That kind of speed is definitely not an ordinary cat.
Big demon? An expert?
Thousands of thoughts were racing in the old woman's mind.
Lingchu hugged Qingkong, rubbed Qingkong's soft hair, and glanced at the old woman casually.
Meeting Lingchu's eyes, which were obviously extremely gentle and clear, made the old woman tense up, stiffly look away, and unconsciously hugged the boy.
I wanted to leave, but I didn't dare to move easily.
It cannot be grilled freshly, but you can eat it first as Lingchu is not very picky.
However, Qingkong's recklessness still needs a little lesson.
Qingkong felt a little depressed as he gnawed on the spirit-feeding pills eaten by the monster beast. He randomly picked up a spirit-feeding pill and put it into his mouth. The snow-white little tiger suddenly widened his round eyes, and his soft white hair instantly stood up. got up.
The fleshy palm hit the ground, and cracks spread.
Lingchu quickly picked up Qingkong, took out a gourd from his back, poured it into Qingkong's mouth, and smiled with crooked eyebrows.
I heard that the uncles at Liuhe Peak, for the sake of spiritual beasts, feel that even spiritual beasts should enjoy all kinds of delicacies. However, spiritual beasts advance slower than human cultivation, so it is basically impossible to spend time cooking. Most of them are still You have to take elixirs such as Ji Ling Pills to promote the progress of your cultivation.
Therefore, all the masters and uncles put it together and proposed to improve the formulas of spiritual beasts such as feeding spirit pills to make the food for spiritual beasts more rich in taste.
When Lingchu was traveling away from the mountains, he heard about this incident and bought a bottle of a new type of spirit-feeding pill for Qingkong.
I threw it in the corner of the storage bag and took it out by mistake today.
Unexpectedly, Qingkong had such a big reaction after taking the first one.
"It's so spicy! Master, what kind of spirit-feeding pill is this! Where did you buy it? It's a fake, it must be a fake!" Qingkong had just been knocked on the head, so he didn't dare to speak directly, but sent a message to Lingchu. .
Listening to Qingqiang's urgent milky voice, Lingchu burst into laughter.
When a monster has reached a certain level of cultivation, it can actually use monster power to remove the crossbone in its throat. This crossbone is what restrains the monster from speaking. Once it is removed, the monster can speak freely like a human being. speech.
Qingkong has long since lost his crossbones and can speak. Unfortunately, Qingkong is generally unwilling to speak or communicate unless necessary, for no other reason.
When the crossbones were melted, Qingkong immediately opened his mouth excitedly. As a result, as soon as he opened his mouth, there was a soft milky sound, which made Lingchu burst into laughter. Qingkong's face darkened on the spot, and he easily refused to speak again.
From this we can see how much impact this unique-flavor Spirit Feeding Pill brought to Qingkong. The spicy Qingkong didn't even bother to cover up his little milky voice and hurriedly transmitted the message.
Lingchu followed Qingkong's exploding white hair, smiled, took out a jade bottle from behind, and poured it into Qingkong's mouth.
The sweet fruit wine filled Qingkong's throat, dispelling the spicy irritation and calming down the frightened little tiger.
"This is not a fake, it is the new Spirit Feeding Pill produced by Liuhe Peak. I heard that the taste is very unique. It seems that Senior Brother and the others did not lie to me." Lingchu sent the message back, his tone full of smiles and seriousness.
Qingkong glanced at Lingchu aggrievedly again, and angrily buried her little head in the two fleshy tiger paws, looking like she couldn't see out of sight.
The old woman who didn't dare to pay too much attention to Lingchu was holding the boy in her arms. She was covered with a blanket and covered with thick hay. The grandfather and grandson were huddled in the corner of the ruined temple, leaning on each other and trying to squint.
Lingchu didn't even need to look at the old woman. The tips of his ears moved slightly and he heard that the old woman's breathing was still a little rapid. It was not the breathing of a sleeping person at all.
The boy, on the other hand, fell asleep very quickly. Within a few breaths, his breathing became soft and long, and he was obviously immersed in a sweet dream.
Holding the warm clear sky, Lingchu also leaned against the wall, sitting on hay under his body, casually bending his knees and closing his eyes.
For a time, the ruined temple fell into silence.
Until midnight, Lingchu, who had closed his eyes to rest his mind, saw the eyeballs under his eyelids move slightly.
The pointed ears of the snow-white tiger cub in his arms twitched.
After a while, the old woman who was resting on the other side of the ruined temple and had never fallen asleep suddenly opened her eyes and looked out the door with sharp eyes.
Ta-ta-ta-ta.
A series of footsteps came quickly towards the direction of the ruined temple.
The rain curtain that stopped without knowing when, the dark clouds dispersed, revealing the bright moonlight hiding behind it.
No one raised the fire, only the faint bright moonlight penetrated the ruined temple, illuminating some areas.
The figure that came in against the light was quite tall, holding a long sword in his hand, and walked in silently, with a strong aura of night all over his body.
As soon as one foot stepped into the ruined temple, the tall figure noticed the two groups of people distributed in the corners on both sides.
Old people, women, children.
All gathered.
Either way, you should be careful when meeting them in the arena.
The tall figure instantly became wary and entered the ruined temple with full vigilance.
Within a moment, there were three groups of people in the small ruined temple, each occupying a direction.
The old woman looked at the visitor calmly. Although she was an old man, the monks were all sharp-sighted and could still see a lot clearly even at night.
The tall figure who just arrived was a young man, wearing the most ordinary shorts, showing his strong arms, and holding a long sword in his hand. The brown shorts looked as unremarkable as the tall figure's appearance.
However, in addition to the muddy mud, the cloth shoes on the feet also had a few dark marks.
The old woman paused for a moment on the young man's stern eyes.
Unexpectedly, the tall figure was extremely sensitive, and he immediately noticed the prying eyes, and his eyes were like knives directed at the source of his gaze.
The old woman quickly looked away, as if she had never investigated, and remained motionless as if her grandparents were leaning on each other while sleeping.
This movement naturally did not escape Lingchu's consciousness.
Lingchu closed his eyes, but his hands were stroking the clear sky.
Although the last person who came here was a mortal, he was full of blood-evil energy. He didn't know how many people he had killed before he could gather so much blood-evil energy.
Sure enough, those who travel at night, or in other words, those who stay in the wilderness at night, are not simple people.
The tall figure who came later obviously had no intention of disturbing other people, and raised a fire on his own, filling the ruined temple with soft firelight.
The young man was warming himself by the fire, his face expressionless, the sword in his hand never leaving his body. Even when he was resting, he would turn a blind eye so that he could respond to emergencies in a timely manner.
He glanced fearfully at the old woman, grandparents, and then at the girl sleeping with the cat in her arms. The tall young man did not dare to relax for a moment, always paying attention to the inside and outside of the ruined temple.
Lingchu was too lazy to pay attention to the others and continued to rest with his eyes closed.
Anyway, they are just passers-by who meet by chance.
