"Or else?"

"Okay, forget it."

Qin Woe dispelled his thoughts, and the corners of his lips curled.

Then I can't rush for the time being.

Besides, Mo Jin, she has another task.

"Hiss-" Qin Woe frowned suddenly, looked at his suddenly stabbing shoulder suspiciously, and then was stunned.

On the white disciple's uniform, the shoulders were pitch black.

In an instant, her face changed.

[Huh! What's going on!? 】

[Host, you're poisoned!] 】

Qin Woe immediately stood up, feeling that his shoulders were heavier, and a slight stinging pain was accompanied by an incomparably itchy itch.

Almost instantly, she remembered the time when the skinny monster uncle slapped her on the shoulder.

"Wow."

"The one that Zhumen Laowa shot before, right? That guy has a black heart, and he is good at drugs and schemes, so he guess what kind of strange poison is this. The little phoenix snorted and chirped: "Generally, true qi can't be dissolved, so even if the people in the other doors are stronger than him, they don't dare to provoke him easily." ”

Qin Tribulation stared at his shoulder, grinding his teeth.

"Looking at it like this, I'm afraid it's going to itch at least for a night." Little Phoenix gloated.

Qin Woe's little face was all pulled together, staring at the wound on his shoulder, and suddenly his eyes turned and suddenly lit up.

She threw her head back and shouted abruptly.

"Master!"

"What?" The little phoenix paused.

Qin Disaster stepped out, walked out, pushed open the door of the bamboo house, and shouted upward.

"Master!"

"Master!"

She seemed to be not worried, but happy.

It's as if you're going to use the topic to play and do something bad.

The little phoenix was immediately frightened and silent, not knowing what she wanted to do, but the soft voice howled and called like that.

It's always heart-wrenching!

……

On the top of the mountain, the icy man opened his eyes, as if he heard the sound so faint that it seemed inaudible.

He lowered his eyes and frowned slightly.

The voice......

At the foot of the mountain?

In the snowstorm, the man pursed his lower lip slightly.

With a flash of sword light, he stepped on the sword and slowly flew towards the foot of the mountain.

In the wind and snow, he got closer and closer to the bamboo hut at the foot of the mountain, and the frost around him was even worse.

The house is hers.

The people who will appear in this room will only be ......

"Master~"

"Master......"

"Master!"

One after another, Mo Jin paused for half a minute.

Then he raised his hand and closed his five fingers slightly.

In an instant, an invisible cover enveloped the entire bamboo house.

He pursed his thin lips and stepped in—

Swish!

The long sword at his feet was the first to attack!

The girl in the white-clothed disciple's uniform curled up at the door, climbing the edge of the door, and the moment she raised her little face.

The long sword, the size of her palm, stopped in front of her door.

One inch further and you'll be able to kill her!

And, Jian Feng raised his hair, revealing a weak white little face, his round eyes were wet, and he looked at him helplessly and blankly.

"Master?" Her soft little voice is not the voice of Zuo Yao, but it is also ...... Something familiar.

Mo Jin frowned and stared at the little girl in front of her, a baby face with tender flesh, but cute and beautiful.

There is no evil at all, and Chunliang innocently wants to ask someone to pinch her little face.

Staring at this strange but white and lovely little face, the tears in her eyes were shaking.

In an instant, the tense breath around him eased.

"Kids?" Mo Jin's voice is clear, like a mountain stream spring water, pleasant and refreshing.

"Hmmm! Master! Qin Wo nodded his little head, and stretched out his little paw towards him with teary eyes: "Master save me...... Woooooooo ”

The child was still holding on to the door, but his body was shaking.

In the next second, he was about to plant forward—about to crash into the sword.

Swish!

The long sword was immediately withdrawn, and Mo Jin stepped in, stretching out his hand.

Boom.

The child's small soft body just fell into his arms, as light as a feather.

His hands shook, and his heart softened inexplicably.

He looked down at the child he had caught.

Dressed in white, soft and white, with tears on his reddish eyes, like a poor bald chick.