"Oh, it's you, I remember! Zhou Zhuang fell out with the entire demon clan just to save you, right?" Su Fan looked at Xiao Rou in surprise, "I didn't expect you to transform into a human form now, I remember that you were still a little fox at the time." ”

No wonder I can't recognize it, it turns out to be a metamorphosis.

I have to say that Zhou Zhuang does have something in his vision, and this little softening into a human form is really beautiful.

Blood-to-...... This wave of blood earned.

Xiao Rou blushed and said: "At the beginning, my cultivation was still shallow, and I could only show people in my original form, and I have to thank Haotian Sect for this majestic aura, so that I can transform into a human form three hundred years earlier." The great kindness of the Suen people, Xiaorou is toothless and unforgettable. ”

Su Fan laughed, looking at Xiao Rou and feeling like a little auspicious in the fox demon world, she grew up without paying attention.

"Don't talk about that, are you holding the manuscript I left behind?" asked Su Fan.

"Yes, the last time you gave me a manuscript that was updated not long ago, so I can only take the story I wrote before from your home, I hope you don't be surprised. Xiao Rou politely apologized.

"No blame, no blame, these are meant to be used for emergencies, you can take whatever you want. Su Fan said: "You go back and tell Zhou Zhuang, I'll write a little more tonight, and ask him to come and get it tomorrow morning." ”

"yes, yes. ”

......

Flame Peak.

Wang Ling hid in the bushes and said to the soul inside the ring: "Master, I hid the ring near Tang Mengdong's house, you should be able to feel his aura, right?"

"No problem, just hide it well and don't let people find out. "Don't forget to come early tomorrow morning and take me away." ”

"Don't worry......"

The night was getting deeper, and Tang Mengdong, who had been tired all day, went to bed, and just closed his eyes, an ethereal and noble voice suddenly came from his mind.

Tang Mengdong ...... Tang Mengdong ......"

"Who's calling me?"

Tang Mengdong got out of bed and saw that there was no one in the room.

"Strange, could it be that the wrought iron is too tired during the day and has auditory hallucinations?"

Tang Mengdong muttered to himself as he went back to bed.

"Tang Mengdong!"

Now, he heard clearly, someone was indeed calling his name.

"Don't pretend to be a ghost there!" Tang Mengdong shouted into the air, "I can stand you coming out, what kind of man is hiding it?"

"Tang Mengdong, do you know, who am I?" the voice in his head called him again.

Originally, Tang Mengdong's temper was relatively hot, and he was tired for another day during the day, and now he met the ring spirit to pretend to be a ghost for him, so he couldn't help it, and directly spat out the fragrance:

"I beg who you are, CNM. ”

The Ring Spirit was scolded a little, but he quickly regained his demeanor, and then asked:

"You dare to scold me without even knowing who I am, aren't you afraid of me?"

Tang Mengdong: "I'm afraid of nmlgb." ”

Ringwraith: "......"

"Don't you have a tutor?, what about your family?" the ringing spirit was scolded and began to talk nonsense.

Tang Mengdong: "Go to the grave for the head of your family!"

Ringwraith: "......"

Nima, Tang Mengdong doesn't play cards according to the routine, aren't ordinary people afraid of this situation like their grandson?

How did he come up, no matter who it was, splitting his head and covering his face was a scolding?

It seems that this elder of Haotian Sect should not be underestimated!

Seeing that he really couldn't find an entry point, he finally had no choice but to hide back in the ring and hide.

The voice in his head was gone, Tang Mengdong suddenly felt refreshed, and comfortably covered the quilt and slept.

Nothing was said all night.

The next day, Wang Ling ran to Yanhuo Peak early in the morning and fished out the ring spirit from the bushes.

"Master, how was it last night, did Tang Mengdong tremble when he heard your voice?"

"Shake a fart, your master was scolded miserably yesterday!" said in a trembling voice, "Damn, I've never seen such a low quality, I'm so angry!"

Wang Ling was puzzled: "What's the matter? Who have you been scolded for?"

"Who else could there be?!" the ring spirit scolded angrily: "Isn't it Tang Mengdong's little bastard? I don't know who gave him the courage to scold me, so that I have to scold him to death when I get the opportunity!"

"Dissipate the gas, the master dissipates the gas, we won't have the same general knowledge of striking iron with him. Wang Ling comforted.

Now he has basically understood that Shizun must not have gotten any benefits from Tang Mengdong last night, otherwise Shizun would not have been able to get angry.

He took out the list of elders of Haotian Sect and crossed a red cross on Tang Mengdong's name.

"Master, since Tang Mengdong can't do it, let's change our goal tonight," Wang Ling said: "A generation of elders will let it go first, let's start with the red man next to Su Fan recently, the sword hilt feather, we should be able to gain something." ”

"What? That's not going to work!" The ring spirit said angrily: "Continue Tang Mengdong tonight, the loss I suffered last night must be recovered tonight, I will scold him when I go up, or I won't be able to swallow this breath!"

"Think twice, Master, don't be rash!" Wang Ling hurriedly said: "We must have a purpose in doing things, you have invisibly set up a mortal enemy for us by doing this, and it makes no sense at all." ”

"Then what if I get scolded, either you rush in and beat Tang Mengdong now, or you let me scold him tonight, and you can do it yourself!" Jie Ling's tone didn't seem to be negotiable.

"How could I beat him up?" Wang Ling was also anxious, and involuntarily called out from his mouth.

"Who are you going to beat?"

At this time, a sound that could make Wang Ling's heart skip a beat came, and he hurriedly turned his head to look......

Su Fan!

Su Fan was looking at him with a smile: "Hitting people in Haotian Sect is forbidden by order." ”

Wang Ling stood up in a panic, hid his hands behind him, and bowed tremblingly, "Uncle Shi is good." ”

Damn, he's not going to see I'm coming, is he?

Do you want to tear your face and fight him now?

Su Fan saw his nervous appearance, patted him on the shoulder and said, "How is it the same as a mouse seeing a cat? ”

Wang Ling raised his head nervously, and swallowed a few saliva after seeing Su Fan's handsome face.

"Hey, why don't I seem to have seen you, which mountain disciple are you?" asked Su Fan.

Hearing this, Wang Ling suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it turned out that he had not been discovered.

"Uncle Hui, I am a disciple of the Holy Land of Yaochi, because the mountain over there has recently been burned, so I just practiced here in the morning, I may be a little forgetful in practice, I hope Uncle Shi will not blame. ”

Wang Ling casually made up a nonsense, hoping to fool the past.

"Yaochi Holy Land?" Su Fan frowned and said, "You stretch out your hand for me to see." ”

Reach out? Why reach out?

Although puzzled, Wang Ling still showed his two hands from behind his back, and cold sweat had already broken out in his palms, for fear that Su Fan would see that there was something wrong with the ring on his hand.

Su Fan touched his chin and said, "You didn't wear a bracelet, it seems that you didn't betray Haotian Sect before, yes, keep coming on." ”

That's what happened, it scared me to death......

Wang Ling's hanging heart finally fell into his stomach, and he hurriedly put his hand down and said: "That's, uncle, don't say anything else, I am loyal to our Hao Tianzong, you can rest assured." ”

"Well, that's good, I'm very optimistic about you," Su Fan nodded with a smile, "What's your name?"

What is your name?

Wang Ling Yuguang glanced at a ball of grass, and said in a hurry: "Uncle Shi, my name is Wang Caocao." ”

"Wang Caocao, your name is okay, it's a bit artistic. ”

What is love called, just ask you to leave quickly!

Su Fan said, "Okay, you and keep practicing, I'll go." ”

After finishing speaking, Su Fan walked towards the top of the mountain, and Wang Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Uncle Shi walks slowly. Wang Ling bowed.

Su Fan suddenly turned around and smiled mysteriously at him, "Oh yes, your ring is very good." ”

After saying that, he turned around and continued walking.

It was obviously summer, but Wang Ling felt like he had fallen into the ice cellar and trembled.

After a long pause, Wang Ling regained his strength, "Master, do you think he can see it?"

"I don't know, I don't think so. The Ringwrath replied.

"Then why did he say that my ring was good?"

"I don't know," said the Ringwraith, "perhaps he really thinks your ring is very good." ”

Wang Ling: "......"

"But whether he sees it or not, I must have scolded Tang Mengdong tonight, and it's useless for you to persuade me. The Ringwraith continued.

Wang Ling really had something to do with the ring spirit, sighed and said: "Since this is the case, then you can scold him tonight, but whether it is successful or not, you must change people tomorrow, okay Master?"

"Okay!"

......

On the other hand, the main reason why Su Fan came to Yanhuo Peak this morning was to ask Tang Mengdong to see if there was a way to repair the Afterlife Bridge, after all, he was going to go to the sea again, if there was no Afterlife Bridge, it might not be easy to deal with the Burning True Immortal.

As a result, I didn't expect to see an old acquaintance, Wang Ling, as soon as I went up the mountain.

He recognized Wang Ling at first sight, and the reason why he pretended not to know him was to see what the hell he wanted to do.

Just patted him on the shoulder and stuffed a photo stone into him, so that even if he was far away in the inland sea, he could see his every move.

After finding Tang Mengdong, Su Fan took out the bridge of the afterlife, "Senior nephew Tang, do you think there is a way to repair my baby?"

"This is the Bridge of the Dead, how did it become like this?" Tang Mengdong recognized this thing, and at the same time knew that this was a very important treasure of Uncle Shi, otherwise he would not have found himself to repair it.

"It's too much, I can't help it. Su Fan spread his hands and said, "As long as it can be repaired a little and can be used, it doesn't need to be completely repaired." ”

Tang Mengdong nodded, and took the bridge to the stove to get busy.

After a while, he walked up to Su Fan sweating profusely and panting, it seemed that it had taken him a lot of effort to fix this thing.

"Uncle Shi, I can't help you restore to your original state, you can only make it like this. ”

Although the bridge to the death that Tang Mengdong took out did not look new, it was much better than before, at least it still looked usable.

"Uncle Shi, according to my estimate, you can use this bridge about ten more times, and any more should not work?"

Ten times? I'll choke three times!

But he can't be blamed for this, after all, he doesn't know that the Bridge of Death has evolved into an immortal treasure.

It's not bad to be able to do this, three times is enough.

"Thank you for your hard work, Senior Nephew Tang. Su Fan said gratefully: "Tonight, your disciples of Yanhuo Peak have a day of rest, and go back early to rest." ”

"Great, thank you, uncle!"

Tang Mengdong happily ran back to the furnace and announced the good news to the disciples of Yanhuo Peak.