"So, you pricked the man's finger?"

"Hmm. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" The detached expression did not relax in the slightest, "The blood is red, gurgling out, but it is what a healthy young man should look like." ”

"So, based on this, do you suspect that it was not the Demon Cultivator's doing?" Fu Sihan asked.

Liluo looked at the man in front of him who was facing the enemy with him, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and after a while, he shook his head gently, "I just think something is not quite right." ”

After finishing speaking, she glanced at Fu Sihan again, and silently added: "After Senior Sister Chu Yan comes back and reports the situation of the plague and immortal cultivators there, she will probably be able to guess something." ”

"You mean, you asked Chu Yan to find out if there was a sudden death of a child?"

This ordinary question, but the brows of the detached one furrowed even tighter, she bit her lip, looked down at the map on the desktop, and said secretly, "Senior Brother Fu, I remember that we discussed it before, and we both thought that the demon cultivator planned the entire people of Pingcheng just to gain something from them, so that he could cultivate himself to be lean. At the beginning of the year, the fog rose in the city, and the children died suddenly, and I firmly believe that it was the work of the demon cultivators, although you doubt it, but like the old man, you think that all this is just a coincidence of the weather. ”

"That's right. Hearing the analysis of the separation, Fu Sihan nodded, "Worldly people are not like immortal cultivators, they have a strong physique, and infants and young children are frail, and it is impossible to die when they encounter a sudden drop in cold." ”

"That's because I didn't tell you what a rare cultivation tonic a childish child is for demon cultivation. Liluo interrupted him in a cold voice, "Their brains are developing the fastest at this time, immature and smooth, and they are like a treasure to the demon cultivators who feed on them. And their bodies, small and delicate, simple thinking and rough memory, are undoubtedly not the best materials to make a puppet. Coupled with their simple laughter, they are full of vitality......"

She was suddenly dumbfounded, tilting her head to search her brain for the glimmer of ......

"I really don't know much about that. Fu Sihan took over with a wry smile and interrupted her train of thought.

She pursed her lips, no longer thinking about the strange discord she had felt at that moment, and she continued, "When we were attacked later, we all thought that we were noticed by the people behind the scenes because we had caught the grass and found the sea fish, and we were sent to kill us. But since the destruction of the Black Mist, we have not been attacked. I'm wondering, is it because the impact of this incident has already spread to Nanguan, and the people behind the scenes can't shut everyone's mouths, or is it because the Black Mist people attacked us with other purposes? Moreover, with such a big act, can a demon cultivator really resist the immortal cultivators in Nanguan, as well as countless immortal cultivators?"

Hearing such a long story, Fu Sihan couldn't help sighing, pressing his head, he found that the little girl in front of him was right, not only limited to the plague in Pingcheng, if this was just the handiwork of a demon cultivator, I am afraid it would be really terrifying. And Changli's suspicion that it is not a demon cultivator is also somewhat reasonable.

Tut.

He whispered to himself in his heart.

The little girl said that it was a demon cultivator, and after analyzing a lot, he felt that it was a demon cultivator, and the little girl felt that it was not a demon cultivator, and after analyzing a lot of it, he was shaken again.

When did he lose his own judgment?

Is it really because this matter is too involved and foggy?

Still is......

He looked at the little girl in front of him with a complicated expression, and Ming Zimu looked at him with strange eyes when they left, and he hadn't forgotten it. Of course he knew why they were strange, a third-order captain would agree with a first-order little girl so much, if it weren't for the fact that he had experienced a lot in the past two days, he wouldn't have believed it before.

Forget it, what do you want to do so much? No matter how smart you are, you're still your own junior sister, a teammate who saved your life?

Fu Sihan, who has always been cautious, was relieved to indulge himself in this situation.

"You and I don't even think about it. Seeing that Liluo was still sitting at the table, knocking his head with a pen very angrily to come up with something, Fu Sihan smiled, closed her map, and said softly, "Now that the situation is serious, and I can't help this group of worldly people by dealing with immortal cultivators in the past, fortunately, they have sent the news back to the sect, presumably the rumors and sects in these cities have already heard of it, and these headache analyses are waiting for your uncles to come." What we have to do is to do our best to maintain the well-being of the people of this peaceful city. ”

Liluo was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his brows helplessly, and smiled lightly: "You're right." ”

She forgot that she was a disciple of the Dusty Sect, not the lonely one she had left earlier. These things don't have to be figured out by herself, the sect has its own people to solve them. She just needs to do what they should undertake, as Fu Sihan said.

Looking at the little girl's smile, as well as the conspicuous flower mark in the frowning between his eyebrows before, he finally couldn't hold back, took out a blue porcelain vial from the storage bag, and put it in front of Liluo.

"Is this curtain concealment?" she pulled up the red plug, smelling the faint fragrance coming from it, she raised her eyebrows, puzzled.

"Cover up the mark between your eyebrows. Seeing the little girl's unconscious look of "I know what this is, but I don't know what to do for me", Fu Sihan helplessly persuaded.

Perhaps it is the unique scenery of Ningxu, because of the abundant aura, the cultivation of immortal cultivators can be manifested through the dots of peach cherry blossom-like flower prints between the eyebrows. Even so, when you reach a certain level, you can cast a spell and use the simplest masking technique to cover it. After all, no one wants to expose everything they have to strangers.

Of course, this spell is not very effective for immortal cultivators who are higher than themselves. Because a high-level immortal cultivator only needs to mobilize the five senses, the cover will dissipate in his eyes.

And the current bottle of curtain concealment was obtained by him unintentionally, unless it was an immortal cultivator who was two levels higher than himself, he had no way of knowing the true cultivation of the person taking it.

This didn't do much to him, but it was this little girl who was despised by everyone, Fu Si felt that she should need this more.

"Is it useful?" Who knows, hearing his words, this little girl who seemed to be despised by many fellow disciples in his eyes was looking at him with disdain in her eyes without a little restraint, "My cultivation is like this, isn't it covered up?"

She pointed to the faint cherry red on her forehead, her face full of indifference.

Fu Sihan: ......

He suddenly felt that he might really be doing too much. The ancestor took care of this little girl like that, and he thought of it, could it be that the ancestor who had been meeting his own disciples every day couldn't have imagined? I'm afraid that there had already given something better than curtain covering, but this little girl refused.

Seeing Fu Sihan's kindness, he stood up generously, raised his head slightly, and smiled wantonly, "I'll just stand up to this cultivation, and then let those who treat me as a joke see how the flower mark between my eyebrows has reached a height that they can never reach little by little!"

The pride and wanton between the little girl's eyebrows lined the childish little face with brilliance, and the eyes were a little dark, which was even more shining.

"Okay, then I'll wait to see the day when Xiao Changli comes!" he laughed loudly.