"A hundred years ago, the old body had not yet cultivated, and he was just a personal maid of his. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" The white-haired old woman's eyes began to become trance, and the corners of her lips smiled slightly, as if she had entered a memory.

"Back then, the Su family suffered a catastrophe, and only the young master and I went out and escaped. Then, the young master brought me here.

This island of inquisition is not very large, and there are only ten monks in total.

The young master's spiritual roots and wisdom roots are both good, and he has overtaken other monks in ten years of hard work and has become a monk in the Gathering Dao Period, who can fly with a sword.

No matter how the other monks cultivated, decades had passed, and they were still in the spiritual transformation stage.

And I, although I have a wisdom root, the spiritual root is the worst of the monks. Until the young master left, he was unable to condense a little spiritual power in his body.

At that time, the aura of this world was already thin. At this time, news came from Shushan that they had discovered a passage to another world.

The young master and his master rushed to Shushan to confirm the news, and before leaving, the young master left me the black Jiao he raised, as well as some pills that he was usually reluctant to take. ”

At this, the white-haired old woman stopped, and her old face showed a hint of delicateness. Yan Wan'er's heart moved, it seems that this mother-in-law and her young master are not just a simple master-servant relationship.

Just as Yan Wan'er was secretly speculating, the deep voice of the white-haired old woman sounded again, with a little tenderness and regret in her voice.

"The young master asked me to wait for her here, and he will rush back to pick me up as soon as possible. I took the pill and finally cultivated to the middle stage of the spirit transformation.

But a full hundred years have passed, and there has never been a young master on Asking Heart Island. The monks who stayed with me have passed away one after another, and now, it is finally my turn. ”

Yan Wan'er knew that the lifespan of a monk in the Spiritual Transformation Period was only more than 100 years old, and the old woman in front of her was so old that she was already dying. Although she didn't achieve her goal this time, she at least knew that there was a passage to leave the earth, and this passage should be near Shushan.

The white-haired old woman glanced at the wooden house and stone pavilion behind her with nostalgia, touched the black Jiao who had been lying beside her obediently, and said: "Girl, this black Jiao was left to me by the young master, these hundred years of loneliness, because of it, the old body will not live like a year."

Now that the old body is about to end its life, the last thing I can bear is to leave the black Jiao. Girl, can you let the black Jiao stay with you? It's very well-behaved, and it's very spiritual, and it won't cause you trouble. ”

Hei Jiao should have understood the words of the white-haired old woman, and a pair of green eyes were filled with misty water vapor, rubbing the wrinkled face of the white-haired old woman, and calling a few times.

The voice was like a complaint, like a toddler crying.

It's a sentient beast!" Yan Wan'er said secretly.

Hey! Yan Wan'er stared at the red and black moire scales seven inches away from the black Jiao, thoughtful.

Although she didn't know much about the dragon clan, she had a hunch that this black Jiao might have an extraordinary origin.

While thinking about it, Yan Wan'er waved her hand casually and threw the black Jiao into the Yan Immortal Bracelet.

The Yan Immortal Bracelet was full of immortal aura, and this kind of immortal aura was too rich for ordinary cultivators. It's like giving a newborn baby a thousand-year-old ginseng, which is easy to explode and die.

It's the same for ordinary monsters.

After a few breaths, Yan Wan'er pinched the trick with one hand and released the black Jiao.

The black Jiao circled back and forth in the air for several weeks, raised its head and let out a long roar: Whoa!

The voice is loud and high-pitched, and it is powerful. Or, the sound could be called a dragon's groan.

Sure enough, Yan Wan'er's beautiful eyes smiled like a crescent moon, only the descendants of the Upper Realm Dragon Clan could stay in her Yan Immortal Bracelet for a few breaths, not only did she not languish at all, but she was even more energetic!

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