There is no ready-made house, Mo Qing lives in the magic weapon of Qingyi Daojun, the appearance - a tree, people live in the tree, the space is not large, the room is temporarily separated by two, as for what this magic weapon was originally used for, Qingyi Daojun naturally did not say it to Mo Qing, and Qingyi Daojun followed the Yuan Infant Monk who received them before to the place that was said to be the exit to check.

A rice bowl-sized glass jar was full of small fruits that were only a little bigger than cherries, and the tender small fruits looked very appetizing, but was such a little fruit enough to eat, enough for three people? Mo Qing was a little suspicious.

At this time, the little boy had already woken up, and the little boy had always been very well-behaved, very trouble-free, and rarely cried, so Mo Qing called him the little girl.

The little girl was full of sleep at this time, lying in Mo Qing's arms, and her dark eyes stared intently at the white and tender small fruit in the glass cup.

"Good, you can't eat this!" Mo Qing and the fat dew that Xiao Liang wanted to eat was found in Xiao Ling's bag, a storage bag full of it, could it be prepared by Qingyi Daojun?

"Mo Daoyou, my name is Ziqiong, that's all you have for today, you can go to me to get it after the daily order, I live in the shell-shaped house near your house. The thin, gray-looking nun who had brought the berries put the glass cup on the table.

"Thank you. "Shell-shaped house? Mo Qing remembered that she had seen a shell-shaped house all the way over, and she was still thinking at that time, could this be the magic weapon of demon cultivation, and this demon cultivation is still in the sea? However, Yuanying Zhenjun didn't mention that there is a demon cultivation here, which shows that this hobby called Ziqiong is really special, what is the use of the shell-shaped magic weapon? I don't understand, Mo Qing has long been very sleepy and wants to sleep.

Ziqiong nodded lightly, but a pair of dim almond eyes kept looking at the little girl, and said before going out: "Every ten days for our people here, everyone has to go outside to collect the flowing berries, this child is so young, it seems that you can't go, but it doesn't matter, your Langjun cultivation is so high, and the harvest will definitely be more than ours when the time comes." Here, as long as the cultivation is high and the spell is powerful, you can still live well. ”

"Thank you Daoyou," this is the second person to misunderstand the relationship between Qingyi Daojun and Mo Qing, Mo Qing is a little embarrassed, fortunately Qingyi Daojun is not here.

"Daojun is my senior, not my Langjun. Mo Qing thought that he had to explain as soon as possible, otherwise he would be misunderstood, and it would soon be transmitted to Qingyi Daojun, which would be really embarrassing.

"Hmm, forgive me for taking the liberty of it. What is the name of this child, it is really cute, there is a spiritual root, but it is a pity that it fell into this realm. ”

"His name is Xiao Ling, and he has spiritual roots. Mo Qing was also a little gloomy, the days he could live were numbered, even if he was willing to use that method, there was no Heavenly Spirit Root Cultivator here.

"Little girl, it's so cute, boy or girl?"

"Boy. ”

"Where's this child's father?" Ziqiong's slightly shriveled fingers gently pinched the little girl's fleshy hand, perhaps scratching the itchy part of the little girl, and the little girl smiled at her.

"His father is gone, and his mother is gone. Mo Qing hurriedly said, and carefully added the fact that he was not the child's mother, so as not to be regarded as the child's mother again.

"......" Ziqiong looked at the little girl with pity, touched the little girl's head, thought about it and said, "If you have something, you can send the little girl to me." ”

Ziqiong reluctantly left, Mo Qing fed the little girl with fat dew, it was very strange that the little girl was very sleepy, but with Qingyi Daojun here, he should take care of the strangeness of the little girl, after all, the spiritual root of the little girl is too good.

After eating enough fat dew, the little girl yawned and began to sleep again, seeing that the little girl was asleep, Mo Qing also quickly took this opportunity to lift the quilt and hugged the little girl to sleep together.

When Qingyi Daojun came back, Mo Qing and Xiao Liang had not woken up yet, looked at the tightly closed door of Mo Qing's room, Qingyi Daojun sat on the table in front of the hall, poured himself a glass of spiritual wine, and pondered......

The exit is a three-inch-long crack, not to mention how small the gap is, not to mention the various winds that are constantly blowing in the gaps, just the lightning strikes that are mixed with the winds at the gaps, the thunder is actually the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, and the thunder that will only be encountered when the merger period is promoted to the Mahayana period, no wonder they say that the merger period can only pass through guò, and it can be said that even if the merger period passes, it is only five or five of them......

At that time, the wasteland where he and Mo Qing were located was not far away was a bottomless gorge, and the opposite side of the gorge was full of yellow sand, and beyond the yellow sand, there was a completely distinct Dead Sea, and the other side of the sea was like a straight mountain blade...... There is also a place, in the middle of the green grassland, there is a molten pool of fire snakes attacking people, each terrain is like a sleeve, it looks small, but it is actually surprisingly large, but the consciousness in the brain is still very clear, this area is only more than a hundred miles in total.

It is also the terrain and landform that are changeable, although the magic flow slurry is once every ten days, and the vines grow everywhere, but the aura here is extremely weak and the demon qi is extremely strong, and the monks are restricted and eroded by the demonic energy, and the cultivation and spells are very limited because of the need for the aura, so although there are about forty of them, the harvested berries are not enough for them to eat, so they have vegetables one by one, and the demonic energy erodes the body, and now it is just barely surviving.

As for becoming a demon, those monks don't want to think about it, after all, becoming a demon here is not the same as an ordinary demon, the demon that becomes a demon here, the demon soul is definitely not the previous one, the soul of the previous monk is completely wiped out, this is dead and can no longer die-

nNo, n, do you need to say?