When Wuchen found out that Huang Qing was the ginseng grass reincarnated from Lingshan, he felt that he had a great responsibility.

His face couldn't help but become solemn.

Huang Qing didn't know the reason, listening to Wuchen's vow to protect him, he couldn't help but be moved, looking at Wuchen's serious expression, it seemed that he cared more about Huang Qing than Huang Qing's mother, Mrs. Huang, a warm current rose from Huang Qing's heart, and Huang Qing's eyes almost moistened.

"Sister Wuchen, really, am I really that important in your heart, is it that you will never leave me in the future." Huang Qing stared at Wuchen with ink-black eyes, and asked affectionately.

Huang Qing's eyes were full of confusion, what do you want to think, this kid!

No——, if the demon old dao who sealed the seal saw through Huang Qing's identity and arrested Huang Qing to eat it, not only Huang Qing was more than lucky, but the demon's skill increased greatly and rushed out of the seal, which would be a catastrophe in the Three Realms.

Huang Qing must be sent back as soon as possible, and concentrate on cultivation, so as not to mess up his mind, so as not to cause extraneous branches.

Wuchen was sure of his heart, and beckoned to Huang Qing and said, "Brother Huang Qing, come here, I have something for you." ”

Huang Qing saw Wuchen beckoning to him, and felt that after Wuchen woke up, he seemed to be a different person, becoming preoccupied, and he cared about him very much, as if Huang Qing would have an accident at any time.

What's wrong with Wuchen, am I really that important in her heart?

Huang Qing was happy and worried, happy that Wuchen valued him so much, and worried that Huang Qing thought of Wuchen's identity, Wuchen was a Buddhist cultivator, and she couldn't marry mortals.

It would be nice if Wuchen was an ordinary person, in a few years, when Wuchen grows up, Huang Qing can marry Wuchen as his wife.

Or, let the dust be vulgar.

Huang Qing thought wildly and mechanically walked to Wuchen's side.

What do you think about this kid, Huang Qing is a mortal, if he is emotional, it will be a bad thing.

Wuchen had insight into Huang Qing's thinking, and although he was young, there was also a ripple in his heart.

But this feeling only flashed in Wuchen's heart, and he was immediately pressed down by the meditation of Wuchen's long-term practice.

Nope——,

Nope——,

We must make Huang Qing forget her, forget everything that happened, and let Huang Qing return to his circle of life and live the life of an ordinary person.

As long as nothing happens, the merits will be completed at that time, and Huang Qing will be brought back to Lingshan.

At that time, didn't they all become immortals, mortal life, old age, sickness and death, there were many demons, and people's hearts were unpredictable, what was there to be nostalgic for.

Wuchen thought about this, and instantly calmed down like water, took Huang Qing's hand, and asked Huang Qing to close his eyes and sit down.

Wuchen said, "Brother Huang Qing, I will put a protective net on you, so that demons and monsters will not be able to get close to you, you must be more careful in the future and try not to go to the desolate land as much as possible." ”

Wuchen said as he sat down behind Huang Qing, Wuchen drew a circle on Huang Qing's back, and pressed his palm against Huang Qing's back.

Huang Qing only felt a slight stinging pain in his back, and a rosy red lotus flower flew out of the dustless palm and embedded it in Huang Qing's back.

"Sister Wuchen, what are you doing, what have you painted on my back." Huang Qing only felt a burst of warmth coming from his back, and his whole body was full of energy, Huang Qing didn't know what Wuchen had drawn behind his back, and hurriedly asked.

"Well, it's the lotus that protects you, don't speak, close your eyes, and sleep." Wuchen snorted, gently coaxed Huang Qing, and let Huang Qing close his eyes and sleep.

Then Wuchen moved his hand to the back of Huang Qing's head, silently reciting the Forgetfulness Sutra, only to see a piece of golden light flashing, and a big forgotten word was pushed into Huang Qing's brain by Wuchen.

Huang Qing only felt sleepiness coming, and fell asleep in Wuchen's arms.

"Dustless, you're awake." Huang Qing had just fallen asleep, and a crisp child's voice sounded in the room, and then the white light flashed, and the fairy child appeared next to Wuchen.

"Wuchen, what did you do to Huang Qing." The fairy child was surprised to see Huang Qing who was sleeping in Wuchen's arms, and asked in surprise.