In the room, a single small wooden bed leaned against the corner, a table and two wooden chairs, I don't know what kind of wood, but there was a faint refreshing aroma, which was refreshing.

There were two sets of dishes and chopsticks on the table, as if the people in the room had just left.

The moment Fang Dong and the others entered the house, they were attracted by a hanging painting on the front of the hut.

"It's so beautiful!" Huai Ling clasped his hands together, his big eyes flashing with peach blossoms.

It was a woman who was picking flowers, with a graceful demeanor, a mature charm between her hands and feet, a kind of charm that did not exist in the mortal world in her temperament, and a happy and sweet smile on her face.

Fang Dong's heart was agitated, a strong sense of intimacy ignited in the blood of his body, the jade plate on his chest lit up with a soft warm light, and a drop of blood floated out of the wound on his finger and flew towards the woman in the painting.

The blood beads disappeared directly into the painting, and the woman's halo flowed in the painting, as if the woman would come out of the painting in the next moment.

At this moment, the woman turned into a streamer and flew towards Fang Dong violently, burrowing into Fang Dong's eyebrows.

Fang Dong's body was swirling, and the aura of this space was frantically surging towards Fang Dong, forming a whirlwind-like vortex of aura.

Huai Ling was squeezed out of the wooden house by the aura, and after making sure that Fang Dong was not in danger, she pouted and stomped her foot lightly.

This is an opportunity that belongs to Fang Dong, although Huai Ling is envious, he does not mean to covet it, but is vigilant outside the house in case something happens.

After the aura vortex lasted for nearly two hours, only a thick mist of vitality remained in this space.

Fang Dong's body shook, and he slowly opened his eyes, with tears in the corners of his eyes, and his consciousness seemed to have some kind of connection with this space.

"How did the sister in the painting get into your head?" Huai Ling leaned in front of Fang Dong and blinked curiously, "Scumbag, why are you crying?"

"Oh, it's fine. Fang Dong wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, his eyes were sometimes trance and sometimes firm, "Let's get out of here!"

After speaking, Fang Dong's mind moved, and the surrounding environment became blurred.

The two of them saw a black eye, and appeared directly on the top of the giant tree, and a gust of wind blew, and the giant tree turned into yellow sand.

"What happened?"

"The education scumbag demolished the tree?"

"No, did you do something?"

"The baby must be inside the tree, these two were playing with it just now!"

Everyone surrounded Fang Dong and the two.

"Take out the treasure and let us see?" the old man with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks exuded the momentum of the ninth order.

"We've been waiting all day to let us know what kind of treasure it is, right?" said a woman with hanging eyes.

"Don't think about running away, if your eldest brother comes, this matter will be over, just because you and this kid are still a little bit close!" The man who spoke had blood-colored runes tattooed on his cheeks.

"Xiao Ling'er, don't look at me, with the origin of our two families, I will definitely not deal with you. Shen Worm glanced at the others and said with a bitter face: "But I can't help you either?"

"Hmph, even if you still have a little conscience, just a few of them are not enough!" Huai Ling waved her small fist, and Shen Worm could already help her if she could make a move.

The strength of those three people is not much different from her, with her special ability, she can still fight, even if she is defeated, she can escape.

Huai Ling glanced at Fang Dong and couldn't help frowning, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to take care of Fang Dong after a while, after all, there were so many eighth-order people here.

Fang Dong saw Huai Ling's concern and smiled slightly, "As long as you can hold off these three Ninth Orders, the others don't have to worry." ”

Fang Dong secretly thought in his heart, if he couldn't be good, he would simply take these wandering spirits away! Gu Qingyu's life-sustaining vitality was enough!

Huai Ling's big eyes blinked several times, full of doubts, where did this scumbag get his confidence?

She knew that Fang Dong's strength was at most an eighth-order sixth-order, but the eighth-order wandering spirits here were all eighth-order and above.

"Can you stand us alone?" the old man's arms became thicker, and long brown hair grew, and behind him there was a long black tail, and his head became a gray rat head.

"Stinky mouse, if it weren't for both of them, I would have torn you apart!" Huai Ling said.

"Tsk, little sister's temper has come up, but I don't know how strong it is?" The nails of the hanging eyes woman's hands became black and sharp, and her head turned into a pink skull, and her eyes lit up with flames.

"I just want to know what kind of treasure it is. The man with the blood-colored runes on his face took a few steps back, as if he was concerned about something, and was not going to make a move.

"Bloodstains, what do you mean!" the pink skeleton's voice was as piercing as sawn wood, making it uncomfortable to listen to.

"Hmph, can you keep her?" Bloodstain sneered, he had seen Huai Ling's speed, and he had also seen the strength of Huai Ling's two elder brothers.

Although the three of them are of the same level as Huai Ling, they are just ordinary wandering spirits, and compared to Huai Ling, a divine beast wandering spirit, their strength is still a little worse.

The pink skeleton and the rat head glanced at each other, "You and I will work together to drag this girl and let the others go and arrest that scumbag." ”

Fang Dong almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood,, Lao Tzu is not a scumbag!!

With the withdrawal of Shen Worm and Blood Trace, among the remaining eighth-order wandering spirits, the highest-ranking ones were two eighth-order and ninth-order.

"Scumbag, then I don't care about you!" Huai Ling's arms shook, his whole body was wrapped in white light flames, and his long silver hair swayed lightly without wind.

Father......

Fang Dong covered his face with his hands, he was very helpless in his heart, he had explained to Huai Ling the meaning of 'scumbag' dozens of times in the past few months, but Huai Ling just didn't listen, and said that it was more kind to shout 'scumbag'......

"Hey!" Fang Dong sighed lightly, his mind moved, and Xiao Chu appeared above his head.

"It's a human, hehe!"

"What did I see? Seventh-Order companion spirit, hahaha!"

"You guys tap it, don't shoot him to death, haha!"

......

Those eighth-order wandering spirits laughed heartily, and even began to guess the boxing, whoever won went to Fang Dong to play.

"Damn, why is Lao Tzu always despised, can't you find a low-level opponent?" Xiao Chu said unhappily.

"I'd like to find a few rookie dogs to abuse, is there?" Fang Dong rolled his eyes.

"Forget it, clean up these dogs!" Xiao Chu began to submerge into Fang Dong's head.

Huai Ling had already rushed out, pursed his small mouth, and his pink little fist went straight to the head of the mouse.

The rat's head was round, and the gray shadow dodged Huai Ling's punch, and before he could turn around, Huai Ling rushed over again.

Seeing this, the pink skeleton swung its claws at Huai Ling in the air, and several black blades flew out.

Huai Ling smashed the black blade with a punch and continued to pursue the rat head.

"I'm so damn, why are you chasing after me!" the mouse head couldn't help but complain.

"Rats crossing the street, you have to fight and beat!" Huai Ling did not relent.

From the very beginning, the rhythm of the battle was here in Huai Ling, and her idea was very simple, just staring at a beating, even if she was injured, she had to hit one harder first.

Huai Ling's strength is already stronger than the rat head and the pink skeleton, and when she finishes cleaning up this one first, the pink skeleton can't run away.

The reason why she chose the rat head first was purely because she hated mice.

Fang Dong couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he saw Huai Ling's battle, this straight and straight away, a tough steel guy alive.

"Haha, I won, that scumbag, come and play with your uncle for a while!" An eighth-order seventh-level wandering spirit laughed and beckoned to Fang Dong.

Scumbag?

Playing with the uncle???

The corners of Fang Dong's mouth twitched, 'Leng An' appeared in his hand, the corners of his eyebrows raised, and he said with a playful smile, "Lao Tzu will play with you!"