As the thick and melodious Jiulian Morning Provincial Bell of Danfeng rang, the sky in the distance turned white, and the thousands of creatures in the mountains of Aoki slowly broke away from the deep night, and the vitality and aura rose between the deep forests and green trees.

Leng Xiuran woke up and opened his eyes subconsciously to jump up, but a gorgeous and delicate face poked into his eyes without warning, which frightened him into an exclamation, rolled on the grass, and got up and was about to drill into the forest next to him.

The woman in the big red palace skirt who had been squatting beside him all night only smiled when she saw this, stretched out her hand and waved her sleeve lightly, Leng Xiuran, who had just rushed out less than three steps, seemed to be bound with a rope. As fast as you go out, you can come back as fast as you reverse.

After pulling Leng Xiuran back to her side, the woman in the palace skirt reached out and patted him lightly on the forehead, and said with a sneer: "What are you running, can the old lady still eat you?"

Leng Xiuran didn't give the palace skirt woman any face, and shouted: "Leng Qiumin, you are more terrible than a man-eating demon beast! Don't think that I can bully me casually just because of my high cultivation!"

"Hehe, what's wrong with just relying on Xiu Wei to bully you, you bite me!" Leng Qiumin reached out and grabbed Leng Xiuran's ear and lifted him up from the ground.

Leng Xiuran was ruthless, ignoring the red little ears, tilting his head and grinning at the pointed little tiger teeth and gnawed at the five fingers of the green jade that was grabbing him.

He was faster than Leng Qiumin, and his other hand reached over, and a ball of spiritual light floated between his palms to seal his mouth, and he still whined and screamed. Then he grabbed Leng Xiuran's collar, lifted a little chicken, and carried him to the children's courtyard.

Along the way, no matter how Leng Xiuran struggled, Leng Qiumin ignored it at all, and said slowly over and over again: "It's time to go back after being wild here for more than two years, my mother has already greeted the Lord of Zhan Feng Peak and wants to send you over." ”

"Woo woo woo woo!"

"It's a few months earlier than the agreed three years, but it's time for you to cultivate. Could it be that Zhan Feng still needs to go to his mother to pick up someone?"

"Wow!"

"Who made you be born physique...... If you don't go to Zhan Feng, where else can you go? When you get to Zhan Feng, remember that no matter how hard you cultivate, don't cry, don't embarrass your mother. Leng Qiumin carried Leng Xiuran for a while, first explained half a sentence earnestly, and then tilted his head to look at Leng Xiuran with a face full of resentment and excitement, "However, if you are bullied miserably, remember to come to the old sister to cry and complain, I will help you beat him so that his parents can't recognize that he gave birth to this son." ”

"Woo woo, woo woo!"

"It's up to you whether you want to go or not, Xiao Ran, and you can't help the old lady. As he spoke, Leng Qiumin's voice lowered.

Leng Xiuran's body, which had been constantly struggling, also stopped, and his eyes looked at the grass that kept swaying under him in a daze.

"Xiao Ran, you always have to practice. Since I was a child, you and I have been waiting for my mother's arrangement, and for so many years, I have fought once and stayed in Danfeng. And then I couldn't compete with her for anything. Xiao Ran, I know you want to stay here too, but you are born with a special physique, only Zhan Feng can ......" Leng Qiumin put down Leng Xiuran, gently squatted down to help him straighten his collar, smoothed out the wrinkles on his shirt, reached out and put his arms around his shoulders, Yan Yushou leaned on Leng Xiuran's small shoulder, leaned close to his ear, and murmured softly: "Xiao Ran, when your cultivation is high, will you be replaced to protect my sister?"

Leng Xiuran lowered his little hand, his little tiger teeth shook his lower lip, and he stood in place and nodded his head silently.

After a long time, Leng Qiumin sighed softly, let go of Leng Xiuran in his arms, retreated with both hands to press his two small shoulders, looked at Leng Xiuran who was biting his lip carefully, smiled coincidentally, and winked at him. Then she got up and let out a sigh, took Leng Xiuran's little hand, and said gently, "Let's go." ”

When the two returned to the place where the cultivator's courtyard was, Jiang Feng and Jiu Lao'er were already waiting at the gate early. When the older and the younger came closer, Jiang Feng took the initiative to step forward, saluted with a somewhat restrained armrest, and said in a calm and calm voice: "Senior sister." ”

Leng Qiumin just nodded lightly, and replied lightly and indifferently: "Senior Brother Lao Jiang has taken care of Xiao Ran for the past few years. ”

After Jiang Feng got up, he shook his head lightly and said with a smile: "It's just my job." ”

Leng Qiumin didn't talk to Jiang Feng much, turned his head to look at the old man on the side, and greeted lightly: "Mr. Wine." ”

Jiu Lao'er only responded lightly, not wanting to care too much about Leng Qiumin's cold resistance, and then turned his head to look at Leng Xiuran, and handed over a small delicate embroidery bag, and some faint aura fluctuations came out of the embroidered bag.

The old man grinned and said, "Leng boy, you can keep this storage bag, the spiritual wine in it is enough for you to drink to the elixir stage," looking at Leng Xiuran, who was standing a little overwhelmed opposite, the old man of wine walked around and held the calloused palm of the storage bag, "Take it." It's better than some of the pills your mother prepared for you. ”

Leng Xiuran looked at Leng Qiumin on the side a little bewildered, opened his mouth but still didn't say anything.

"You decide for yourself, take it if you want, and pay it back later. ”

Leng Xiuran's eyes flickered for a while, he looked up at Jiu Lao'er, and after bowing deeply, he stretched out his little hand and took the delicate little embroidered bag from Jiu Lao'er's hand.

Leng Qiumin didn't say anything when he saw this, just gently took Leng Xiuran's little hand, nodded slightly towards Jiang Feng and Jiu Lao'er, and set up a retreat and flew towards the outside of the peak with Leng Xiuran.