After getting into the carriage, Aunt Zhao carefully took out the kettle from her baggage and handed it to me.

I was silent, and I didn't accept her kindness.

Aunt Zhao directly stuffed the kettle into my hand.

"Still so stubborn?" She looked at me with a complicated look in her eyes.

"Are you from Meng Zhuang?" I stared at Aunt Zhao, and from what she called me, and from this attitude, I thought that she should be from Meng Zhuang.

"Young master, what do you remember?" Aunt Zhao was excited at first, but soon, she shook her head with a wry smile: "How is it possible?" ”

"Are you really from Meng Zhuang?" I asked.

"I was originally a Yin person who went out of Mengzhuang, and when I left Mengzhuang, you were still young, young master." Aunt Zhao said, and said with a smile: "However, when I saw you again, the old slave still recognized you at a glance, between the eyebrows and eyes, it hasn't changed at all, but it's not as white as before, and the eyes are also?" ”

"What are you doing with her? She can't remember it either. Outside the carriage, there was a sound of watching, interrupting Aunt Zhao's words.

Aunt Zhao's expression was gloomy, and she didn't say anything more, but unscrewed the kettle for me.

"Young master, drink." She whispered to me.

I picked up the kettle and took a sip of water.

The water was still warm, and there was a hint of sweetness when drinking, as if it had been soaked in some kind of medicinal herb.

"Don't worry, it's good for your body, if it goes on like this, your body will be in deficit." After Aunt Zhao finished speaking, she lowered her eyes and looked at my abdomen.

There was a melancholy look in his eyes.

"Twins, right?" She just looked at it for a moment, and then asked.

I nodded and put the kettle down.

She immediately screwed the spout of the pot screwed on, and then handed me a soup woman.

"No need, I'm hot, I don't need this thing." I said no.

Aunt Zhao also specially touched my hand and found that my palm was indeed hot, so she received the soup woman to the side.

"Aunt Zhao, who instructed you to do this?" I looked at Aunt Zhao, eager to know.

"No one commanded it, the old slave just wanted to save the young master." When Aunt Zhao said this, her eyes were sincere.

"Is she, too?" I glanced in the direction outside the carriage.

Thinking about it, Aunt Zhao and Na Jian are accomplices, is it possible, this Jian Dao also wants to save me?

"She?" Aunt Zhao couldn't help but sneer: "She's scared." ”

"Scared?" I don't understand what Aunt Zhao means by this.

"When Mengzhuang was slaughtered and the young master was killed, some yin things took advantage of the void and took the things of the young master." Aunt Zhao's voice was extremely gloomy.

"Took my stuff?" I frowned, not knowing what Aunt Zhao was referring to.

"You yin! What are you talking nonsense again? If you dare to talk nonsense again, don't go the same way! Outside the carriage, there was again the voice of the man with an angry look.

Aunt Zhao said coldly: "If you don't want to go the same way, you can go!" ”

"Don't annoy me, you old thing, or now?" Before he could finish his words, he suddenly fell silent.

Aunt Zhao immediately lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked out.

"Husband?" I saw a tall man in a navy blue robe standing in front of the carriage.

He is none other than Beilin who went to the North for me to find the Yuan Fruit. Qishu.com

His clothes were torn in many places, his sleeves were still bloodstained, and his hair was a little messy, as if he had experienced a bitter battle.

"You, who captured my wife?" Beilin looked at Aunt Zhao with a cold face.

"Fallen God? I haven't seen him for many years, but I don't have the style of the year. "Aunt Zhao is not afraid of Beilin at all, and there is a strong hostility in her eyes when she looks at Beilin.

Beilin's hand spread out slightly, and the red fan instantly appeared.

"Lord Shenjun, I advise you not to be impulsive, Little Dragon King, it is still in our hands, don't hurt the harmony." The sound of the pack came out of the horse's mouth at once.

Beilin directly waved the red fan, and a stream of black gas on the horse's body was bounced away and fell to the tree on one side.

"Hand it over, otherwise, this Divine Monarch will kill you now!" Beilin scolded coldly.

"Lord Shenjun, you go back first, and when we do good things, whether it is your wife or the little dragon king, we will send you back without any mistakes, what do you think?" This look slowed down a little in tone, and discussed it with Beilin.

Beilin's complexion changed suddenly, and with a twist of his hands, the red fan in his hand flew in the direction of the pan, only to hear a loud "click", and several trees fell down.

The man let out a wail and immediately said, "Lord Shenjun, don't embarrass me! Otherwise, I'll be forced to be in a hurry, and I'm going to break the net with you! ”

The man also hardened, and his words were full of threats.

"Fish dead and broken? Then you will die first! With that, he walked towards the pack.

"Husband!" I hurriedly stopped the North Forest.

He turned his head back to look at me.

"Husband, come here." I motioned for Stygian to come to my side.

Stygian Beilin immediately stepped forward and walked towards the carriage.

"Xuan Ling is still in their hands, and if they kill the people, they can't find out the people behind them, and I'm afraid that Xuan Ling will be more dangerous when the time comes." I opened my mouth to persuade the North Forest.

Beilin looked sideways and looked at the pack again.

"Where are you going to take my wife?" His tone is still not good.

"Go to the Divine Mountain, look for the Xuanxu Mirror, and see, what happened back then, who slaughtered Meng Zhuang!" When Aunt Zhao said this, she seemed to deliberately raise her voice.

Beilin was stunned, and said coldly: "Don't go!" ”

"Why? Are you afraid? Afraid of showing your feet? The smile on the corner of Aunt Zhao's mouth became extremely thick.

"Ma'am, we're not going." He just looked me in the eye and then reached out to help me out of the carriage.

"Husband, Xuan Ling?" I'm worried about Xuanling.

"I will let them be obedient and tell Xuan Ling's whereabouts." After saying that, Beilin suddenly raised his hand, and a red breath gushed out from his palm.

Immediately after, I heard a terrible scream.

Turning sideways, I saw that behind him, less than five steps away from him, the pack was entangled in a red aura.

"If you don't hand over Xuan Ling, then you will kill them." Beilin's tone was gloomy and cold, and a pair of different pupils revealed a thick murderous aura.

"You can't kill anymore." I hurriedly opened my mouth to remind the Stygian Beilin.

"They're not people! It's feminine! After Beilin finished speaking, he started to "extort a confession".

I saw him, turned around, and looked at the pack, and the pack was swallowed by the breath.

"Do you know, what is the technique of dissolving yin?" Beilin looked at Jian Dao and asked coldly.

"You, you, if you dare to use such evil magic, then you yourself will definitely be counterattacked!" When he heard the spell, his face changed suddenly.

"This Divine Monarch, I will give you a chance one last time, either hand over Xuan Ling, or, go to hell!" Beilin's tone was unquestionable, and he was completely panicked.