao, who had no intention of falling asleep, dragged Junhe in his arms to sit by the river.

Junhe had never closed his eyes since he was on the road with them in the morning, Ling Xiao had no choice but to take him out, so that the little thing could absorb some of the essence of the bright moon.

The river bank next to the forest is very quiet, the long curved river reflects the moon in the sky, and there are a few insects singing in the grass on the river beach. I don’t know how long these little things that were born before summer and autumn can sing freely.

Xiao Junhe, who had absorbed the essence, lay sprawled in Ling Xiao's palm, completely unaware of how much sadness was hidden in Ling Xiao's brother who was staring at him affectionately.

It's a pity that before Ling Xiao could clean up his mind, the disaster he had foreseen early appeared, and it was Jun He who gave him the early warning.

Jun He, who was lying comfortably, sensed something unexpected, rolled in Ling Xiao's palm and sat up, hugging one of his fingers and shaking vigorously.

"Ow, ooh!"

Ling Xiao was about to ask him what was going on, when he felt a coolness on the back of his neck, he immediately put the little thing into his arms, and turned around quickly.

Sure enough, the group of people caught up last night, and about two or three hundred people rushed out of the forest where they were resting like a silent ghost.

Ling Xiao frowned, and saw a path flashing out from the crowd, and a familiar face stood in front of him with his hands behind his back.

"Long time no see, Young Xia Ling, should I call you Alliance Master Ling... or Master Ling?"

Ling Xiao felt a chill all over his body, and ignored him.

This person is the head of Hongshan, and Hongshan is the closest to Xinushan, and at the same time, he is indeed the most ineffective sect in the Xishan gang.

The sect went up and down sneaking around, doing nothing, and there was not a single serious person.

The foolish man in front of him was nicknamed "Hong Yidou", he was addicted to alcohol, and his mind was no bigger than the tip of a needle.

Ling Xiao once rescued an innocent woman who was almost persecuted by him under his cruel hands, and gave him a lesson in public.

Ling Xiao suddenly heard a proverb, there is a saying that goes, "The tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by dogs."

Nahong Yidou obviously thought that Ling Xiao had insulted him before, and now he happened to avenge himself in the name of pulling out the demon.

Squeezing his throat, he taunted Ling Xiao again.

"Ah, my head almost forgot, your Xinu Mountain Ling family has long been ruined, and even the position of martial arts leader has been removed by those people in the Jianghu. It doesn't matter what you shout, anyway, you have nothing now."

"It's not enough for you to bring someone to me. It's better not to talk nonsense." Ling Xiao answered him coldly.

"Hmph." Hong Yidou stretched out his hands behind his back, and the improvised air of superiority dissipated completely.

"People say that a phoenix that has lost its hair is not as good as a chicken, Ling Xiao, I don't bother to tell you more.

The head of the sect also knows that your martial arts are world-class, but I don't believe that you can kill me two hundred by one person.

Oh, I heard that the sword that cuts the wind behind you is unique to the world, come on, even if you make a move, let this head teach you the skill of Xinu Mountain. "

A cool wind blew up the small lock of long hair that fell from Ling Xiao's forehead, and the corners of his mouth hardly moved.

Youyou said: "You are not worthy."

Hearing this, Hong Yidou finally couldn't hold back any longer, with Xiaodujichang's true colors hanging on his face, he ordered his subordinates angrily.

"The fallen king and the defeated bandit, to this day, still don't pay attention to the head of the sect.

If I apologized well, I might be able to forgive him, but now it seems that I don't need it, and I took his life for me! "

Ling Xiao didn't draw his sword, and still only relied on fists and kicks to make wind every step of the way, attracting enemies, and he only thought of it as eradicating a group of scum for the people of the world.

During the fight, Jun He, who was nestled on Ling Xiao's chest, poked his head out to check the situation. Ling Xiao's battle was fierce, so he took the little thing back to his chest roughly with one free hand.

Jun He groaned aggrievedly, shrunk into his warm chest and dared not poke his head anymore.

Half an hour later, Ling Xiao took care of Junhe with both hands and returned to the forest where they tied the horse. Several people who had been resting against the tree all went crookedly on the ground.

Ling Xiao thought that the three native students had already been brutally beaten by Hong Yidou and the others, so he ran over to feel his breath and pulse before he felt relieved.

Sitting under the tree to rest, Ling Xiao held Junhe in front of his eyes again, watching him hold a small yellow flower that he picked for him in both hands.

"Don't get mad at me again, huh?"

The little thing shook the flower handle, took a sip with the fingers holding him, Ling Xiao's sanity was lost in the moonlight...

On the second day, the three natives who had just been knocked out woke up, rode for a whole day, and finally saw the low houses in the sunset.

There are three large characters written on the archway built with wooden piles, "Baojian Village."