"This—" The old man seemed reluctant.

"Here you go, take a good look! This is the baby of the Seven Song Crow and the Yuan Song, what are you, you have to go if you say you want to go?" Then he stomped his foot at the old man coquettishly, "Father, you can't be partial! If you give them to her, I won't follow them!"

The old man was actually a little embarrassed in his heart, he was the patriarch of the Holy Witch Clan, and there were many branches of the Witch Clan, most of which were distributed in isolated places, and this Holy Witch Clan was even more mysterious and powerful than ordinary Witch Clan.

In their eyes, low-level demon beasts like the Raven Clan were actually just materials they used to refine their spiritual power. In their worldview, such a small slaughter may be similar to a human hunting, except that human beings hunt for food and clothing, and they do it for cultivation. But even so, it is not easy to obtain the spiritual root of more than six songs in this crow clan, let alone the infant Yuan Qu baby. Most of the children of the Raven Clan died young, and it was for this reason that whenever they slaughtered a crow's nest, they would take all the primordial spirits away as much as possible. Originally, this time, the old crow with eight-song spiritual power was beaten by him, and his soul was scattered, which already made him very distressed, and suddenly there were these two more, how could he let go easily.

But on the other side, it was the holy daughter of his holy witch clan who had only been born for thousands of years and had a prosperous immortal fate, his most beloved daughter Wu Rongrong. Since childhood, because of this witch velvet talent, and the spiritual power is the highest in this generation, it has always been to get wind and rain. Although the other children were very dissatisfied with her, he had actually calculated in his heart that sooner or later this holy witch clan would be passed on to her, so when Wu Rong Rong opened his mouth to him, the balance of his heart had already tilted.

Ten fingers are connected to the heart, but each has its own length and shortness.

"Hmm...."He frowned dryly, "If Wu Rong Rong cultivates the immortal fate as soon as possible, it will also be the pride of my Holy Witch Clan!

"Father!" the girl in the black dress stomped her feet angrily.

"Qian'er, next time there is a good one, my father must let you pick it first?" After speaking, he coughed a few times, left everyone behind, and fled from this place of right and wrong.

"Hmph!" the girl named Wu Qianqian pushed Wu Rong Rong heavily, "I warn you, next time, you won't be so lucky!"

Wu Rong Rong patted her shoulder disdainfully, it seemed that the dress that was hit by her was dirty, seeing that everyone dispersed, she slowly walked to He Shu's side, and raised his chin, He Shu thought she would say something to herself, but Wu Rong Rong's eyes were very cold, not like the kind girl she saw on the bank of the stars that year. He only now felt hellish cold in his heart. It's stinging.

Wu Velvet untied a small cloth bag from his waist, and the bag slowly grew larger with the spell, taking him and Ling Xiao in.

Body bag.

He had heard from the elders of the clan that the Holy Witch Clan had a unique magic weapon, shaped like a cloth bag, which would refine the demon beasts with spiritual power into the Yuan Shen Pill, so that he could directly use the Yuan Shen Pill to cultivate spiritual power. He smiled desperately, "Xiao'er, my brother is going to kill you." What followed was a long wait, he didn't know how long the body bag would take to turn him and Ling Xiao into the Yuan Shen Pill, but he guessed that the process must be very painful. So, every minute and every second in the bag seems to be torment. But the strange thing is that the breathing is still very smooth, the skin does not have any burning sensation, and the bones do not have any abnormality, this, what's going on!

After a long time, he only felt that the universe was suddenly reversed, and he immediately hugged Ling Xiao tightly, but suddenly there was a dazzling sight in front of him, and only after he was familiar with the brightness around him did he find that he was sitting on the ground with Ling Xiao in his arms. And the girl, Wool Velvet, was tying the bag back to her waist.

"You shouldn't have come back. Wu Rong Rong lowered his head and said to him.

"You, are you really?" He Shu trembled and took out the handkerchief from his chest.

"You still have it, throw it away!" Wu Rongrong was still cold, and did not look at his face.

He Shu's heart was even more tingling, too, he was just a mere low-end demon clan. What kind of person is she Wu Rongrong, the holy daughter of the Holy Witch Clan! Her own family has just been cut off in the hands of their Holy Witch Clan, how can she be, how should she be, and still have those fantasies about her that she shouldn't have!

"Hmph," he couldn't help but smile in frustration and despair, "I don't know how you want to use me and Xiao'er to cultivate? Swallow it alive or skin it alive? I can do anything, I just beg you, you can let my sister live, she doesn't know anything about what is happening now." She's still so young. ”

But suddenly, a terrible light appeared in Wu Rongrong's eyes, this light was full of murderous aura, as if what He Shu had just said was touching her most intolerable nerves.

"Yes!" she grabbed He Shu's neck with one hand, "Is it in your eyes that I have nothing else to do but kill?"

He Shu rolled his eyes when he was pinched, and he really couldn't answer for a while, so he had to close his eyes in resignation. Seeing his reaction suddenly, the witch velvet immediately let go of his hand, "You take this sister of yours with you! Remember, when you see me in the future, don't bump into me stupidly! Not everyone from the Holy Witch clan will be as merciful as I am!"

He Shu couldn't believe it, "You, you just let me go like this?" You, how are you going to explain it to your father?"

Wu Rongrong said lightly, "This is something I should consider." ”

He Shu hugged Ling Xiao tightly, "Great grace is not grateful." Then he turned and departed.

Wu Rongrong turned around and picked up the handkerchief he threw down from her, and put it into his arms.

It's night, and there's no moon.

He Shu settled in the home of one of his bat demon friends, who was once in danger and was rescued by him, and was the person he trusted the most. Seeing Ling Xiao sleeping soundly, he couldn't help but feel very annoyed by what he had done during the day. At the moment of the great enemy, he didn't even have any resistance, but his mind was full of those illusory children's affections, which really shouldn't be. He really lost the face of his crow clan! However, he reached out to take the handkerchief, wanting to take one last look, and then he was going to the holy witch clan for revenge! What kind of witch velvet, it was cut in two! He clenched his fists hatefully, but he slapped himself with self-deprecation, he and the witch velvet was just the fate of the meeting in Pingshui, how could there be love! Indeed, she let herself and Ling Xiao go today, but what can this mean? What can a brief meeting in childhood bring to the two of them?

He got up angrily, and instead of fantasizing, he should have cut off his thoughts as soon as possible! But when he rummaged through his clothes and could not find the handkerchief, he could not help but panic a little!

The devil sent the gods, and he went to the place where he was separated from the witch and the wool during the day. He didn't know why, could it be that the holy daughter of the Holy Witch Clan had planted something for him that was difficult to give up? He wanted to deceive himself, he had planted the legendary **, which would give him a little spiritual relief in the anger and shame of exterminating the clan, he knew that many things could not be changed by himself, but the guilt in his heart was still replaced by the impulse of youth.

But when he came to that place, there was no longer a shadow of the wool velvet there, including the veil that was missing on his side. Probably, this is providence. He was even relieved in an instant, maybe he could leave with Ling Xiao tomorrow. It may be easier to retain the precious bloodlines of his Raven Clan than to get revenge. He Shu is not a coward, but his decision is completely correct, he is not a person who is easily carried away by hatred, the patriarch sent them away, and he will definitely hope that their crow clan will have a successor, as long as the incense is not broken, a demon clan can easily make a comeback.

Of course, this Holy Witch Clan is indeed a territory that they will never be able to reach. A species at the bottom of the food chain can never shake the status of the species at the top of the food chain, so perhaps the best way to continue life and comfort the whole family is to avoid it from afar.

This year, He Shu was only seventeen years old. Although this is only seventeen years old in the demon world, it is not easy for He Shu at this age to think of this.

Thinking like this, he wanted to leave.

"Yo! who is this!" Suddenly, a girl dressed in black floated in.

He Shu was a little panicked, because he recognized that this was Wu Qianqian who was embarrassed by Wu Rong during the day. Forced by the situation, he didn't have time to think about it, he was proud of the seven-song crow, and this Wu Qianqian was only a girl from the Holy Witch Clan, so he directly slashed it with one palm. That Wu Qianqian had just stood still, and seeing that the crow spirit who was usually destined in her eyes dared to make a move on her, although she was panicked, she was not afraid, and cast a spell to directly block his attack.

"Bold! Even a low-level demon beast dares to do something with me! Don't kneel down and beg for mercy, maybe Miss Ben can make your death easier!"

He Shu didn't care about her, and directly adjusted the spiritual power in his body to Qiqu, so that he wanted to win in one fell swoop with all his strength. He is only seventeen, and it is inevitable that he is a little impetuous, eager for quick success. That Wu Qianqian didn't take him seriously, she only felt that when she went to catch the rabbit, the rabbit also had to stretch her legs and struggle, not to mention this little demon beast! So she didn't take He Shu's attack to heart, and only used her spiritual power to block it lightly, who expected that although the seven-song crow was nothing in the eyes of the Holy Witch Clan, it still passed through her spiritual power armor and hit her heart.

Wu Qianqian spurted out a mouthful of blood, not angry but laughing. And He Shu saw that his seven-song crow was so powerful, and even got a little carried away for a while, but forgot to escape. "Patriarch, don't worry, I will cultivate to the Nine Curves and wash away the demon marrow! In the future, when I rank in the Immortal Class, it will be the day when I will strengthen our crow clan!" he thought.

But that Wu Qianqian didn't allow him to finish his daydream, her eyes rolled up, revealing countless pupils, she half floated in the air, "Interesting! It is worthy of being a rare refining material for the crow clan! Today, Miss Ben will accept you, tomorrow, see how that Wu Rong Rong is my enemy!"

The black hair suddenly lengthened and flew out of her head, firmly binding He Shu.

He Shu saw the change, but reacted very quickly, but although he used the full strength of the Qiqu Crow, he could no longer hurt Wu Qianqian, and he powerlessly and desperately allowed Wu Qianqian to use her thick long hair to tie herself firmly like a cocoon. At this time, he knew that what he cultivated to the nine-song ileum would reach the heavenly court and rank in the immortal class, these were all lies of the old man to coax the child. The old patriarch has already cultivated to the Eight Songs, and he is not the same as being easily beaten by the people of the Holy Witch Clan! A low-level demon beast is a low-level demon beast, even if he has nine curves in his body, in front of this Holy Witch Clan, he is still like an ant!