The group pets the little fisherman, she has a lot of happy events

The old man is gone, the past is over.

Even if Xu Xiyao was still alive, she couldn't recognize him with her current identity.

"Miss girl."

Mu Si felt dejected, endured and endured but still couldn't hold back, and asked the doubt in her heart: "Your parents are both from the fairy sect, why can't you practice because you don't have spiritual roots?"

"I don't know why, exactly."

Xu Huimin was poked at the sad thing, and his eyelids drooped slightly, feeling sad: "I only know that I was born like this, which is disgusting, and my mother also suffered from the cold eyes and ridicule of the elders of the family for this reason, so that she accumulated in her heart." Heart, unable to let go, died of a serious illness."

"Where is Song Zirui? What is he doing?"

When Mu Si heard the words, she was furious: "When you pursued your mother, you talked about extravagant hype and vowed to take care of her for the rest of your life. Who would have thought that it would end like this."

"Father him"

Xu Huimin secretly hated and gritted his teeth: "He had an affair with a female cultivator long before his mother got sick, and my mother broke through their adulterous relationship and was pissed to death by his cruel heart."

"Damn it, you bastard."

The soft whip thrown by Mu Si crackled, and she couldn't help but swear: "He better not let this girl meet him, or he will definitely skin him and throw his wolf heart and dog lungs to the mass grave to feed the dogs."

"You go to Fengqi to be a female officer."

Mu Bu had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly realized: "The real purpose is to obtain the psychic fruit, breed spiritual roots, and embark on the fairy road?"

"Yes."

Xu Huimin clenched his right fist tightly, and his eyes showed determination: "At all costs, I want to get the psychic fruit. When I succeed in cultivation, I will personally kill the pair of dogs and men to avenge my mother."

"It's not difficult to get the psychic fruit."

Mu Bu was rarely serious, and kindly encouraged him: "As long as you can survive the pain of growing spiritual roots, there must be hope for revenge."

"I can."

Xu Huimin was overjoyed, and his eyes were determined: "No matter how painful it is, I can bear it. I must be successful in cultivation and stand out from the crowd, so that my mother will be known underground and be proud of me."

"You have this ambition."

Mu Si was in an uplifted mood, with appreciative eyes: "Sister Si will help you once, and you will get the psychic fruit in the future, and will personally protect you and breed spiritual roots."

"Sister Si, thank you."

Xu Huimin was inexplicably excited, choked up and threw herself into Mu Si's arms.

"Good, don't cry."

Mu Si caressed her hair, and comforted her softly: "Sister Si's master is an old friend with your mother, and we have some relationship. Now that I know your suffering, I will naturally not sit idly by."

"Sister Si, I also want to take psychic fruit to grow spiritual roots."

Ye Xiulian is a little martial idiot, she listened to the two with her ears upright, her eyebrows and eyes sparkling.

"Okay."

Mu Si lovingly rubbed Sanya's little head, and just about to agree, the passenger ship shook violently suddenly, and there was a sudden change.

The calm water suddenly burst into huge waves, and the waves rolled to form a huge whirlpool.

The passenger ship swayed violently with the rapids, and the melons and fruit dishes in the cabin tilted to the ground, and everyone on board, including the boss, was thrown off their feet.

"Where is the evildoer making trouble here, seek death!"

Mu Simei stared, and shot out from the window, floating above the river.

Mu Jian came after him, flipping the palm of his right hand, bursting out a burst of golden light, turning into countless arc-shaped streamer scimitars, roaring through the water with irresistible might.