"Immortal envoy?" Shen Da saw that Song Yihe had not spoken, thinking that she was dissatisfied with the environment here, and was worried in his heart.

This place is indeed the most tranquil place, the residence of the first high priest ten thousand years ago, it has a special meaning for the entire continent, except for the necessary cleaning, almost no one will come here to disturb,

Even if you want to find trouble with the divine envoy, you must weigh it first when you do it here.

It's just that it looks a little tattered and old.

Song Yihe came back to his senses: "It's good here." After speaking, she asked ambiguously: "You eat that um-hmm, is it to slow down the erosion of turbidity?" ”

Shen Da reacted for a while, and then realized that she was talking about dragon meat.

He thought that the immortal envoy had guarded the Dragon Domain for generations, and he must have been disgusted when he saw that scene.

Hurriedly complained: "We are also desperate, we have been racing against death since birth, if we are not talented enough in cultivation halfway, we can only watch ourselves being eroded by turbidity and die without a complete body, not to mention the contract of death and life...... We don't really want to eat dragon meat, not to mention that this divine dragon was already dying when it arrived on the mainland, and it had not suffered any abuse during its lifetime. ”

Song Yihe did not express his position.

People have selfish desires, and he has chosen himself cleanly now, but because the dragon corpse can't completely solve their problems, and he still needs to rely on Song Yihe, so he speculates about Song Yihe's preferences and pleases him.

What if they knew that the dragon essence and blood they had in their hearts were right in front of them?

Song Yihe didn't dare to think about what she would suffer, she was more willing to believe in the evil of human nature than gambling on the goodness of human nature.

People from every continent are no exception.

Shenda agreed with them to come back tomorrow to look for them, so he hurried to the other brothers to talk about things.

In the whole space, only Gu Changzhou and Song Yihe were left.

They stood and sat with their backs to each other, and the atmosphere that had become somewhat intimate some time ago suddenly returned to its original shape, even more stagnant than when they first met.

After a while, Song Yihe got up and decided to go out to investigate.

Since I'm here, I can't say that I want to find out some news here.

Gu Changzhou heard the sound and was about to step forward to follow.

I heard the girl's cold voice: "Izugong, don't come." ”

Gu Changzhou obediently stopped moving.

Song Yihe's voice is the same as her very deceptive appearance, it is sweet and crisp, when she is in a good mood, her voice is like sweet sugar water, and when she is in a bad mood, it is like this, her timbre is low, a little dumb, and the end note is annoyed.

Although the content was perfunctory, Gu Changzhou still remembered it for a long time.

When he came back to his senses, there was still a girl in front of him.

Long Yinjian looked like he couldn't hold up the wall with mud: "If you don't go, you really won't go?" You have legs on her?! ”

Gu Changzhou hurriedly caught up.

This seems to be an outlying area, and there is no living creature to be seen except for the feather flowers.

Song Yihe walked for a long time before he saw a row of low houses.

At a glance, only one opened the door, and there was a rickety old woman sitting in the courtyard.

- Maybe it's not the old woman, she may still be very young in this era of turbidity.

In short, Song Yihe walked over and knocked on the door.

When the mother-in-law heard the sound, she turned around, and both of her eyes had been corroded, and blood was constantly flowing downward, so she could only wear a face towel, which was soaked and soaked, and then replaced it with another one.

Song Yihe's footsteps paused as he walked in.

This mother-in-law is blind, and gesturing is definitely not good.

Fortunately, she was the only one here, and after thinking for a while, Song Yihe lowered her voice and asked, "May I ask how to get to the City Lord's Mansion?" ”

At this time, a loud cry came from her mother-in-law's arms, and Song Yihe's attention was withdrawn from the two terrifying blood holes.

It turned out that this man was hunched because he was holding a child in his arms.

This was the first time Song Yihe had seen a baby from the Shenyu Continent.

It looks no different from a normal human cub, except that its small face is wrinkled, its mouth is tightly deflated, and it seems to be ready to cry out loud at any moment.

He did cry.

Turbidity infection is the most difficult for children to resist, they are just born, there is no means to protect themselves, they suffer from the stinging pain of their bodies all the time, and they are terrified all day long.

The old man—

In other words, this great mother just coaxed her child to sleep, and was quarreled with by Song Yihe, and her previous efforts were wasted.

Yan Ling was not unhappy, she became a mother and had a natural affinity for her children.

Although Song Yihe lowered his voice, his timbre couldn't cover it up.

With such a brittle voice, it must be a teenager who may have some talent and practiced aura protection, which was able to prevent his throat from being corroded by turbidity.

While picking up the child and continuing to coax, she replied, "There is no City Lord's Mansion here. ”

Song Yihe subconsciously thought that the high priest was the city lord, so according to the custom of the Shenyin Continent, he called his residence the city lord's mansion, which seemed to be taken for granted, and she changed her words: "Where does the high priest live on weekdays?" How to get there? ”

"The high priest was feathered yesterday, and now the city is preparing a sacrifice for him, and it is almost over, there is a path behind here, which is difficult to walk but much closer, and I will lead you there." Yan Ling pointed to a path behind the house that was covered by feather flowers, tightened the strap around the child on his chest, and said.

"Won't it be inconvenient?" Song Yihe asked.

"It's okay, whose child doesn't cry like this? It's just a little doll, you cried like this bare-butted when you were a child. Yan Ling quipped.

"Okay then." Song Yihe touched his nose and replied.

The high priest was right, most of the people in their continent were simple-minded, and there was almost no fighting, so they were so defenseless to outsiders, and they didn't even suspect that Song Yihe was a bad person.

In fact, she didn't know that the main reason why Yan Ling was so enthusiastic was that she still thought that she was very small and that there was no one around to take her.

Of course, if Yan Ling could see Song Yihe's appearance, I am afraid that he would be suspicious.

The two walked down the road and introduced each other's names.

Yan Ling instructed: "Don't leave when you arrive, there is no one at home, it is the same wherever you live, there is no need to toss around, although we are the least people, but the most painful doll, you are in the city like this, you will definitely be able to live well." ”

The people of the Shenyu Continent value their offspring very much, and if someone in the family will definitely bring this doll with them, they will not let her walk bitterly.

Song Yihe didn't know how this person deduced that there was no one in her house, so she only nodded obediently and agreed.

"From which city did you come from? Can you suffer and be tired on the road? Yan Ling continued to care.

It turns out that there is more than one city here.

Seeing that Song Yihe was silent, Yan Ling didn't care, her husband was busy every day, and she lived alone at home all the year round and no one spoke, this would be the time when she wanted to talk.

At one time, he talked about the "Yan" in his name as a means of longevity by his father, and at another time he complained that he was in pain all over his body, and took care of a child who was constantly crying, and complained that the broth was extremely unpalatable.

Song Yihe listened and occasionally echoed a few times.

This woman seemed to be very different from the numb faces in the city.

She seemed to be a little alive.

"But fortunately, my child will soon not have to suffer from this."

Song Yihe raised his eyes and asked her, "Why?" ”

It stands to reason that as long as you live in the Shenyu Continent, you will definitely be eroded by turbidity, and you will definitely drink broth to relieve the pain, how can you not suffer?

(End of chapter)