Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Anyway, it's a pity who ate it.

"I can't go back," said radish dejectedly.

"Why?"

"Because, because..." little radish wanted to stop talking.

Xia Qingluo was like this. At the critical moment, she understood again, so she surprised and pointed to the radish, "don't you, don't you..."

"Yes, we have made a contract. If your cultivation is higher than me, you will become my master." the little turnip muttered.

It seems very unwilling.

"What, made a contract?" Xia Qingluo was stunned.

"Isn't that right?"

"I am your master?"

"Well," said the radish.

Oh, this accent is quite northeast.

Xia Qingluo is happy.

"I thought you wanted to take root in the earth and practice with me." Xia Qingluo said carelessly.

Suddenly I remembered that my hand seemed to be pierced by a thorn ball. It was probably at that time that blood flowed on the radish.

Xia Qingluo looked at her hand. It seems that she really noticed that the blood didn't flow in vain.

"Ah?" little radish regretted hearing Xia Qingluo's words. He thought Xia Qingluo knew.

It was also worried that the Banshee would be unhappy when she appeared so late to prevent her from suddenly calling herself, so she hurried to wait in the bamboo house. Who knows, she didn't understand at all.

If I had known, I would have run far away.

So it covered itself with leaves, flopped, and lay in the palm of Xia Qingluo's hand.

Xia Qingluo looked at the radish carefully, and then found that it was really different from other radishes.

There is a faint white light flowing on its body surface, and its two leaves are green like emerald.

"You just said that your cultivation is lower than me?" Xia Qingluo was a little complacent. Suddenly, what he said just now rang out and asked quickly.

The radish shook its leaves, obviously a little listless.

"Can you get bigger?"

"No."

"Can you fly?"

"No?"

"What spell do you have?" Xia Qingluo asked.

"I run fast."

Well, Xia Qingluo nodded, which she had learned.

If it hadn't been for Yun qingrang, he might have suffocated.

"Can you run with me?" Xia Qingluo looked at the radish with hopeful eyes.

"No, you're too big for me to carry."

"Oh, I'll go. What's the use of you?" Xia Qingluo came to the door. "Forget it, you'd better go back to the bottom of your cliff, lest you become a drag on me."

Xia Qingluo said and walked out of the bamboo house.

She was very happy just now. She became the master, but she didn't think about what it couldn't do. Xia Qingluo felt very discouraged.

Outside, the moon hung on the branches, as if covered by a white gauze cage.

Xia Qingluo took a careful look at the direction of Yunqing's bamboo house. She was going to walk towards the cliff on the left.

"Can I go back?" asked the radish.

It's a little strange and terrible. It still likes the earth hole it stayed in.

"Try it." Xia Qingluo said with little strength.

"How to try?" a clear and elegant voice came from the night wind.

"Just throw it down." Xia Qingluo returned carelessly and suddenly felt wrong. How did the voice of the little radish become so magnetic? It sounded like the voice of Yun qingrang.

Xia Qingluo suddenly turned back. Three steps away, Yunqing let her negative hand stand, and her clothes float, as if they were integrated with the white moonlight.