The girl jumped up as dexterously as a cat, and in an instant, she silently touched the abnormal place.

Blood slid down his fingertips, staining the silver-white band again.

Between the electric light and stone fire, the cold light flashed.

The thin chain spreads out like a silk thread, and it is hooked fiercely!

"Bang-"

Then a dark shadow fell out of the darkness.

An almost inaudible muffled grunt sounded.

But the main god of the girl froze.

The familiar breath of the soul faintly came.

The thin chain that I wanted to stab suddenly froze.

Her eyes swept away—

The little ball rolled over to him.

Was......

A young boy of about four or five years old, dressed in a tattered coat, struggled to get up from the ground.

In the darkness, a handsome little face carved in pink gradually became clear.

He pursed his lips and got up, took a few steps back, and saluted: "Fellow Daoist." ”

The expression is serious, the tone is cold and reserved, and the posture is even smoother.

In every move, there is a fairy-like ethereal.

It is not difficult to imagine its future glory.

It's just that...... Now, after all, he is still a child.

Not to mention the face that still has a bit of baby fat.

I don't mention the voice that still exudes a faint milk under strong pressure.

Just say......

The tunic on his body.

Pure white as jade, slightly glowing with crystal clear broken light, but also full of vitality.

Obviously, it is not made of the fabric worn by human cultivators, but it seems to be made by demon cultivators with outer skin.

Also, it was clearly not a beautiful gray hair caused by premature aging.

and the special mark on the forehead.

The demon form is externalized, and the breath is weak.

In the eyes of others, it is an embarrassing soft bun image.

Even with a small face and a detached posture that does not match his age, there are only ...... Contrasting cute effect.

There was a dead silence.

The girl did not respond, but with a look of calm and playfulness, she carefully looked at the ball that had not yet reached her waist.

Such a small one......

I don't know how many years it will take......

in order to repay the debt.

sighed worriedly, Yan Yu looked at the person a few more times, suddenly hooked her lips, and said.

"You're cabbage...... Hmm, the white demon? ”

White siad, the ancient name of cabbage.

The girl's chuckle rippled through the dim stone cave, instantly breaking the tense atmosphere.

The little boy who was directly defined as a cabbage lowered his dark eyes slightly, and even bowed his head: "Yes." ”

As he spoke, the gray hair naturally slipped down his cheeks, brushed the mark on his forehead for a moment, and then spread out.

What emerges from the air is a white sap.

The curvature of the corners of Yan Yan's lips deepened a little, and she asked again.

"Little one...... What do you call? How did it get here? ”

"My name is colder." The young "White Demon" raised his eyes and looked at her again with a small face.

“…… This is my cave. ”

"Oh?" Yan Yu blinked.

"So, it's rude for me to trespass into your cave......"

The girl half-crouched down, apologized sincerely, and then ......

Before the little master of the cave could respond, he suddenly reached out and pinched the other party's little tender face.

"My name is Shen Qinyan. Brother Jihan doesn't have to be polite, just call my sister. ”

The "young" lover of his own family can't collect debts.

Well, naturally, it is......

Don't bully white, don't bully.

“……”

Silent.

He seemed to be stunned by this almost flirtatious gesture.

Yue Yuhan looked at the smiling girl in front of him, and after a while, he opened his mouth.

“…… Qinyan ...... Sister. ”

It's still a cold tone.

The voice was much lower than before.

The little ears hidden behind the white hair are quietly red,