(xix)

Just when An Qianqian was self-righteous, Jiugong had already arrived at the place where the Demon Realm and the Snake Realm were boundary. Float in the sky and look for a mountain stream!

An Qianqian sat in her sleeve, thinking about her own thoughts, and she didn't care where Xiao Jiu Ge took her. Because, she understands that in this demon world, she has no right to speak. Even if it is said, no one will listen. It's better to shut up. Besides, now, Xiao Jiu Ge has cast magic on himself, and if he wants to speak, it is simply impossible. In the past, I didn't understand why those people abroad marched at every turn and wanted to be free. It turns out that freedom is such an important thing! Unfortunately, I don't know it until now. It's too late!

Just when Jiugong was floating in the air, looking for a mountain stream with all his body and mind, An Qianqian suddenly felt that something was wrong with his body. It's like a thread is drilled from under your feet, it's not a thread, it's a needle? It's not like it, if it's a needle drilled into the body, it should be very painful! It's not pain, it's not itchy, it's sore, it's a very uncomfortable feeling. Gradually, this feeling of being like a thread and a needle began to "wander" horizontally in his body. After a while, An Qianqian felt that his body was like being cut into diced radish, and he felt that he was "broken" and crushed into diced meat. However, the tendons are still connected, saying that they are "scattered", but not yet, saying that they are not scattered, it seems that they can't get one.

She was so frightened by this feeling that she didn't know what was wrong with her? She wanted to ask, but who to ask? Who could tell herself? More importantly, there was no one to ask.

Just when An Qianqian was afraid and worried that she couldn't help herself, her body began to change again. She felt that the flesh on her body was falling from her bones one by one, although there was no pain, but she could feel the terrifying scene of blurred flesh and blood. Her dices of flesh fell and fell, and suddenly, as if they had a spring on them, they all bounced back into her body.

In this whole process, An Qianqian himself seems to have experienced it himself, and he seems to be an audience on the side. It feels, but it doesn't matter. It's as if some people are dreaming, and it feels like they are dreaming about their own business, and it seems that they are looking at others.

When the meat returned to her body again, An Qianqian was no longer the same as before, and her head began to ache again, the kind of heart-rending pain she had experienced before. The pain of being separated. The pain was so painful that she was covered in sweat and blood. Her body parted one moment, closed again, pulled apart, crumpled again, and so on and so on, that she fainted from pain and fright.

Jiugong has been looking for the location of the mountain stream in the air, and after looking for a long time, he has not found any clues. Maybe Jiugong was too focused on looking for the mountain stream, and he didn't notice the little woman in his sleeve at all, and it was impossible to know that this little woman had gone through so much tribulation. He searched several times, but found no trace of the mountain stream, so he had no choice but to return to the stone room first and send An Qianqian back. Then, contact Kuang Shi again and see the results of his there! According to his own understanding of the Demon Realm, there should be very few people who know about mountain streams. It was the forbidden land of the entire Demon Realm. However, it is strange to say, how could this little woman from the human world know about the mountain stream that is listed as a forbidden place in the demon world? Jiugong was also puzzled.

Jiugong placed An Qianqian next to the stone statue, and was just about to unravel the magic for her, only to find that the little woman was in a coma, and it seemed that she had just experienced a fight, and her whole body was soaked with sweat, and her hair was dreadlocked.

What's wrong with this little woman? Didn't she let me cast my magic? How could this happen? She was in my sleeve all the time, not leaving an inch, what's going on? Could it be that my magic doesn't work for her? No, if magic didn't work for her, she wouldn't have been silent just now! She wouldn't have been so honest in her sleeve. Alas, I shouldn't have paid attention to her in the first place, and when I first found her, I would have handed her over to the Witch Division, and I wouldn't have worried about her every day. Hui Niang! Hui Niang, it's all because of you! Just because this girl looks too much like you, I was moved by compassion for a while, so I left her in my stone room, and now it seems that I really don't know if it's right or wrong at the beginning!

While thinking about his thoughts, Jiu Gong waved his hand to relieve An Qianqian who was leaning on the stone statue of his magic. After a while, An Qianqian woke up from his coma.

"Is this the soul plane?" asked An Qianqian with the first sentence he said when he woke up.

"How do you know the soul time and space?" Jiu Gong was startled when he heard An Qianqian's words, and hurriedly asked.

"Didn't you say you were going to the soul plane to see your fourth aunt?" replied with a sense of confidence.

"But, how do you know? You're clear—" The unspoken words of the Nine Princes were: You have obviously been enchanted by me.

"Didn't you take me out today?" I heard what you said to that Shi'er!" An Qianqian said bluntly. I said in my heart: No wonder you are more than a thousand years old, you are really old, and you are so forgetful. It only took a while for me to forget.

"What did you say? did you hear it yourself?" asked Jiugong in surprise. I thought to myself, "How is that possible?" I have already cast a spell on her, and she should not be able to see or hear her, but she has just said clearly: "I heard it!" What is going on? Could it be that my magic is not working?

"Yes, when are we going to the soul plane?" asked An Qianqian longingly.

"I mean: I went to the soul plane with Shi'er, and it has nothing to do with you. After all, Jiugong is Jiugong, he forcibly suppressed the question in his heart and answered An Qianqian calmly. He knew in his heart: Such a little human woman, in the demon world, is like a small fly, and she will definitely not be able to make much waves. Do the important things first, and then deal with her later.

"But, as you said, take me with you at all times!" muttered to Ann Qianqian.

"I said it, but, you're a human being, and it's impossible for you to go to the soul plane!" replied Jiugong in the affirmative.

"If you can go, why can't I go?" said An Qianqian unwillingly. But in my heart, I said, "I still want to go to the soul plane to find my grandmother!"

"You and I are not the same. Stay honest in the afternoon. "I don't know why, Jiugong is really a little worried about this little woman now. Because, recently, she has a lot of behaviors and mannerisms that make him puzzled.

"Why is it different?" An Qianqian regretted after asking. The heart said, "Am I not saying stupid things?" If I can be the same as him, am I still human? Then I can't go home!

"We're floating to the soul space, it's floating, do you know?" Jiu Gong was a little angry. He himself didn't know where this anger came from. In short, he just wasn't happy.

"Floating?"

"Yes, Drift. Can you?" asked Jiu Gong again as he took a step forward.

"I, no. An Qianqian replied quietly and timidly.

"Just know that you can't, just stay here honestly!" Jiu Gong finished speaking, turned around and was about to disappear, but he hesitated again, turned around, waved his hand again, and cast a spell on An Qianqian again. This behavior of his was not what he wanted to do in his heart, but subconsciously, and he did it. As for why? Maybe even he himself can't explain it.