"What's wrong?" Nighttwilight asked.

"There is a sect here called the Holy Child Sect, the people in the sect specialize in collecting children, before our town was still populous, very lively, but since the Holy Child was stationed here, many children in the family have disappeared, and over time, many people have secretly run away, and there are few people in the town." The shopkeeper hurriedly explained, looking at the two well-behaved and cute children beside Ye Duhan, he was a little worried.

"It's okay, the master is not afraid!" The fried chicken lotus wave his arms, put his hands on his waist, and raised his head proudly.

"Ouch, little boy, there was news that the Holy Infant Sect was catching children to eat them!" The shopkeeper squatted down, touched the head of the fried chicken, and whispered advice.

"Cut! Those people are no match for me at all! "The fried chicken still doesn't care. It's like rushing out, and the little fox is about to pull it by his hand.

"Thank you, shopkeeper, for informing." After Twilight Han finished speaking, the fried chicken thought that Twilight Han would not let him go out to play, but Twilight Han walked to his side, took the little fox in one hand and picked him up in the other, and walked out.

"Master?" The little fox silently followed behind Twilight, but this swagger brought unnecessary trouble to the master, although he also wanted to go out and play, and wanted to change back into the form of a beast when he thought about it.

"It's okay." Nighttwilight sensed the little fox's thoughts and turned back to comfort her. Fried Chicken was very excited to see the novelty on the street vendors. Struggling to come down, Night Dusk had no choice but to put it down, and as soon as the fried chicken landed, he stepped up and rushed over with his little short legs, and the little fox hurriedly followed when he saw this.

Fried chicken looks like it has never seen the world, anything on the vendor can arouse its interest, dazzling, lingering, after a while, the hands are full, and if you can't take it, you will stuff it into the Qiankun bag, and the small treasury that has accumulated for a long time has been emptied, and you don't forget to bring a copy to the night twilight and your little friends when you buy it, and you have a lot of fun playing with the little fox. Twilight Han followed closely behind, because of the power of the contract, he could sense each other, and the fried chicken and the little fox were also good at cultivation, and Twilight Han was very relieved.

"Here comes the Saint Child! Hide, everyone! I don't know who shouted, the pedestrians and vendors on the street are like frightened birds, rolling up their things, leaving in a hurry, and even more so they don't even want the things on the stalls, the crowd is chaotic, the fried chicken and the little fox hold hands tightly, dodging the flow of fleeing people, but they don't know that they are getting away from the night and cold. On the other side, the little boy playing in the street was surrounded by the sudden flow of people, and the man on the side of the road struggled to stand up and rescue the little boy, but he couldn't stand up with all his might, and could only watch the little boy being taken away.

In a moment, the streets were filled with only the cold of the night and the men still trying to get up, and even the other refugees were hiding. Night Twilight Han hurriedly used the power of the contract to perceive the fried chicken and the little fox, but he could only faintly feel one direction, but he couldn't contact the two.

"Erha, let's go find them!" Night Twilight Han summoned Erha, sat on Erha's body, the golden wings slowly stretched, the snow-white hair flew all over his body, the forearms were slightly bent, one jumped, the wings waved, and turned into a lightning bolt in his mouth and disappeared in an instant.

"Full! Filled! Looks! Don't sleep with fried chicken, oops! Ugly chicken, hurry up! The little fox called out to the fried chicken who was sleeping darkly, but the saliva at the corner of the fried chicken's mouth flowed, no matter how the little fox pulled it, it didn't move like a mountain, like a fossil.

"Give me ten more big chicken legs!" The fried chicken wings stretched out their arms and muttered to the sky. The angry little fox was about to blow up, revealing its sharp little fox teeth, and bit down on the little hand of the fried chicken.