Dijun, your cute concubine bit someone again

Chapter 1074
Children are difficult to raise.

Feng Xiao is in this kind of mood now, facing the child's tears and small fists, he sighed in his heart, and could only suffer in silence, waiting for the couple Lan Ling and Xuanyuan Hao to come back from Jinyao and take this difficult child take away.

He is also clean.

The little slave looked at Xiao Ling'er who was crying and beating others, and then at Feng Xiao, seeing that Feng Xiao's eyes were as calm as still water, with no intention of getting angry, the little slave was relieved.

After half an hour.

Xiao Ling'er calmed down, her small face was leaning against Feng Xiao's arms, her white and tender hands were playing with a strand of black hair boredly, wrapping it around her fingers, then loosening it, and so on.

"Little master, let's go to the Nine Serenity Continent! The little slave really wants to see where the madam and the lord used to live." The little slave knew that this is the best time to bring it up.

Feng Xiao refused to take the young master to Jinyao, since the young master had nothing to do in Tianjian Mountain, he would always think of going to Jinyao to find his wife and the Lord, instead of going to Jiuyou Continent to relax.

Xiao Ling'er raised her eyes and saw the look of expectation in the little slave's beautiful eyes. She nodded, but did not speak to Feng Xiao.

The little slave jumped up and down excitedly: "Great, Jiuyou Continent must be fun."

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Jin Yao.

Lan Ling searched around the bottom, but couldn't find the little baby, not even Xuanyuan Hao. She tried to contact the little baby with her spiritual sense more than once, but without success, the little baby seemed to disappear.

Lan Ling frowned tightly, worried in her heart, is the ghost witch still dead?She raised her white and flawless palm, and flames burst out of her palm like a small golden ball.

Lan Ling looked at the golden flame in her hand, if the ghost and witch were not dead, how could it be possible for the sky fire to fall into the hands of the little baby?
Lan Ling squeezed her palm, and the golden flame disappeared. Perhaps, there was something else she couldn't find.Since the little baby disappeared here, it must still be here.

suddenly.

There was a strange laugh in the air, and there was a low cry of pain.

It was the voice of the little baby.

Lan Ling's heart tightened, even though the whining sound was very small, she still recognized it, it was the little baby.

"who are you?"

Lan Ling was very worried about the little baby, she clenched her fingers tightly, her eyes were cold, she forced herself to calm down, not to be affected by the strange voice and the little baby's painful low moans.

It's too dangerous here, and the little baby is in danger again. She must keep a clear head and save the little baby.

"You don't know the old man so soon?"

"Are you a witch?"

Still not dead?
"Hahaha..." The laughter was weird and crazy, and the laughter stopped, and he continued: "Now the old man is here to pick you up and go to hell with you."

"Master, go quickly, leave little baby alone, go quickly." The little baby's weak and eager voice came, and suddenly, it seemed to be in great pain, and the cry was piercing.

Lan Ling pinched her fingers tightly, her nails almost sinking into the flesh.

"If that's the case, then come out!" With a flash of purple light, Lan Ling held the Purple Spirit Sword in her hand, pointed to the front, and continued: "If you want to take me to hell, it depends on whether you have the ability."

The surroundings gradually darkened, as if black clouds covered the sun, and in a blink of an eye, there was no light, and the five fingers could not be seen even when I stretched out my hand.

Lan Ling held her breath, closed her eyes, a cloudy wind came from behind her, Lan Ling's ears moved slightly, she turned around swiftly, waved the Purple Spirit Sword in her hand, golden flames, wrapped in purple light, fiercely destroyed the cloudy wind.

"Ah~" came the more painful cry of the little baby.

Lan Ling was horrified, and opened her eyes. The golden flame on the Purple Spirit Sword allowed her to see things nearby, but there was nothing. If it wasn't for the little baby's cries of pain gradually continuing, Lan Ling would have thought it was her illusion.

What's going on?

Suddenly, another cloudy wind came from behind.

Lan Ling turned around, and the golden flame on the Purple Spirit Sword illuminated the cloudy wind, making it a mass of black.Lan Ling held the Purple Spirit Sword tightly with her fingers, as long as she waved her hand, the black ball would be swallowed by the flames on the Purple Spirit Sword.

However, hearing the weak and painful voice of the little baby, Lan Ling did not swing the purple spirit sword in her hand, and her figure flashed to avoid the black group.

"Hey... Yun Xi, don't you dare to do it?" The ghost witch's voice came again.

Soon, countless black groups flew from all directions, like black shot puts being thrown hard by someone, they all hit Lan Ling's body.

Lan Ling flew up into the air, and the golden flame of the Purple Spirit Sword in her hand suddenly doubled. She clenched her fingers tightly, her brows furrowed, surrounded by danger, but she couldn't attack those black groups.

What kind of magic did the ghost witch use on the little baby?If she destroys these black groups, the pain will be transferred to the little baby.

Lan Ling quickly dodged in mid-air, and the number of black groups became more and more, they followed like shadows, and it was inevitable to avoid them after all.

Lan Ling's chest was hit by the black ball, a fishy sweetness overflowed, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

Guiwu's weird laughter sounded again, and he said coldly: "Yun Xi, don't you want to fight? If you continue to fight like this, you will die in the hands of the old man. Hahaha..."

Lan Ling wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes: "Then try it!"

The ghost witch snorted coldly, and immediately, the black group flew towards Lan Ling more violently like countless arrows: "Yun Xi, you are too self-righteous, in this black abyss, even if you are the master of the strange fire now, It is also impossible to fully display the cultivation base of the year. What's more...you care about that little beast and dare not make a move, isn't it the same as a useless person?"

After a pause, he said again: "Yun Xi, why don't you let the old man go to hell quickly! It just reduces the pain for you and that little beast."

"Ghost witch, you used to be so sneaky, and you didn't dare to show people your face. I didn't expect that after you died, you would still be so sneaky, like a turtle." Lan Ling's mouth curled into a sneering smile.

She understood that the ghost witch's real body was dead, and the sky fire would fall into the hands of the little baby.But the soul of the ghost witch is still alive, so he can still stir up trouble.

This black abyss should be a place where ghosts and witches can become stronger.Therefore, after his real body died, Yuanshen did not escape, but entered the black abyss. He had not shot her before, probably to raise Yuanshen in this black abyss.

The ghost witch knew that even if she left Heiyuan, as long as the little baby was in his hands, she would still come down to look for the little baby.

"Yun Xi, you fart, the old man is not a coward." Enraged by Lan Ling's words, the ghost witch gradually gathered together to form a black human head with a ferocious face and unevenness. This is a destroyed picture. Although the face was made of black mist, the traces of destruction were so obvious.

(End of this chapter)