After the salted fish is rotten, rely on the crow's mouth to revitalize the world of cultivatin

Chapter 122 The Little Lucky Star
An old woman looked at Yao Miao, her cloudy old eyes were full of loving joy.

"As soon as Xiaofuxing came, he found that the child of Mrs. Hua's family was fine. If it wasn't for Xiaofuxing, the child would have died? So we still have hope, we have Xiaofuxing."

Isn't this a little lucky star?

All the people looked at Miao Miao with bright eyes.

None of them found that the child was fine, only this little lucky star saw it, and it wasn't what little lucky star was.

For a moment, everyone wanted to say goodbye to Little Lucky Star.

Little Lucky Star himself...

It wasn't that she was a living Bodhisattva just now, and now she has become a little lucky star. Why is her identity so changeable?
After finally struggling out from the crowd of enthusiastic people, Yao Miao felt that she was going to be tired like a dog.

Her whole body is loveless, with a disheveled look on her face.

At the beginning, the common people worshiped her, wanting to enjoy her good luck, and begged her to bless the plague to end quickly.

Then bless the family and so on, this is very normal.

As a result, the style of painting changed after praying and praying.

I don't know who started it and begged her to give her a child.

He also begged her to make a fortune, and then go to the town outside to buy medicine to cure the plague.

Ask, how did she, a little lucky star, become the empress and the god of wealth?

Answer, you need a group of people fans.

Seeing the little junior sister in such a mess, if it was Feng Ming in the past, he would have gloated, but now he can't laugh at all.

After the little junior sister left the crowd, her face turned pale in an instant, and he felt a thump in his heart, so he checked Miao Miao's body immediately.

The pulse that came to him was only a little weak.

But this did not let him breathe a sigh of relief, on the contrary, he was even more worried about the health of the little junior sister. He still knew very well that he had never been so weak before.

He hastened to inject spiritual power into the body of the little junior sister.

But Yao Miao's complexion was still pale, Feng Ming was anxious, "Little Junior Sister, how are you?"

The common people are also anxious, their little lucky stars can't have any accidents.

Hurry to care.

Miao Miao smiled, stretched out her hand and waved, "It's okay, I've been on the road for too long, I'm a little tired, and I haven't had a good rest these days, so I want to sleep."

"Have you heard that, don't surround yourself, let Xiao Fuxing go to rest quickly."

Before the old mayor could speak, Aunt Hua stood up first.

Others don't know, but she still doesn't know that the little girl is so weak because of her family's doll.

Resurrection from the dead, although she has never read a book, she knows that it is against the sky.

I can't worry about it.

"Then I'll take my little junior sister back to rest first."

He left this sentence without waiting for the people to respond, and hurriedly led them to the gathering place of Yijianmen.

Aunt Hua looked anxiously at the disappearing person, she was worried.

She didn't mention letting Xiao Fuxing live in their house, but her dilapidated house with hard beds, how could it compare to the residence of the fairy elders?

The fairy head is capable, but the little girl has physical problems, and even a country woman can't help her.

North and south corners of Yuanxing Town
There is a courtyard here that was once arranged by the old mayor, and no one has lived in it. When Yijianmen came, the old mayor asked them to live here.

Yao Miao was helped into a room, and was carefully placed on the bed by Feng Ming.

Lying on the pillow, her eyelids kept drooping, she grabbed Feng Ming's hand, making a small sound like a mosquito.

"Senior brother, I may have to take a nap, and the sleep time will be a bit long, don't worry..."

The voice became smaller and smaller, and the words became extremely vague.

Looking at the little junior sister who had fallen asleep, he put her hand under the quilt thoughtfully.

Hearing what my junior sister said, it should be because I know my problem.

It should be fine after a night's sleep, but he was still worried.

He felt that it was necessary to inform Master about this matter, so let Master take a look.

So when Fengming walked out of Miaomiao's room, he put a layer of protective barrier on the room so that the disciples of Yijianmen would not disturb the little junior sister, and immediately contacted Patriarch Qiongji.

On the other side, the Poor Patriarch, who was receiving the sound transmission from the three apprentices, rushed over as if he couldn't wait to see him.

It's just that when he saw Miao Miao sleeping like a little piglet on the bed, his head was full of black lines.

"Stinky boy, this is what you said about people dying."

One or two don't know how to respect the teacher, and they just fool him, the master. Isn't he tired of running this trip?
Feng Ming didn't feel guilty at all, instead he was very righteous.

"I didn't say that, I just said that Junior Sister is not good."

He felt that what he said was not wrong at all, the pale face of the little junior sister before, wasn't it bad?

Of course he would not admit that he deliberately induced the old man.

If he doesn't say something serious, can the old man come here in a blink of an eye?
But, he can't let the old man react, so as not to be cut off.

So he squinted his eyes, "Master, tell the truth, are you looking forward to the absence of Junior Sister, so that you can open the banquet and collect the money and put it into your own pocket?"

"Stinky boy, nonsense, how can I say that your little junior sister looks crooked, and your relationship is ruined by you."

A big cauldron fell from the sky and directly hit Feng Ming's forehead.

The corners of Fengming's mouth twitched.

It's not the master, have you forgotten, who said before that it was the little junior sister who led us disciples into ruin.

The master and the apprentice played tricks, but they still haven't forgotten Miao Miao.

Patriarch Poor Ji withdrew his hand, "It's okay, just take a nap. Sleeping is the best way for her to recover. When she wakes up, it will be that rambunctious monkey again."

Just fall asleep and be quiet for a while.

But it's better for this smelly girl to wake up earlier. He is old and doesn't like quietness very much.

"Master, is it backlash?"

"The reincarnation of heaven has cause and effect."

Patriarch Poor Ji looked at Miao Miao, "Your little junior sister's strange magic, based on her usual behavior, shouldn't take too much energy, so it won't be a big deal."

"But coming back from the dead is something against the sky, so it's normal to be backlashed, and it's only weak for a few days. Her body has its own protection mechanism, so sleep can make her recover quickly."

What he didn't say was that there was an inexplicable energy in this little girl's body, which was circulating in her body, and it seemed to be slowly strengthening her physical fitness.

I'm afraid that if the girl gets up again, her strength will increase again.

If this girl's cultivation base is high, it is estimated that this backlash will not be effective for her at all.

It's a pity, but now it seems that this little girl has no fate with cultivation, as for whether there will be in the future, it can only be seen later.

He didn't even see this girl, she was kind.

Others are old and mature, and this girl is also indifferent in her bones.

The people in their mountain are worthy of being a family, they are all indifferent.

At this time, a certain system that had been sleeping in Yao Miao's soul almost cried to death.

Some of the energy it had accumulated with great difficulty was gone this time.

After all, it is the cub that looks big, and it can't let her have trouble. The system loves energy, and it loves cub even more.

The energy was given, and a certain system fell into a deep sleep again.

(End of this chapter)