The middle-aged woman's injuries had improved at this time, and she slowly got up from the ground, first glanced at Gong Mo Yi with gratitude, and then hugged her son and cried, tears of joy, her son was not successfully snatched away from him, which was better than anything else.

The middle-aged woman hugged her son and cried for a long time before she slowly recovered, let go of her son in her arms, and said to her son with infinite gratitude: "This time, we want to thank this little immortal master"

After that, his eyes looked at Gong Moyi, who was standing next to him at a height of only about three feet, and bowed to Gong Moyi, and Gong Moyi was not hypocritical, and accepted the middle-aged woman's worship.

She got into trouble with these two people, and although she didn't know what the trouble was coming, it was definitely not too small. Listening to the discussions of the people around her, looking at the restless appearance of her father and the men in the village, she understood a little, presumably the Zhou family also has an immortal master, and what kind of realm the Zhou family's immortal master is, she doesn't know, the most terrifying thing is not the enemy on the surface, but the invisible enemy.

Gong Moyi looked at the middle-aged woman with a little puzzled face, and found that the clothes of the middle-aged woman and the little boy were different from the local people, although they were very shabby, but there were still some differences, so he asked casually: "You two don't seem to be locals, right?"

When the middle-aged woman heard Gong Moyi's question, she was stunned, her face changed slightly, and she hesitated for a long time without speaking.

"Forget it, don't say it if you don't want to! I didn't mean to force you. At the end of the palace, when he saw the middle-aged woman hesitating, he turned around and planned to beckon his father and the rest of the village to go with him.

"Benefactor! We are indeed not locals...... "When the middle-aged woman saw Gong Mo Yi turn around, she was in a hurry and hurriedly called Gong Mo Yi.

"Huh?!" With a shocked shock, I didn't expect that the mother and son were really not locals, so they turned around again and faced the middle-aged woman, wanting to hear what the middle-aged woman would say next.

"That's right...... My mother and son are refugees from Chenlin Town...... After a lot of hardships along the way, the dry food has been exhausted, and I finally came to this Yuqing Town to buy something to eat, but I didn't expect to encounter such a disaster! If it weren't for the benefactor's enthusiasm to save me, my mother and son would probably ......" At the end, the tears began to lock down again, falling low on the ground, making a faint audible ticking sound.

"Chenlin Town?!" Gong Moyi's little face was full of doubts, she had never heard of this place name. This is normal, after all, she has only been in this world for three years. How could the elders talk too much about such a child? She had no other source of information than the story she had heard from the old village chief.

However, there is no record of such a small place in the jade slips obtained from the two old monsters in the Void Spirit Mirror.

Seeing the doubts on Gong Moyi's face, the middle-aged woman explained in a respectful tone: "Chenlin Town is thousands of miles away from here, and our mother and son have walked for a long time to come here."

"So you say you're refugees there? What's going on with this? The round little face at the end of the palace was still very puzzled.

"Uh...... It's like this, people in our town often die inexplicably......" The middle-aged woman's face turned pale, her eyes were full of fear, and she trembled as if she remembered something terrible.

"Dead?" Not only was the end of the palace strange, but even the surrounding crowd of onlookers was in an uproar.

"Yes, even inexplicably they die, especially at night, when more people die...... My husband...... It's just inexplicable、、The death is extremely strange、It seems that I have seen something terrible! Thinking of this, the middle-aged woman's face full of fear became a little more sad, and her eyes began to overflow with mist again, including the little boy.

The middle-aged woman was silent for a long time, a sad atmosphere spread in the air, her ordinary face was very indifferent, and she whispered: "Our mother and son escaped because they went out. ”

"How so? Strange ...... "It's impossible for Gong Mo Yi to come up with a reason if he wants to break his head, but it's also simple, and if he can't think of it, he won't want to think about it."

"This is very similar to the handwriting of the Demon Cultivator...... a thought suddenly popped up in his heart, and he was startled, "Forget it, isn't it okay if this girl doesn't drip this muddy water, anyway, the cultivation is low now, if we can't afford it, we won't drip it, and there is no benefit." ”

"Dong" The middle-aged woman and boy suddenly knelt on the ground, their eyes were full of pleading, and they said with some bitterness: "Benefactor, please take our mother and son, we have nowhere to go, and please benefactor be gracious!" You can do whatever we want! ”

"Huh?!" The end of the palace was stunned, this ......

Middle-aged women and teenagers hurried to help the ground.

"If the benefactor doesn't agree, we won't get up, and we are willing to make cattle and horses for the benefactor to repay you for saving your life."

"This ......" Gong Mo Yi hesitated a little, glanced at Gong Mo Qingyun in the crowd, and cast an inquiring look.

Seeing Gong Mo Yi coming over, Gong Mo Qingyun was stunned for a moment, and then nodded lightly.

Seeing Gong Mo Qingyun's permission, Gong Mo Yi also made a decision: "Okay, your mother and son will go back to the village with me later!"

The middle-aged woman seemed to hear the sound of heaven, and a smile immediately bloomed on her face, and she looked at her son next to her: "Hurry up...... Thank you so much! ”

The little boy was stunned for a moment, and then he kowtowed to Gong Mo Yi with the middle-aged woman, and exclaimed, "Thank you, benefactor!"

Gong Moyi hurriedly supported the two of them with her little hands, her face was a little embarrassed, just say goodbye, she couldn't stand it anymore when she kowtowed. This support didn't make the two of them look down.

"Well, what's your name?" There was a gentle smile on the round little face at the end of the palace, this picture was like the feeling of making friends between children and getting to know each other, but the other party was extremely solemn.

"Oh! My name is Tian Xiuhua, and my son's name is Lin Yu! The middle-aged woman replied respectfully.

"Oh!" At the end of the palace, the little face showed a sudden color, when the middle-aged woman was bullied by the young man in blue brocade, she cried and called out her son's nickname "Yun'er".

I also smiled secretly in my heart: Now there are two more helpers in the family, and my mother can be idle.

On the surface, he waved his hand boldly: "Let's go!"

As he spoke, he was going to turn around and beckon Gong Mo Qingyun and the others to leave together.

"Eun Gong! That...... What about the trio? The little boy Lin Yun timidly reminded that he was indeed a little afraid of Gong Mo Yi, although Gong Mo Yi looked smaller than him, but Gong Mo Yi was a real immortal master.

Gong Moyi slapped his head, but he forgot about the three ice sculptures. Turning around, he walked over to the three humanoid ice sculptures, either raising their hands or standing with terrified expressions.

Raised his fleshy little hand, put it on the blue brocade young man who had become an ice sculpture, and slightly operated a trace of spiritual power, hooking the cold qi that eroded into the blue brocade young man's body, absorbing it into his own body, and becoming a part of his spiritual power again, operating in the veins, the ice on the blue brocade young man's body melted and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, the skin began to become normal, the frozen blood in the body began to flow again, and his face began to become ruddy.

If there is a monk here, it must be very surprising, the ability to control the end of the palace has reached the point of retracting and releasing freely, and this ability can only be achieved by a monk who has reached the primordial infancy.

The young man in blue brocade with a ruddy face was a child before he saw him, and he was a child whose height was no more than his thighs, and his face was still thick with baby fat, and he was looking at him calmly.