The elder of the material warehouse walked farther and farther, and he had no intention of stopping.

The little white tiger was about to cry, "Is there a mistake, so stingy, just kidding." ”

Elder Liuku returned to the Alchemy Pavilion before he felt a little regretful.

That little white tiger was not an ordinary spirit animal, and he didn't know what he had experienced.

It should have been hidden in the hosta for a while, and the painting kite has no cultivation, so it may have to rely on this spirit beast.

In case, that hosta is picked up by someone else......

The Elder of the Warehouse flew up on tiptoe and returned the way he came.

I was really worried about what I was worried about, and I was really guessed by the elder of the library, and the hosta was picked up by a sweeping girl.

Her name is Ah Zhu, and she has been in Yunwu Mountain for seven years, and she has been doing miscellaneous work in the Refining Pavilion.

Back at the Refining Pavilion, she counted her weapons and closed the door as usual, said hello to the disciples who were keeping vigil, and went back to the house.

In front of the bronze mirror, Ah Zhu took out the hosta that he picked up in the evening from his sleeve cage and put it on his hair in front of the bronze mirror, "It's so beautiful." "She had never seen such a beautiful hosta.

The little white tiger hidden in the hosta glanced at the bronze mirror with disdain in his heart.

A greedy waste, even daring to decorate with Lord Ben.

The hosta suddenly burst out of Ah Zhu's bun, and when it reached the paper window, it turned around and hit her forehead straight.

A warm liquid slid down the corners of her eyes and down her cheeks, a dull ache that made her want to cry.

With a "dang chang", the hosta fell to the ground and did not break.

Ah Zhu didn't bother to pick up the hosta, staring at the wound on his forehead in front of the bronze mirror.

"My head is bleeding." Covering her forehead, she turned around and rummaged through the glove cabinet for hemostatic medicine.

The hosta on the ground moved, and Ah Zhu suddenly felt a little dizzy and a little messy in his steps, and then leaned back and fell to the ground.

"Eyeless things, Ben-sama is something you can touch?" I wanted to fly back to find the painting kite, but I didn't want to be stepped on by this girl, and finally pinched it in my hand.

Hidden in this hosta for nearly a thousand years, it has long been integrated with the hosta, and this woman is simply looking for death.

"Tigress, you're here."

A strong wind blew open the door, and the first thing Elder Kuku saw was a girl lying in a pool of blood as soon as he entered.

"Isn't she the girl of the Refining Pavilion, why did she shed so much blood."

"Lord Ben did it." The hosta on the ground jumped up and down, jumped up and fell to the ground, "Damn, the cultivation is gone again." "Didn't you just rectify that greedy girl just now, and the cultivation was zero.

"You?" The Elder of the Warehouse was about to taunt the little white tiger when suddenly footsteps sounded outside the door.

"Azhu, look what my sister has brought you."

The elder of the material warehouse unhurriedly bent down to pick up the hosta, and one of them disappeared.

"Hey, where are we going?"

The elder of the material warehouse raised his eyebrows and said, "Take you back to the Alchemy Pavilion to find the painting kite." ”

"Okay, thank you."

The elder of the material warehouse landed behind an immortal mountain, he spread out his palms, looked at the hosta and asked, "Little White Tiger, you shouldn't kill that girl." ”

"What are you worried about, isn't there a female disciple who came to her, she can't die."

Elder Warehouse frowned, "You, you don't care about life too much. "The doctor is benevolent, he was born with a compassionate heart, so he chooses to deal with medicine.

"Immortals and mortals have some problems, whether serious or light, don't you see the greedy appearance of the girl just now, how obstructive it is."

The elder of the material warehouse said lightly: "Everyone will make mistakes, and these small mistakes will not lead to death." ”