A few clouds gradually drifted into the clear blue sky.
The accumulation is getting thicker and thicker.
Sanqing was suddenly startled, raised her little face, looked at the strange changes in the sky, and then looked at the girl who was covered in hoarfrost.
She sat cross-legged by the pond, closing her eyes and concentrating. The long sword, as clear as water and as white as frost, was inserted straight into the earth, showing a protective posture.
"The thunderstorm is coming, you..." Fu Zhu paused, his voice was light, and no blame could be heard, "The movement here will definitely attract the Yu family. You should leave early and stop causing trouble."
The birth of a baby this time was beyond Fu Zhu’s expectations.
Although she wanted to reach the state of transformation as soon as possible, it didn't mean that having a baby so soon was something to be happy about.
I was suddenly encouraged by Sanqing, and I didn’t know whether it was good or bad.
The girl sighed slightly.
Sanqing didn't respond and stayed quietly not far away.
The colorful bird seemed to know that the little girl was in a bad mood, so it hid far away and huddled in the flowers.
Thunder suddenly sounded.
The entire nearby Yufu Island was startled by the sound of thunder and looked up into the distance.
There was a bright purple-robed woman who withdrew her mutton-fat jade-like catkins and frowned slightly, with a hint of anger on her face.
The maids all knelt on the ground, terrified.
The woman's red lips moved, and she spoke like beads, but with a hint of coldness, "Go to the mountain."
Mo Chuan, who had lost the man he was chasing, had a horrifying expression on his face. He was about to return home to plead guilty when he suddenly heard the sound of thunder and turned around to leave.
The woman in light red clothes stepped on the soft sword, thought for a while, and finally followed.
As soon as he landed, he saw a man dressed in purple.
Mo Chuan lifted his robe and knelt down, "My subordinate is incompetent and failed to recover Ruo Muguo. Please punish me, Miss!"
A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He lowered his head lower and could only see the delicate embroidered shoe tips decorated with soft pearls under Yu Fuguang's purple clothes.
The woman in light red clothes quickly sheathed her sword and moved forward, kneeling on one knee, "I've seen the eldest lady."
Yu Fuguang said casually, "Get up."
The maid opened an elegant oil-paper umbrella and stood respectfully behind Yu Fuguang.
It was particularly lively at the foot of the mountain, and they were all members of the Yu family.
His eyes couldn't help but fall on the mysterious clothes. Lord Mo was in charge of the Yuling Camp and was at the top of his game. However, he knelt on the ground in front of so many subordinates. It could be said that he had lost all face.
It seems that this feather order will have a new owner again.
The woman in light red clothes naturally thought of this. Her eyes stayed on Mo Chuan's back for a long time, and a light voice came from above her head, "Luo Mei'er, let you take over Mo Chuan's position."
Luo Meier raised her eyes happily, and her tone was not as coquettish as usual, "I will definitely live up to the expectations of the young lady!"
Without any resentment, Mo Chuan raised his hand to untie the black token from his waist and presented it with both hands.
Yu Fuguang raised her chin slightly, Luo Meier understood, and stepped forward to take the heavy feather order, with a look of pride that could not be hidden in her eyebrows.
She had been looking forward to this position for so long, and it was finally her turn to take over Yuling.
A bit of white snow fell on the black black iron feather order, and soon turned into traceless water traces. Luo Meier felt strange, looking up at the sky, countless white snow came into view.
She whispered: "Why did it snow suddenly?"
The snow fell like a heavy rain.
Yu Fuguang stretched out his hand to catch a piece of snowflake, and said with cold eyes, "Mo Chuan, I will give you another chance to bring back the person who picks the frost fruit."
"Life or death." The last four words were bitten hard by Yu Fuguang.
She had been looking forward to Ruomuguo for hundreds of years, but it was already very unpleasant to have it stolen. Now that the Frost Spirit Fruit has been picked again, the anger in my heart is really hard to control.
Mo Chuan straightened up and responded respectfully: "Yes."
The eldest lady is a mutant ice spirit root that is rare in a thousand years, but the spirit root is flawed. She originally wanted to wait for the frost spirit fruit to mature, refine it into elixirs, and cleanse the spirit root, but unexpectedly she got an advantage from others. No wonder she was so angry.
Ice Spirit Root is rare, and most people cannot use Frost Spirit Fruit. There is a magic circle on the mountain, and it is protected by beasts and birds with Yuanying realm cultivation. Even if someone breaks in, the Yu family will quickly notice it, but for some unknown reason, until someone picks the frost spirit fruit, causing a thunderstorm, Only to be discovered.
Mo Chuan's heart was spinning a thousand times, and someone suddenly came to mind.
The sword cultivator who rescued the little girl Ruo Muguo, she is Binglinggen!
"Mo Chuan, who do you think is so bold and dares to disturb the Yu family?" Luo Mei'er asked.
Forget about the little thief who stole the Ruomu Fruit. Unexpectedly, there was another Frost Spirit Fruit picker right away.
Luo Mei'er had an idea, "Could it be the little thief in black who did it?"
It wouldn't be surprising if she really did it.
"After catching the little thief, drain all the blood from his body, and then send him to refine the medicine. Although the effect is a little worse, it is still better than nothing." Luo Meier said to herself.
Mo Chuan hid his thoughts and did not listen to the woman's words, which made Luo Meier a little annoyed.
Now that Yu Ling is in her hands, Mo Chuan is just a subordinate, and he is still so arrogant. He really doesn't take her seriously at all.
Luo Meier opened her mouth and was about to reprimand, when Mo Chuan suddenly sped up and headed up the mountain.
boom!
A tribulation thunder suddenly fell, and the accumulated thunder cloud slowly dispersed.
That man succeeded in overcoming the tribulation!
Luo Meier no longer cared about Mo Chuan's attitude and hurriedly chased after him.
Sensing a lot of strange smells, Sanqing rolled his eyes and strode towards the flowers. He pulled out the five-colored bird that was pretending to be dead and whispered something.
Fu Zhu checked the body and found nothing strange, so he picked up Shuang Xueming.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at Sanqing, who was still holding hands with the five-color bird, "Someone is coming around."
Sanqing took Fu Zhu's hand and looked up and down. After making sure she was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief.
There was a smile on her eyebrows, "Let's go quickly!"
The whole mountain was covered with a thick layer of snow and it was extremely cold, but Sanqing seemed to be fine.
Fu Zhu couldn't help but look at the little girl twice, and she touched her face, "What do you think I'm doing?"
"Nothing." The girl shook her head gently and left with Sanqing from the other side.
When Mo Chuan arrived, he only saw the mess after being struck by the Tribulation Lightning.
"Magpie joy?" Mo Chuan frowned, looked at the five-colored bird by the pond, and called out its name.
The five-colored bird turned its eyes faintly, suddenly flapped its wings, and its feathers flew in unison, like thousands of arrows flying towards it.
He quickly drew out his long sword to block it, and started fighting with Que Huan.
"What are you doing? What are you doing for fun? Where are the people picking frost fruit?"
When Luo Meier came up, she saw a person and a bird fighting, and she asked a series of questions.
Is this Mo Chuan crazy? Que Huan is a Nascent Soul, so he doesn't want his life?
"Shall we help Mr. Mo..." As soon as the subordinate opened his mouth, Luo Meier stared back.
"What's Mr. Mo? He is no longer in charge of the Yuling Camp. It's unclear whether he can save his life!"
Luo Mei'er said without thinking: "Go after the person who picked the Frost Spirit Fruit!"
As for Mo Chuan... Luo Mei'er glanced at the embarrassed man in black clothes and smiled softly.
It was good that she didn't stab him again, but she still saved him? It's a beautiful thought.
Luo Meier picked up her sword and left without any nostalgia.
Que Huan turned his head back and forth, swaying from side to side, as if he wanted to chase Luo Meier, but was worried that Mo Chuan had escaped.
