The little junior sister was born rebellious, and the whole sect was led away

"Bad people don't say they are bad people, and good people don't have words written on their faces, but how do you prove that you are a good person and not a bad person?"

The words that sounded like tongue twisters confused Ning Ning. She took a deep breath and said tiredly and helplessly: "My dear, how do you want me to prove it?"

"Play with me, and don't tell brother." Mo'er's face was filled with a cheerful smile, and she pulled Ningning and ran to the secret base. She saw the endless sea of ​​flowers, and her nose was filled with the fragrance of flowers that was pleasant to the heart and mind. Her eyes were slightly Shen squatted down, rubbed Mo'er's head, and said: "Mo'er, do you like the sea of ​​flowers very much?"

Mo'er shook her head in frustration, "Mo'er doesn't like the sea of ​​flowers, which makes Mo'er very itchy, but my brother likes it. My brother said that this sea of ​​flowers was built for Mo'er."

"Mo'er, don't..."

Before the words of advice were spoken, a remnant soul flew out from Mo'er's spiritual platform. Her limbs were bound by iron chains. Xuanyou, who was so weak that she could break away at any time, slowly looked at Ning Ning and smiled lightly: "You...are finally here."

Ning Ning had a stinky face and snorted coldly. If it weren't for those few remaining souls, she wouldn't have sneaked into the God Realm.

She waved her hands impatiently, "Since Remnant and Mo'er are both here, let's go and don't waste my precious time."

"No, Mo'er relies on me to barely survive. If you want Mo'er to be free, you have to get...what are you doing?"

Ning Ning put Remnant Soul and Mo'er into Yujue without saying a word, pouted and said displeasedly: "It's a lot of nonsense, can't you pick out the important ones?"

"Isn't it just the Ice Soul Lamp?" Ning Ning waved her hand coolly, "I'll get it, that's all."

Ning Ning followed the patrolling magic soldiers and unexpectedly managed to sneak into a palace. She pressed against the door and observed what was going on outside. When she came back to her senses, she almost had a heart attack. No, who could be so wicked? , there was a room full of Xuanyou's portraits, including all kinds of things.

She shook her body, opened a portrait, and saw the ice soul lamp placed on the painting table. She put her hands on her hips and smiled up at the sky. As expected of her, isn't this easy to do?

Yujue flashed slightly, and the ice soul lamp was sucked in.

At the same time, the surrounding portraits seemed to have their souls injected into them. Their half-closed eyes were staring straight at her, and the constantly rotating spiritual array was flashing under their feet. When she noticed, a portrait suddenly came behind her and suddenly pulled her away. Breathe it in.

Within half a quarter of an hour, Ning Ning appeared in the lively and bustling market, surrounded by vendors who kept shouting, with simple little pom-poms on their faces, sparing no effort to sell their products.

The little beggar sitting in the corner noticed something strange, and his frost-filled eyes fell on Ning Ning. He was shocked and at a loss at first, and then felt a dark glow that he was determined to win. He stood up unsteadily and walked towards Ning Ning with firm steps. Ning Ning muttered, "Sister, sister..."

He accidentally bumped into the richly dressed young master, was kicked over, and hit hard on the wooden table. His thin body was curled up on the ground, unable to move.

The young master patted the soiled clothes and said with a ferocious face: "Come here, beat this little beggar to death with a stick. If you dare to dirty my clothes, you will pay the corresponding price."

The thugs rushed forward in a swarm, hit some barrier, and fell to pieces. The young master shouted in shock: "Who is pretending to be a ghost?"

Ning Ning stood in front of the little beggar, with a bright smile on her face, and said, "The child is incompetent. You, sir, are rich, so don't be like him..."

"Little lady, do you have a husband?" The young master's eyes showed naked desire, he looked Ning Ning up and down, and he was so bold that he reached out to touch Ning Ning's face.

The look in her eyes, like a poisonous snake, made Ning Ning have a faint smile on her face. She suddenly stepped back, avoided the dirty hands, and said with a smile: "Don't toast or eat as a penalty, you have to know that I may be very powerful... …”

"Haha, little lady, come back with me!" The young master rubbed his hands, "I will treat you well and won't let you stay alone in your empty boudoir." Ning Ning was about to be sickened.

The little beggar's eyes were filled with turbulent waves, and the hands hanging in his sleeves concentrated the power of chaos, trying to annihilate the young master who didn't know whether to live or die.

The next second, Ning Ning punched the young master in the face, stomped on him one after another, and screamed, "Do you know that you are very greasy? Also, I have high standards and look down on you. , you don’t know what to do, so I have to do it myself.”

The screams became louder and louder.

After Ning Ning finished venting her anger, the young master only had room to vent his anger.

She grabbed the little beggar and ran away from the crowd, turning into an alley. After seeing that no one was approaching, she leaned against the wall and patted her small chest.

"Little beggar, are you okay?"

The little beggar suddenly fell to the ground. Ning Ning hurriedly caught the thin body and patted his cheek worriedly, "Little beggar, speak! What's wrong with you?"

The beauty hidden under the dirt suddenly appeared in Ning Ning's eyes. She didn't expect that the little beggar she picked up on the roadside could be so beautiful. Fortunately, the pig head didn't see it, otherwise the little beggar would be in danger.

In the ruined temple, the little beggar was lying on a clean pile of hay, covered with Ning Ning's coat, sleeping peacefully.

Ning Ning twisted her handkerchief and wiped the little beggar's face. The sewage poured out in basins, and the little beggar's face also appeared. She stared at it blankly, and couldn't help but compare it with Shaojiu.

She shook her head and threw the terrifying thoughts out of her mind. She covered the little beggar's forehead with her small hands and said with worry: "Wake up strong and don't give up. You will definitely be able to resist."

The little beggar grabbed Ning Ning's sleeve, curled up with nostalgia, and the handkerchief on her forehead fell off. She put on a clean handkerchief with difficulty, without seeing the proud smile on the little beggar's lips.

Late at night, the little beggar sat up and walked to Ning Ning. He looked at Ning Ning's face carefully, covered it with the two remaining marks, and murmured: "Sister, how could you become like this? For tens of thousands of years, Bing Ning has been The soul lantern cannot condense your soul, is there someone obstructing it?"

"Don't be afraid. Now that you are back with me, I will never let anyone bully you again."

"Sister, sister." A refreshing young voice chirped in her ears. Ningning waved her hands like shooing away flies. When she couldn't drive them away, she covered her ears, wrapped herself in tight clothes, and slept until it was dark.

"Sister, sister, wake up."

Ning Ning, who couldn't bear the harassment, reluctantly opened her eyes and saw the beautiful face of the little beggar. She couldn't breathe out and said feebly: "What are you doing? Don't you want to sleep? You have a high fever and you still have to go to bed." Rest……"

As she talked, Ning Ning couldn't resist the temptation of sleep and threw herself into the arms of sleep without hesitation. She didn't see the little beggar sitting next to her and putting her head on his shoulder.

He had a fresh fragrance on his body, and there was no peculiar smell. Ning Ning slept more soundly. She pursed her lips and rubbed the little beggar's shoulder.

The two of them slept in a deep sleep. (End of chapter)