The river is ten zhang wide, the river surface is blue and there are no waves, the reflected figure is more real than the bronze mirror, Lingge looks left and right at the river, and urges Jiuluo to hurry up and see the heroic bird king.

"Jiuluo, come, look at me in the mirror. ”

Jiu Luo disappreciatively picked up a pebble and threw it on the natural mirror of Lingge, the sound of "tom" destroyed its narcissism, and she stood thoughtfully by the river, staring at the ripples slowly spreading.

Dusk was approaching, and her instinct to survive in the wild alerted her that danger was approaching them.

Looking around, there are rocks on the river beach, a few dead trees stand alone, and on the other side of the river is a forest, and the shadows are not real.

The little fairy ginseng behind him was quiet and terrifying, Jiu Luo just pretended to fall and wanted to try her reaction, but he didn't expect that the little fairy ginseng's spiritual power was really not weak, at least it shouldn't be as fearful as described in the book, and other creatures would only be unable to dodge.

The spiritual fire chasing and burning the bushes was all about commotion, and the little fairy ginseng actually watched calmly, which always made Jiuluo feel that something was wrong.

"Jiuluo, come and see me, come and see that there is something under the river. ”

Lingge still lingered on the river, staring at the river with his eyes, but the words he said were gone.

Jiu Luo called out its name worriedly, Lingge was as if he hadn't heard it, and after a few breaths, he said, "Jiu Luo, come and see me, come and see that there is something under the river." ”

Jiu Luo looked at it with a sluggish expression, and he must have been on the way.

"Spiritual song, spiritual song. She wanted to fly over to save it ashore, but the little fairy ginseng behind her suddenly opened her mouth to stop it at this critical juncture: "The river demon has captured its soul, and you can't save it if you go." On the contrary, it affects himself. ”

Jiu Luo turned his head, and the corner of his eyes swept coldly behind him.

"You lack patience, you should wait until the river demon takes my soul away. Now it's a little too early to remind you. ”

A giggling voice came from behind him: "It's not too soon, it's not too late." You have me on your back, and we are sent to death together, of course I have to remind you. It doesn't matter to me whether it dies or not. ”

The voice of the little fairy ginseng is as crisp as dingdong spring water, but the words spoken are spicy and vicious.

She had long noticed that the little fairy ginseng behind her was unusual, which of the demons in this Biyuan Immortal Mountain was a good one?

I arrested someone else, and they naturally wanted her and Lingge to die.

Jiu Luo laughed twice, you don't want to die, I can't care about you, she also has her position.

Ignoring the struggle behind him, Jiuluo tapped the river with his toes, and quickly came to the middle of the river to hug Lingge and try to wake it up.

Lingge suddenly stretched out his wings to attack her, Jiuluo looked at its empty and godless round eyes, knew that this was not its original intention, and said in his heart, "Dad, mother, I'm sorry", and then bit the tip of his index finger and wrote a heart-clearing mantra in the palm of his hand with blood as ink, and pressed it to Lingge's head.

A set of actions flowed smoothly, temporarily stabilizing the crazy and irritable spiritual song, only to hear a scream behind him: "Run, the river demon is coming." ”

A huge whirlpool appeared on the surface of the river, and a big hand jumped out of the whirlpool and tightly grasped Jiuluo and Xiao Xian Ginseng in the palm of his hand.

Jiu Luo glanced at Lingge's eyes that seemed to be clear, and suddenly cast a spell to send it to the shore, "Run." ”

And she and the little fairy ginseng who screamed behind her were mercilessly dragged into the whirlpool by the big hand.

The river instantly flooded the top of Jiuluo's head, blocking the howl of the little fairy ginseng, and the water poured into her body from all directions, Jiuluo felt that she was a sieve hole, and the river water was pervasive.