The white fox floated closer, raised his finger and pressed it on the lips of the canna, smiled ambiguously, and blocked her words: "Shh, anyway, I'm trapped in the formation of the little Taoist, and I'm idle, let's have fun with him together, how about it?"

"Fun?" Before the canna could react, a palm was slashed on the neck, and she immediately fell soft.

The white fox looked at the beautiful girl on the ground and smiled indifferently: "It is not easy for a spiritual creature to fight to the death for a Taoist priest...... Affection is the most hurtful ......"

Speaking of "affection is the most hurtful", the white fox stopped laughing, shook his body and changed back to his appearance, lowered his head and looked at the canna on the ground, there was a trace of pity in his eyes, squatted down to pull away the hair on her forehead, and sighed lightly, "It's a good day, why are you tempted by a person?"

Xiaomi'er, who was outside the phantom, waited for a long time, and suddenly saw another strong wind beside her, and stood up with a canna in her hand: "I can't even trap it in the gossip trap array?"

"You can trap me for a while, but you just want to trap Benjun, little Taoist, you have to cultivate for another thirty years!" The white fox stretched out his foot and kicked it directly, kicking the canna directly, the bottom of the basin hit the ground, and it shattered directly with a "bang", "It's really in my eyes!"

"Little banana!" Mi'er pounced.

"It's just a broken basin, and it's not a broken branch...... "The white fox hooked his lips and smiled, "You have a deep affection for it, you are a little Taoist, can the master still make the love of mortals not successful?"

Xiaoxiao Er didn't want to say more to the white fox, and pulled out the Dao talisman in the baggage, "Xiaodao broke into the Fox Monarch's enchantment without his own strength, please let the Fox Jun let go of Xiao Jiao'er, my life is all up to you!"

There is an enchantment here, in which the yin qi is pervasive, and the canna loses the flower pot, so that the roots are exposed to the yin qi, and it is easy to infect the yin qi, and enter the demon barrier and go crazy into the demon.

Time was pressing, and he had to cast a spell as soon as possible to block the aura.

"You sent it to the door yourself, but you asked my subordinates to be merciful, where is there such a good thing in the world!" The white fox smiled coldly, and was about to let the person and flower under his hand play a "hard-working mandarin duck" drama, when he suddenly saw the neckline purse of Xiaomi'er who bowed his head fell out, and the pattern on the purse made Bai Junhua a little familiar.

Bai Junhua let out a "huh", quickly reached out and grabbed it, the purse fell into his hand, he looked at the purse, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "This person turned out to be Feng Laodao's apprentice? No, Feng Laodao has been dead for nearly a hundred years, even if he accepts an apprentice on the verge of death, it is impossible for him to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, is it an apprentice?"

Xiaomier is setting up a formation for the canna, and she can't take care of the purse in her neck.

The purse was opened by the white fox, he took out the note, opened it and looked, there was a piece of black text pressed on it, and the handwriting was clear and easy to recognize: if the Taoist friend showed this paper, he must be the disciple of my Zixia Temple or the disciple of the grandson or the apprentice of the grandson......

The white fox twitched the corners of his mouth, jumped over the string of disciples and disciples who had not played and disappeared, and looked down directly:

It must be that the disciples are trapped in the hands of Taoist friends, it is not hidden, the disciples of my view are all mortals in the world, and the seven emotions and six desires have never been experienced.

Another: This paper is the treasure of Zixia Temple, and I also ask Taoist friends to keep their mouths shut, so that my disciples will bring the purse back to Zixia Temple intact, and then pass it on to the next generation.

Arctic fox:......

Sick in the brain!

When I saw the Fengshen stick a hundred years ago, I knew that this person was extremely unreliable, but a Taoist scum, and sure enough, he was so unreliable when he died!

His own apprentice grandson was arrested, and he actually begged the other party to help him let his apprentice see the world clearly!

Why!

Is it just because you are a scoundrel, just because you have a great reputation in Zixia Mountain?!

The white fox was so angry and angry that he neatly integrated the letter paper, grabbed the purse on the ground angrily, patted off the dust on it, put the letter paper into the purse, and hung it back on Xiaomi'er's head.

Well, it's true that your Zixia Mountain is very famous, I can't bear it!

The purse fell back into Xiaomi'er's neck, and he had already made up the formation of the canna, and the catastrophe was at the head, but the Zixia Guandao was unified, and he was not afraid at all, but twisted his hair and asked, "What is written in the purse?"

When Qin Yuren handed it over to him, he only said that if he met someone outside who he couldn't beat, he could take it out to save his life and get that person's help.

Xiaomier didn't want to take out the purse to beg for mercy, but the purse eventually fell into the hands of the white fox, and Moyo was also providential, so he would not pursue it again.

"Oh," the white fox flicked the ash on the hem of the white gauze, and the corners of his mouth mockingly hooked, "Why should I tell you?"

Xiao'er's expression was slightly embarrassed: "Brother Fox, don't bounce the white hair on your body anymore, it's still quite clean." ”

Arctic fox:......

Bai Junhua changed his relaxed posture and grabbed the person directly, and the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally. "Your ancestor asked me to help you, let me take you to the Qinglou for a walk. ”

Without doing anything, he mentioned Xiaomier and took people out of the door and ran straight to Suzhou Flower Street.

Xiao Mi'er grabbed the canna and was carried by the white fox, and even calmly discussed with the white fox: "Brother fox, can you let me go to the store next to buy a flower pot, the little banana inhales a lot of yin qi, and it needs to be removed immediately." ”

Bai Junhua glanced at Na Hua: "You can't die, if the spiritual object that has opened the spiritual sense dies, then it will really insult the word spiritual object." ”

"I'm not afraid that the canna will die," Xiao'er shook her head, "I'm just worried that it will go mad and fall into the devil's path and not be able to enter the fairy gate." ”

Bai Junhua snorted coldly: "If it falls into the Demon Dao, it is also because it is not strong enough and not enough to cultivate, what does it have to do with you and me, if it does not become an immortal, no matter how much you do for it, what is the use?" Seeing that Xiaomi'er took out another Dao talisman and burned it in the palm of his hand, he suddenly smiled, "Where did you get this spiritual object? Do you still feed it the pearls of the East China Sea every day?"

Xiao Xiao'er pressed the ashes of the Dao talisman in her hand on the root of the canna, and also smiled: "How can you compare your appearance to become an immortal and become the right path." ”

"Could it be that you are a mortal who still wants to cultivate and become an immortal?" Bai Junhua Qi said, "Do you still want to have a double stay and double flight with it?"

Xiaomi'er raised her head and smiled, her smile was innocent, but she didn't answer.

Bai Junhua saw him with a look of "you don't understand", and almost wanted to throw the person in his hand out.

He lived a thousand years longer than this milk doll, and this man said he didn't understand, but didn't he embarrass him?

First of all, Feng Lao Dao, and then a little god stick, wow, he and this Liangzi of Zixia Mountain are concluded!

Feng Lao Dao has long been reincarnated, and all new and old grudges will be settled on this little god stick.