Gong Moyi's expression was silent, his eyes were a little dim, and he lacked the radiant brilliance of his usual life. The consumption of soul power made her look ruddy now, but her pupils were a bit like gems that had lost their brilliance.

Although the spirit is starting to be a little sluggish, it is not possible to sleep with your head upside down now, and there are so many people around you who don't talk about it, and it is estimated that there will be some trouble.

Gong Moyi rubbed his temples to sober himself up a bit.

She said that she didn't expect Zhou Long's soul to be so strong this time, and when she said the first sentence, the more than twenty soul shocks that were generated did not immediately shatter the soul, which also surprised her.

Raised his feet and walked to the side of Zhou Long's corpse, which had lost any vitality, and released his divine sense to sweep over Zhou Long's corpse, in addition to his clothes and the golden short sword he used to attack him before, there was also a small red bag hanging from his waist.

Gong Moyi stretched out his fleshy little hand and bent down slightly, first picked up the golden short sword that fell next to Zhou Long, and looked at it, this is this spiritual weapon, or a low-grade spiritual weapon, the sword body is golden. Gong Moyi judged his value just by looking at it, and couldn't help but grin, a little disdainful. But still in line with the mentality that resources cannot be wasted, I put it into the savings ring with a thought.

Putting away the golden short sword, Gong Moyi's somewhat dim eyes turned to look at Zhou Long's corpse again.

In addition to the golden short sword, Zhou Long also had a small red bag hanging from his waist.

"Qiankun bag!" Gong Moyi recognized this small bag at a glance, his dim eyes lit up slightly, this kind of bag generally contains a space, the size is calculated by how many cubes, most of the low-level monks are about a cubic space, and some small objects can be placed, such as flying swords, runes, jade slips and other objects of volume.

Like the maned lion that he killed last time, he couldn't store it in this small bag.

Stretched out his little hand again, rubbed the Tai Fear acupoint to make himself more sober, and then bent down, and the little hand tore off the Qiankun bag on Zhou Long's waist.

As soon as Zhou Long died, the Qiankun bag naturally became an ownerless thing, and the palace was very relaxed, so he probed into the Qiankun bag.

In a small cubic space, there are more than a dozen lower-grade spirit stones, and a jade plaque, the jade plaque is only the size of a palm, and there are two words engraved vertically in the center: Xuanjin.

Presumably, this is the identity token of Xuanjin Gate.

In addition, there is a small pile of gold coins, which looks like there are at least hundreds of thousands, and gold coins are worldly things for people who have embarked on the path of cultivation, so Zhou Long didn't bring too much with him, presumably he would only bring such a little bit just for dinner, after all, his cultivation is still low, and he can't open the valley yet.

Ordinary monks must reach the foundation building period before they can stop eating, and the spiritual power absorbed can offset the body's need for food.

In addition to this, there are some messy things, such as spare clothes, dry food, etc.

"Poor ghost!" Gong Mo Yi's round little face was a little dissatisfied, and he scolded in a low voice.

Because of the fight between Gong Moyi and Zhou Long just now, everyone in the audience was hiding how far away, they just saw Gong Moyi's little face and seemed to be very dissatisfied and muttered.

If they heard Gong Moyi's sentence "poor ghost", their jaws would definitely drop, but this Qingyu Town, the immortal master of the Zhou family, should be the richest in this town.

During the whole process of fighting Gong Mo Yi and Zhou Long, Gong Mo Qingyun had always been nervous, he was very scared, afraid that his daughter would be injured and killed.

He wanted to go up to help Gong Mo Yi, but he didn't have the strength to defeat the monk, even if Fang just stepped forward, it would just be a mess for Gong Mo Yi.

He didn't know anything about Gong Moyi's strength, and that bottomless feeling in his heart kept him in a state of unease.

It wasn't until Gong Moyi didn't know how to defeat Zhou Long that he breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he is Gong Moyi's father, one of the people who cares about Gong Moyi the most, Gong Moyi is mentally depressed, and his eyes are much darker than usual, such details are still discovered by him.

The dark and scarred face showed a look of worry, and ran towards the place where Gong Moyi was standing, and the surrounding Wang Yi, Li Yun, Li Laoqi, Wang Xi, and the mother and son who were rescued by Gong Moyi, Mu Yan, and even the middle-aged men in Zhuyu Village, saw Gong Mo Qingyun walking quickly in the direction of Gong Moyi, and they naturally had to follow the footsteps of Gong Mo Qingyun.

And in their eyes, they only saw Gong Mo Yi bending down to take out a red, small object like a bag from Zhou Long who fell to the ground. After glancing at it, the dissatisfied expression on the round little face, as for the muttered "poor ghost", it made them pause and almost stumble to the ground.

As soon as Gong Mo Yi looked up, he saw Gong Mo Qingyun and others who were stabilizing their figures.

The little face was a little puzzled and asked, "Father, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing Gong Mo Yi's little face full of doubts, Gong Mo Qingyun and the others muttered in their hearts at the same time: "Wasn't you who gave you thunder?"

Although he was muttering in his heart, he coughed lightly with some embarrassment on his face, explaining: "I just mixed a stone and almost fell ......"

Gong Mo Yi, a naïve child, really thought it was true and took a look at the ground where Gong Mo Qingyun and the others were standing, where there was still a shadow of half a stone?

And the onlookers in the distance are all unknown, so they have to look at each other, could it be that the little girl has performed some unknown tricks?

If Gong Moyi knew what the onlookers were thinking, they would definitely cry out for wrongdoing.

Gong Mo Qingyun and the others walked in front of Gong Mo Yi, looking at Gong Mo Yi with some worry, Gong Mo Qingyun was the first to speak, with a strong tone of worry and concern: "Xiao Yi, it's not hurt!"

When Gong Moyi heard his father's greeting full of care, a warm current surged in his heart, and a sunny smile bloomed on his little face, looking at his father, he shook his head gently.

I remember my father in my previous life, and when she couldn't build a foundation for a long time and was discouraged, he cared about her, encouraged her, and gave her such a warm feeling. Thinking of his father in his previous life, his somewhat dim eyes were covered with a layer of moisture.

Seeing that Gong Moyi wanted to cry, Gong Mo Qingyun was anxious on his dark and scarred face: "Xiaoyi, you won't be uncomfortable, right?" Are you scared by today's events, don't be afraid, although my father has no ability, but if Xiaoyi is unhappy, tell my father. ”

Seeing that Gong Mo Qingyun looked so concerned, a tear finally condensed in Gong Mo's watery black eyes, slid down his cheeks to his round chin, and then made a "tick" sound, falling to the ground, rolling up the dust on the ground, shaking slightly.

"Like a father in a previous life!" Gong Mo Yi's eyes were a little confused, and he shouted in his heart, hugged Gong Mo Qingyun's thigh, and choked.

There are still a large number of people watching and talking......

Gong Mo Qingyun looked at Gong Mo Yi who was crying on one of his legs, with a trace of peace on his scarred face, smiled slightly, patted Gong Mo Yi on the back with his big hand, and sighed in his heart: "Such a little Yi is my daughter."