In the space between the two of them, the half-demon boy walked from a distance with two hunted rabbits in his hands. Regarding this big bird that can only talk, he is no longer surprised, the phoenix is a goblin Qing Ling has not yet told the half-demon boy, even if he has a good feeling for the phoenix, he can't think that the big bird in front of him is the unconscious man he has guarded for seven days.

During the few days of living in the jungle, Qing Ling originally planned to let the half-demon boy leave on his own and set him free, but he stubbornly refused to go, saying that he must follow Qing Ling to find the unconscious man, because that person made him feel like family.

Do any demon feel like family?

Qing Ling herself didn't notice that after listening to the words of the half-demon boy, a trace of possessiveness rose in her heart, which was possessiveness for the phoenix. He's her family, no, he's a friend. How can he be so concerned by a half-demon boy who has never seen much of it?

"Are you back, eat a hare today?" Qing Ling asked casually, but the half-demon boy didn't answer.

In the past few days, she has opened her mouth more than once to arouse the half-demon boy's idea of speaking, but she has failed repeatedly, and in the few days she has been together, Qingling doesn't even know what the name of the half-demon boy is, so she can only call people without a title, or directly call him Hey.

Without squeaking, the half-demon boy carried the hare to the creek by himself, cleaned the rabbit before walking back to the wooden house, gathered a pile of dry firewood, looked up at Qing Ling, Qing Ling pointed to the dry wood a little, and then burned the flame, the rabbit on the fire rack, and the half-demon boy skillfully roasted it. Although there is no taste in the roast, just make sure that it is done, but his manual process is definitely not untaught.

Did the dry wood make a crackling sound in the fire, the two of them were silent for a long time, until the rabbit on the fire spilled a rich aroma of meat, and Qing Ling spoke, "You...... Do you want to learn spells from me?"

When she took away the half-demon boy from the hands of the two cultivators in the palace, Qing Ling said that she was going to accept the half-demon boy as an apprentice, and it was also an expedient measure at that time, she didn't take it seriously, but in the past few days, she found that the half-demon boy was a lonely person, more lonely than anyone else, and the reason why he chose to stay was probably because he wanted to find the phoenix, and on the other hand, it was probably because Qing Ling wanted to torture him if he didn't see him like everyone else.

The greatest difficulty that a cultivator has to endure is loneliness, and such a person who seems to be born with a sense of loneliness may be a good seedling. A mixed-race child of a demon and a human, I don't know what the result of cultivating spells will be?

Qing Ling was not testing the thoughts in her heart, Ling Bing Attack was caught, she didn't have any intention to do anything else, she just wanted to improve her cultivation as soon as possible, and also, to understand the current situation of Ling Bing Attack. As for the idea of raising the spell of the half-demon boy, it was purely because of sympathy for him and pity him.

Finally, this question attracted the attention of the half-demon boy, and he looked sideways at Qing Ling, and then at the phoenix beside Qing Ling. The voice stopped for a moment, opened his mouth, and tried to pronounce it, "Good ......"

After not speaking for a long time, his voice was hoarse and indistinct, and after he finished speaking, he was afraid that Qingling would not hear it, so he nodded again, opened his mouth again and said the word "good!" again, this time it was also clear.

Qing Ling understood what he meant, raised his right hand and beckoned, signaling him to come to his side. Seeing this, the half-demon boy didn't even care about the rabbit on the fire stand, and turned sideways to Qingling's side. Seeing Qing Ling's index finger pointing at the center of his eyebrows, a section of cultivation law decisions directly entered the mind of the half-demon boy.

The wonderful use of this spiritual power has made Qingling benefit a lot, and it is also due to the spiritual power that Zibao gave Qingling**, so that she can control her spiritual power so accurately as soon as she combines her mid-stage cultivation.

After the transmission was completed, the half-demon boy closed his eyes and combed through the cultivation information he had obtained. Qing Ling got up and went to the fire rack to take down the two rabbits that had been burned, and while eating them himself, he fed a little to the spring on his wrist. The poor phoenix couldn't eat, and hid in the cabin with a grudge, and at night his big tail didn't have a chance to enter the house, and he could only go in and take a nap during the day.

Verdant and dense forests, flowing water streams, two people and one bird, two cultivators, one rest.

In a trance, Qing Ling remembered the August Covenant, eight months later, in the Immortal Dao Academy, can the companions get together?

Spirit Ice Attack, you will be safe......

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The northern continent, the northern cold land, is a black land, and legend has it that it was dyed black with blood. In a continuous iceberg deep in the Northern Cold Land, an ice cave sealed a cultivator boy.

Outside the cave, a white-clothed immortal sat cross-legged, but the raging cold wind did not touch him, and his voice sounded, "Boy, you only have two choices, one is to worship me as a teacher! The other is that if I kill your little lover, you will also worship me as a teacher!"

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