My seven female apprentices each have their own ideas

I don’t know where it was picked up, and it is mixed with some strange weeds.

Can this thing be eaten?

The little girl had black lines on half of her face that looked like ink, making her look cold and creepy. She might have some disease.

Isn't this the freak?

He had strange white hair, black lines all over his face, and had been following the crowd for half a year, dragging a corpse.

He curled his lips in disgust:

"Ugly freak, who would like your pig food? Stay away from me! It's really unlucky."

The little girl nervously spread her arms to protect the small pot and waited until he left.

Then he rubbed his hands together and breathed out in fear.

The refugee muttered as he walked:

"Why are you dragging the corpse around? Are you going to cook it when you get hungry?"

"Shut up! Master is not a corpse!"

Hearing this, the little girl suddenly became anxious and no longer cared about her fear of him.

"How dare you, ugly bastard, talk back?"

The refugee's eyes flashed with ferocity and he walked quickly towards us with his fists clenched.

The little girl subconsciously closed her eyes and her lips trembled.

At this moment, the earth suddenly shook, and the cavalry rushed in and rushed towards this side.

The refugee dodged in panic, but the cavalryman deliberately charged at him and threw him into the air.

Following the leading cavalry, dozens of cavalrymen galloped over.

The little girl didn't care about being trampled by the horse's hooves and hurriedly held the small pot in her arms.

The iron-clad horse hoof landed heavily on the child's back and galloped past without mercy.

Faintly, she heard the cavalrymen's low sneers.

They paved a wide road and escorted the convoy to the river.

"Set up camp!"

The general beside the carriage listened attentively, and after receiving the order from the person inside, he gave the order without hesitation.

The warhorse raised its hooves and breathed in hot air.

The riders on it jumped down, moved the supplies from the carriage behind, and built a camp by the river.

Although simple, it is a far cry from the refugees' shacks.

“Master’s medicine.”

She stared blankly at the small pot in her arms. Most of the soup inside had overflowed from the impact of the horse's hooves, leaving large red marks on her skin.

The little girl wiped the blood foam from the corner of her lips and staggered to a nearby cart.

There was a man lying on the cart, covered with a rag that barely covered his upper body.

There was a thin layer of snow on the rag, and the little girl first carefully wiped the snow off the man's body.

With trembling hands, he lifted up the rag.

The man under the rag closed his eyes, and her expectant look dimmed.

Two small hands held the man's hand and pressed it against the half of the little face without black lines.

"Master, why haven't you gotten enough sleep yet?"

very tired.

He seemed to be trapped in an endless fog, in which he walked aimlessly.

I couldn't find a way out.

Occasionally, the fog would crack open, revealing certain memory scenes.

These scenes made him feel uncontrollably terrified.

A truth that caused him great pain was buried behind this fog.

That is, he may have come into this world a long time ago, so long ago that he was still in the womb.

It was only because he lost his memory after being beaten by Lin Chi's secret soul technique that he forgot all this.

what does that mean.

Jiang He almost wanted to give up struggling in this fog and wanted to atone his sins with death.

But this thought only lasted for a moment, and he continued to look for a way out.

There seems to be an inexplicable force somewhere, correcting the world line, correcting the world line that was disrupted by the travelers.

Jin'er and Yuanxia have gradually moved closer to the path described in the original text, although there are still some deviations.

If he died, Min Xin would definitely encounter some bad things and thus fall into depravity.

Become a madman like Snake Master.

Maybe, God has been forcing me to die.

Jiang He continued walking, not knowing how long he had been walking.

Until his internal organs felt a tearing pain and his skin felt the bone-chilling chill from the outside world.

There seemed to be liquid flowing on my hands, cold and moist.

It seemed like he heard someone calling him "Master", but Yuan Xia was gone, so who would call him that?

Could it be that he had been captured by the people of the Divine Inspiration Sect?

"Minxin, so scared."

Almost at the same time as he heard this sentence, Jiang He suddenly opened his eyes.

The sky was as dark as ink, and the sparse snowflakes melted on the pupils.

The sharp cold wind made his skin sting, and his Jade Bone Realm body became extremely weak.

In the distance, there are rows of shacks along the banks of the glacier.

A little white-haired girl was crying with her face buried in her hands.

Thanks to "Don't say I don't want to say it" for the 500 points reward!

In fact, this was the idea when I first wrote the book.

Can't blame Jiang He, he and Jiang Yuanxia are in the same situation, even more complicated. It shouldn't be abrupt, I have been hinting at it all along, I don't know if anyone has noticed it.

(Four years is not too late, right? The youngest is only 12 years old)

Chapter 88 Eastward Journey (3)

where is this?

The hairpin seemed to have just been pulled out from her heart, and her heart was still spasming in pain.

Tianji’s incredulous face seemed to be right in front of him, and his ears were filled with the roar of spells colliding.

The huge ship was approaching him, carrying with it a blazing light that filled his bloodshot eyes.

And this little white-haired girl

Jiang He called out tentatively:

"Minxin?"

His voice sounded like sandpaper, dry and harsh, and even he couldn't tell it was his own voice.

The little girl's body stiffened, but she still buried her face in Jiang He's hands and cried.

Her tears were flowing more and more, and she couldn't help sobbing.

Jiang He felt pain in his internal organs and struggled to get up from the cart.

Touching her little head:

"Minxin, thank you for your hard work."

After waking up, Jiang He was sure that this was his apprentice Bai Minxin.

Now it has become a small one, from Minxin to Big Minxin, and now it has become Little Minxin.

No one knew what happened at the time, but he was carried away by this girl.

And Bai Minxin has also become so young.

She raised her little face with tears in her eyes, her eyes were as big as poached eggs.

Half of her face was covered with black lines, and her little mouth was pouting in grievance like a trumpet flower.

Jiang He pinched her pouting lips in amusement. When had Bai Minxin ever shown such an aggrieved expression?

She came back to her senses at this moment and said in disbelief:

“Master!??”

Her little face was dizzy and she thought the previous voice was an illusion. She didn't expect that her master really woke up.

Jiang He grabbed the little girl under the armpits and lifted her up.

As a result, his arms became so weak that he nearly caused her to fall.

"Minxin, how come you have become so small?"

Xiao Minxin's slender legs fluttered in the air, and she shouted happily to herself:

“Master, Master, Master.”

"Yeah." Jiang He responded.

It’s so small, almost the same size as Jin’er.

And his personality is different from before, as if he has taken off that mask.

It is totally impossible to see this kind of Bai Minxin, who had previously majestically sentenced Snake Lord and helped him kill the perverted Tianji.

"Master?"

She called out cautiously again, her little face full of nervousness.

"Yes, Master is here."

Jiang He agreed reluctantly, as he couldn't lift her.

He held her in his arms and patted her tender back.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Xiao Minxin hugged Jiang He tightly, and her tears and snot covered Jiang He's clothes.

"Don't cry, don't cry."

Jiang He felt so distressed that he wanted to wipe away her tears.

Xiao Minxin tilted her head slightly, avoiding his big hand, and buried her little face in Jiang He's arms.

He said in a muffled voice:

"Master, don't do that."

"Okay, okay, Minxin, where are we now?"

Jiang He hugged her lovingly, and the sharp cold wind made her skin hurt.

He could feel that his body was now extremely weak, and it was nothing like the physique of a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training.

Besides, he should have had a body of the Jade Bone Realm, but now he was like a mortal.

The spiritual energy in his body was empty, and after the previous battle, the Xuanhuang Pearl became dull and fell into a deep sleep.

He even showed no interest in Bai Minxin, who was right next to him.

But this body, after experiencing two rebirths, became young and full of vitality.