"Save people first!" In order to hide his weakness, Ji Fengyan hurriedly squatted down and helped the child up.

As a result, this support made Monsoon Smoke dumbfounded.

It was a beautiful little boy, even if his face was stained with dust, but it could not hide his exquisite features, the already white face, which was even more pale because of excessive blood loss, and the frowning brow in his sleep revealed his pain at this moment.

Ji Fengyan has seen a lot of good-looking little Zhengtai in his previous life, but he has never seen such a good-looking one, compared with this kid, the little fresh meat in his previous life was instantly crushed into slag, just the appearance of this kid, if he grows up, he must be a demon who has fallen into the city and the country, and brought disaster to the country and the people!

Monsoon Smoke is dedicated to cultivating immortals, and his favorite thing on weekdays is what looks particularly fairy, whether it is a thing or a person...... The little ghost in front of him really hit the heart of the monsoon smoke fairy.

I'm afraid that the boy of the fairy family will look like this at most.

"Well, take the man in the carriage first, and when he enters the city, he will be treated." Monsoon Smoke came back to his senses and immediately spoke.

The guards now obeyed Monsoon Smoke's words, and without the slightest hesitation, they directly carried the unconscious imp into the carriage.

Ji Fengyan followed into the carriage, looking at the sleepy little guy, her eyes were more or less empty, she suddenly remembered that she had traveled here, and she didn't know that the space soul jade left to her by the master was still there, she subconsciously closed her eyes and explored in the depths of her soul, and found that the space soul jade bound to her soul was still in her soul, which made Ji Fengyan happy.

The spatial soul jade is a kind of space reserve for immortal cultivators, which can place anything, but in the era of scarcity of immortal cultivators in the twenty-fourth century, the number of this kind of spatial soul jade is also very small, and the one in Ji Fengyan's hand is still passed down from her ancestor's generation, and there are a lot of good things stored in it.

Monsoon Smoke immediately looked for an elixir that could sustain his life in the space soul jade, this kid was hit by five thunders, and the ghost knows if the healer of this world can be saved!

Just when Ji Fengyan closed his eyes and explored the space soul jade, he didn't notice that the little boy lying on the side slowly opened his eyes, his expression was still painful, his eyes were slightly squinted, and his delicate face was printed in his eyes, his brows suddenly wrinkled, and a touch of yin owl that did not match his age flashed from under his eyes, but in the next second, he fell into a coma again......

And all this, Monsoon Smoke did not notice at all.

Jicheng, located in the eastern border of the Leiyan Empire, built by the mountains, surrounded by water, the scenery is pleasant, Jicheng can only be regarded as a remote small city in the Leiyan Empire, its scale is not much larger than the village, and because there is only one road to the city, so that the economy of Jicheng has been backward, the number of people in the city is not much, although there are many mountains around Jicheng, but the resources are not rich, the only production is only the rare ore, but the annual output is extremely limited, not enough to attract a large number of caravans.

The carriage of Monsoon Smoke slowly came to the outside of Jicheng City, and the strong man led by him raised his eyes and looked at the gate of Jicheng close at hand, outside the city gate, there were only two guards with a lazy appearance sitting on the ground against the wall, and there was no appearance of a soldier at all.