"Can't we do something?" Zhi shook Lu Qi's arm.

How many plants and trees are living on the mountain, and how many gods, demons, demons and ghosts are in Qinglan City, waiting for others to take action, it is really too passive.

If those immortal monarchs were too lazy to care about the human disasters caused by this demon brawl and rolled away from this wave of fire, wouldn't it cause an even greater disaster.

Without waiting for Lu Qi to answer, a blue light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, there was one more person in front of the two.

The purple robe is stumbling and graceful.

It was the Demon Lord of Jingzhao.

When Jing Zhao Demon Lord turned around, he saw him holding a shovel in his left hand, a few slices of green onions in his right hand, and a white apron embroidered with two pink peach blossoms around his waist.

"What about your mother?" Jing Zhao Demon Monarch looked anxious at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and lowered his eyes to look at the two people sitting on the ground.

Zhi was stunned, held the bronze mirror in his arms respectfully in front of him with both hands, and said, "Here you go." ”

What's that?

Jing Zhao Demon Monarch's brows furrowed even deeper, when was it, how could he have the leisure to look in the mirror.

Zhi hurriedly explained: "Aunt Zhen is here in the bronze mirror Zheng"

I saw that the back of the bronze mirror was engraved with complicated and ancient runes, which were obscure, and the front was smooth and recognizable, but it was no different from the ordinary bronze mirror.

Jing Zhao Demon Monarch hurriedly threw the shovel and put his palm on the bronze mirror, and after a while, Ye Zhenzhen's face appeared.

I haven't seen it for half a month, and when I said goodbye, I almost had to separate yin and yang again, Ye Zhenzhen's eyes were red, this time she didn't need garlic cloves, and tears fell down.

The corners of Jing Zhao Demon Monarch's eyes were also stained with red marks, he coughed, stroked the mirror and said, "Don't be afraid, I will find a way to save you." ”

Ye Zhenzhen opened her mouth and nodded, although she didn't hear her voice, but Jing Zhao Demon Monarch's half-hung heart finally came to fruition.

Thousands of miles away from the mountain where his daughter Ye Hanxiao was, he only learned the news of Ye Zhenzhen's accident today, and Jingzhao Demon Monarch, who was boiling meat porridge for his daughter, immediately sprinkled a handful of green onions into the pot, pinched and teleported, and quickly transported himself over, which cost the boss's cultivation.

Old man Mo was to blame for this, he was in a hurry that day, and sent the Demon Lion to inform the Demon Lord of Jingzhao.

This demon lion only heard that the Demon Lord Jingzhao was going to avenge his daughter, but he didn't hear which daughter it was, it was a stone head, and there was no way, so he could only start from the mountain of the eldest princess.

A few years ago, except for the fourteenth princess who was still recuperating, all the princesses went to Luming Mountain of the thirty-third princess to gather, and they have not returned yet.

Because he wanted to hide the fact that the fourteenth princess of Jingzhao Demon Lord was poisoned, almost only the princesses and their henchmen knew about it.

Although the magic lion also knew to ask someone, he asked several mountains one after another, and no one knew which princess had been poisoned.

The demon lion had to look all the way, and finally this evening, panting like a cow, exhausted, climbed to the fourteenth princess's house.

At that time, the Jingzhao Demon Lord had already gone to the Lang Mountain to set a fire and took the old mansion of the Nanzhu Demon, but he hated that the turtle grandson was not on the mountain, so he thought that he got the news and fled as soon as possible.

Jingzhao Demon Monarch was about to make Ye Hanxiao a supper and rushed back to Qinglan City overnight.

He had already noticed that this matter was strange, but he had already arrived here, and he was really panicked in his heart if he didn't vent his anger for his daughter.

What's more, he checked that it was indeed the poison of Nanzhu Demon, and this matter was true.

Unexpectedly, the porridge had just been boiled, and it was ready to come out of the pot after sprinkling the green onions.

Jingzhao Demon Monarch glanced at Lu Qi, who was standing up with a branch, and said: "This technique is very complicated, I have to go to a friend to discuss it, the fairy world has already intervened, it must rain soon, you don't need to worry about the fire over there, but this river bottom is a little weird." ”

Jing Zhao Demon Monarch walked to the river, looked at the surface of the water, and after a while, he said in a deep voice: "Under the surface of the water, it is not a mud, but an extremely thick layer of ice, no wonder it is so cold, but unfortunately the things below have been taken away, and there is no need to go down in vain." Well, you should go back early, I'll go first. ”

Jing Zhao Demon Monarch finished, waved his sleeves, and flew away.

Zhi watched his back disappear from the top of the mountain and shouted, "Hey, Jing ......"

Lu Qi sighed: "Leave him alone, before my mother comes out of that bronze mirror, he won't think about other things." ”

At this moment, a drop of water fell on the face of the branch, and then on the back of the hand, and soon a little ripple spread on the surface of the river, more and more, densely, twisting and shattering the reflection of the fire.

It's raining!

There was no lightning and thunder, no strong winds, as if it was too late to engage in these pomp, and the pouring rain was like a river toppling over, about to submerge the world.

Lu Qi used the rain avoidance technique, and stood by the river for a while holding on to the branch, seeing that the fire was gradually weakening.

It seemed that they didn't need their help, and the branch was picked up by Lu Qi again, and in a moment, the scene in front of him had become a bamboo house at the foot of the mountain outside Qinglan City.

Lu Qi knew that she was worried about Xia Yunze, so he took her here directly, if Xia Yunze was really saved by Bai Tang, he should come back here, right?

The rain in Qinglan City has stopped, and the dark clouds have dispersed, a bend like a hooked crescent moon hanging obliquely on the firmament, the cold stars are dotted, the wind blows the bamboo shadow, and there is a dark fragrance floating.

The bamboo hut was very quiet, there was no light, and at this hour, the world was already asleep.

Lu Qi put the branch on the rocking chair under the eaves, lit the candle, and checked room by room, but did not find Xia Yunze's figure.

"Don't be cranky, it's raining heavily over there, maybe they're stuck halfway, and they won't be able to come back until tomorrow. Lu Qi squatted beside the rocking chair, rubbing his cold palm, and comforted.

I was sweating profusely in the fire just now, and when I returned to the night breeze in early spring, the branches gradually felt cool.

Now there is no other way for her to do it except for the lack of news.

As long as there is hope, she is not afraid to wait.

When she returned to Longshan, she and Peng waited every day, every thirty years.

Lu Qi went back to the house and took a blanket, covered it on the branch, and said, "You rest here for a while, I'll go boil water, your feet can't get wet, wipe yourself later, change into clean clothes, and go to bed early." ”

Zhi nodded obediently and shrunk into the blanket.

When Lu Qi entered the kitchen, Zhi leaned on the rocking chair, looking at the crescent moon hanging on the bamboo tops, she suddenly remembered Bai Tang's words that night, this world is indeed hell.

Life is like an ant, suddenly turning to ashes.

She lifted the bamboo basket on the ground, and was about to summon the white fennel out, but after thinking about it, she still forgot it, maybe she was already asleep.

The night is as cool as water, and being able to get a good night's sleep is also a rare blessing in this "hell".

Holding the bamboo basket, Eda got up from the rocking chair and jumped into the kitchen with one foot.

Lu Qi found the old ginger from the cellar and was boiling ginger tea for the branches.

She is still a mortal fetus now, and Lu Qi wants to learn from his mother and boil a bowl of ginger tea according to the method of the world to ward off the cold for her.

Seeing her jumping in like a rabbit holding on to the door frame, Lu Qi hurriedly washed the ginger powder in her hand and came over to help her.

"What's going on?"

Zhi leaned into Lu Qi's arms, wrapped his hands around his waist, buried his head in his chest, and rubbed it, like a milk cat who had no trouble finding a warm nest.

"I'm scared alone. ”

At this moment, the branch is like a child who can't find his mother, and he doesn't know where to go.

Lu Qi hugged her tightly, rested his chin on the top of her head, stroked her back, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I will always be by your side." ”