Doting on the Immortal: Princess Xiaoyao

Chapter 217
In the mountain stream, a cyan figure galloped ahead, followed by two figures, one black and one white.

Seeing that Wuji was about to catch up with him, Daoist Fuyou swung the whisk in his hand, and it immediately turned into a long whip and hooked Wuji's waist, and pulled back forcefully, Wuji was dragged back.

Turning around, Wuji broke away from Master Fuyou's whisk, but Master Fuyou had already caught up with the blue figure and disappeared not far away.

"Damn it!" Wuji cursed, and quickly chased after him.

Immortal Fuyou followed the blue figure, and a kite turned over to block him: "Don't run away, he can't catch up yet."

The cyan figure stopped, it turned out to be a boy with the appearance of a boy, the boy looked at Fuyou Daoist vigilantly: "Are you here to catch me?"

Master Fuyou shook his head: "I'm here to ask you for help."

The teenager smiled: "How can I help?"

Master Fuyou took out a strand of hair from his cuff and handed it to him: "Help her."

The young man took the hair suspiciously, and put it on the palm of his hand. The hair turned into a wisp of green smoke, and Qian Shangxian's face was reflected in midair.

"Qianxi Shangxian?!" The young man was surprised.

Master Fuyou nodded: "Chen Yu, you have guarded Qian Xi's memory for hundreds of years, I am here this time to ask you to return the memory to her."

The young man smiled: "You have misunderstood the person, I am not Chen Yu, I am Chen Yu's younger brother, my name is Shen Li."

Master Fuyou was stunned: "You..."

Shen Li said: "If I'm not mistaken, Yu Linghu God is your apprentice?"

Master Fuyou nodded: "Exactly."

Shen Li continued: "Before he left, Chen Yu guessed that you would come, so let me tell you something. The reason why Qianxi Shangxian couldn't restore her memory was because her borrowed body couldn't bear Shangxian's soul at all. .If it is forcibly unsealed, the body will only shatter, and in the end, the soul of Shangxian Qianxi will also suffer."

Master Fuyou took a deep breath: "Then what should I do?"

Shen Li smiled: "I'm waiting here to tell you that Qianxi Shangxian will be destined for a catastrophe. At that time, Chen Yu will wait for you in the Ningxian Cave in Ningxian Mountain."

As soon as Shen Li's voice fell, he immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

Fuyou Daoist hurriedly caught Shen Li, but Shen Li had already passed out.

Looking up, Master Fuyou was annoyed that he ignored Wuji's appearance because he was only thinking about it.

Wuji looked at Shen Li in Fuyou's arms, and said, "Give him to me."

Master Fuyou sneered: "Who are you?"

Wuji hooked his hand, and five sharp claws immediately protruded fingers: "It has nothing to do with you."

Master Fuyou put Shen carp on the ground, waved the whisk in his hand: "What if I don't give it?"

Wuji snorted coldly: "Then don't blame me for bullying the old man."

After finishing speaking, Wuji flew up, his sharp claws approached Fuyou's face, and Fuyou turned around to avoid it.

After a few rounds, Wuji was no match for Fuyou Daoist at all.

Wuji pondered, pretending to attack from the left, but when Daoist Fuyou blocked him, he grabbed the cloth around Daoist Fuyou's neck with his right hand, and with a "呲啦", Daoist Fuyou's clothes were torn a lot cut.

At the base of the neck, on the bare skin, half of a blue tattoo was exposed. Wuji was startled when he saw it.

"Evil torturer?"

"Exactly."

Wuji was startled, and stepped back.

Master Fuyou stopped: "Tell me, who are you?"

Wuji gritted his teeth, grabbed it in his arms, and swung it out violently.

(End of this chapter)