The blue sky was like a wash, and a few clouds gradually drifted in.

The more you build, the thicker it gets.

Sanqing's heart was suddenly startled, his little face was raised, he looked at the sky and the change, and then looked at the girl who was covered in hoarfrost.

She sat cross-legged by the pool, her eyes closed. The long sword, which was as clear as water and as white as frost, plunged straight into the earth, showing a protective posture.

"The thunderstorm is coming, you ......" Fu Zhu paused, his voice was faint, and he couldn't hear the meaning of blame, "The movement here will definitely attract the Yu family, you should leave early, don't make trouble again." ”

This time the baby was really unexpected by Fu Zhu.

Although she wanted to reach the Transformation Realm as soon as possible, it didn't mean that she would get married so soon, which was something to be happy about.

was suddenly boosted by the three green seedlings, and I don't know if it's good or bad.

The girl sighed slightly.

Sanqing didn't answer, and quietly stayed not far away.

The five-colored bird seemed to know that the little girl was in a bad mood now, so she hid far away and curled up in the pile of flowers.

Thunder roared.

The entire Jinyu floating island was startled by this thunder sound, and raised its eyes to look into the distance.

A bright woman in purple withdrew her mutton fat jade-like softness, frowned slightly, and had a thin anger on her face.

The maidservants knelt on the ground in unison, genuinely terrified.

The woman's red lips moved, and her words were like beads, but with a hint of coldness, "Go to the mountain." ”

Mo Chuan, who had lost someone, had a terrifying face, and he was about to go back to the house to ask for guilt, when he suddenly heard a thunderous sound and turned around and left.

The woman in light red stepped on the soft sword, thought about it, and finally followed.

As soon as he landed, he saw a purple dress.

Mo Chuan lifted his robe and knelt down, "The subordinates are incompetent, and they have not been able to recover Ruomuguo, please ask the eldest lady to confess!" ”

Fine cold sweat was already breaking out on his forehead, and he lowered his head, and he could only see the delicate embroidered tips under the jade Fuguang purple clothes, adorned with soft pearls.

The woman in light red hurriedly put away her sword and knelt on one knee, "I've seen the eldest lady." ”

Yu Fuguang said nonchalantly, "Get up." ”

The maidservant stretched out a plain oil-paper umbrella and stood respectfully behind Yu Fuguang.

The foot of the mountain is particularly lively, and they are all people of the Yu family.

His eyes couldn't help but fall on the black robe, Master Mo was in charge of the Yuling Camp, and it was the time when he was in the limelight, but in front of so many subordinates, he knelt on the ground, which could be described as a loss of face.

It seems that this feather order is going to change again.

The woman in light red naturally thought of this, her gaze stayed on Mo Chuan's back for a long time, and a light voice came from above her head, "Luo Mei'er, you will take Mo Chuan's place." ”

Luo Mei'er raised her eyes happily, and her tone was not as coquettish as usual, "The subordinates will definitely live up to the expectations of the eldest lady!" ”

Mo Chuan did not have the slightest complaint, raised his hand to untie the black token on his waist, and presented it with both hands.

Yu Fuguang raised his chin slightly, Luo Mei'er understood, stepped forward and took the heavy feather order, and there was a pride that could not be hidden between her eyebrows.

She had been looking forward to this position for so long, and it was finally her turn to take over Yu Ling.

A little snow white fell on the black black iron feather order, and soon turned into a traceless water trace, Luo Mei'er felt strange, looking up at the sky, countless snow white came into view.

She exclaimed, "Why is it snowing all of a sudden?" ”

Heavy snow poured down like a shower.

Yu Fuguang stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, "Mo Chuan, I'll give you another chance to bring back the person who picked the frost spirit fruit." ”

"Life or death." The last four words were bitten extremely hard by Yu Fuguang.

She had been looking forward to Ruomuguo for a hundred years, but it was stolen, which was already very unpleasant. Now that the frost spirit fruit has been picked again, the anger in my heart is really hard to suppress.

Mo Chuan straightened up and replied respectfully, "Yes." ”

The eldest lady is a mutated ice spirit root that is rare in a thousand years, but the spirit root is flawed, and she originally wanted to wait for this frost spirit fruit to ripen, refine it into an elixir, and wash the spirit root, but she didn't expect it to be cheaper for others, no wonder she was so angry.

Ice Spirit Root is rare, and ordinary people don't use Frost Spirit Fruit. There is a magic circle on the mountain, and there are beasts and birds guarding the cultivation of the Yuanying Realm, that is, someone broke in, and the Yu family was able to detect it quickly, but for some reason, it was not discovered until someone picked the frost spirit fruit and caused a thunderstorm.

Mo Chuan's heart turned a thousand times, and he suddenly remembered someone in his mind.

The sword cultivator who rescued the little girl who stole Ruomuguo, she is the Ice Spirit Root!

"Mo Chuan, who do you say is so bold that he dares to break ground on the head of the Yu family?" Luo Meier asked.

If there was a thief who stole the wood fruit, forget it, but unexpectedly, there was another frost picking spirit fruit immediately.

Luo Mei'er had a flash of inspiration, "Could it be that the black-clothed thief did it?" ”

If she really did it, it wouldn't be surprising.

"When I catch the thief, drain all the blood, and then send it to refine the medicine, although the effect is a little worse, it is better than nothing." Luo Meier said to herself.

Mo Chuan hid his thoughts, and didn't listen to the woman's words, Luo Mei'er was slightly annoyed.

Now that the feather order is in her hands, Mo Chuan is just a subordinate, and he is so arrogant, he really doesn't take her seriously.

Luo Mei'er opened her mouth and was about to reprimand, but Mo Chuan suddenly sped up and headed towards the mountain.

Rumble!

A thunderbolt suddenly fell, and the backlog of thunderclouds dispersed.

The man succeeded!

Luo Meier didn't care about Mo Chuan's attitude anymore, and hurriedly chased after him.

Feeling a lot more unfamiliar aura, Sanqing's eyes rolled, strode towards the flowers, pulled out the five-colored bird that pretended to be dead, and muttered something in a whisper.

Fu Zhu probed his body and found that there was nothing unusual, so he picked up Shuang Xueming.

His eyes were slightly condensed, and he glanced at Sanqing, who was still hooking shoulders with the five-colored bird, "Someone is coming around." ”

Sanqing took Fu Zhu's hand and looked her up and down, and breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure she was okay.

A smile appeared on her brow, "Let's go!" ”

The whole mountain was covered with a thick layer of snow, and it was unusually cold, but Sanqing was like no one.

Fu Zhu couldn't help but look at the little girl twice, she touched her face, "What do you see me doing?" ”

"Nothing." The girl shook her head lightly and left from the other side with Sanqing.

When Mo Chuan arrived, he only saw the mess after being struck by the thunderbolt.

"Magpie Huan?" Mo Chuan frowned, looked at the five-colored bird by the pond, and called its name out loud.

The five-colored bird turned its eyes faintly, flapped its wings suddenly, and the bird feathers flew together, like ten thousand arrows.

He hurriedly drew his long sword to block it, and fought with Que Huan.

"What are you doing? What do you do with Quehuan? What about the people who pick the frost spirit fruit? ”

As soon as Luo Meier came up, she saw a person and a bird fighting, and spit out a series of questions.

This Mo Chuan is crazy, isn't it, Que Huan is a Yuanying cultivator, he doesn't want to die?

"Do we want to help Master Mo......" As soon as his subordinates spoke, they were glared back by Luo Mei'er.

"What Lord Mo, he is no longer in charge of the Yuling Camp now, can he save a life!"

Luo Mei'er said without thinking: "Go and chase the person who picks the frost spirit fruit!" ”

As for Mogawa...... Luo Mei'er glanced at the embarrassed man in Xuanyi and smiled softly.

It's good that she didn't stab him again, and she saved him? It's a beautiful idea.

Luo Meier didn't have a nostalgic sword and left.

Quehuan turned his head back and forth, swaying from side to side, as if he wanted to chase Luo Mei'er, but he was worried that Mo Chuan had escaped.