Wushuang checked the surroundings of the black pit one by one, but found nothing in the end. She was so angry that the spiritual power in her body suddenly lost control, and suddenly spread out to all directions, with murderous intent. Shi Qing did not react for a while.

, if the little black goose hadn't flapped her away with its wings, she would have been splashed with blood.

When Wushuang reacted, centering on where she stood, there was chaos all around. She looked around and saw that there were all green grass residues, and there were some brown traces in many places. The two were mixed together, making a sound

A bad smell.

"I'm..." Wushuang's eyes were a little dazed. She looked at her white hands, and then looked at Shi Qing who was standing in the distance supporting a grass stem with one arm stained red by blood, and opened her mouth.

, and couldn’t speak anymore.

Shi Qing sealed his wound and walked quickly to Wushuang: "Let's go back. Now..."

Wushuang raised his hand and interrupted her: "No, I won't go back. You can go back alone."

"Ah... Lord, it was just an accident! Did you discover something?" Shi Qing did not argue with her about whether to go back or not, and directly changed the subject without asking the reason.

Wushuang smiled bitterly and took out several medicine bottles for Shi Qing: "I'll treat the injury first."

Shi Qing had no choice but to take it, take care of his injured arm, and take two more elixirs before he said seriously: "Let's go back first, you need to be quiet now."

I believe that the Lord knew what happened just now. Lord, she... lost control. It can be seen that there was something wrong with her state of mind, which made her mood more and more unstable. She couldn't control her spiritual power at all when she was so angry. This kind of

The situation needs to be adjusted immediately. Even if the mood problem cannot be solved now, at least the mood must be kept stable and there should be no more ups and downs.

Therefore, she wanted to persuade the Lord to leave here as soon as possible and send him back to the temple.

By the way, after returning home, the matter of raising jade spiders is extremely urgent and cannot be postponed any longer.

Wushuang sighed softly and pointed at the mess around him: "I told you, I won't go back."

Seeing the disapproval on Shi Qing's face, he wanted to persuade him. He pointed around and said, "I almost killed you just now. If I lose...out of control in the camp, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult for everyone to escape danger, so why not

I live here alone, and looking at this place, I will pay attention to my own situation and prevent what just happened from happening again."

"But..." Shi Qing struggled, his face full of hesitation.

Wushuang patted her shoulder: "Why are you worried about me? Are you afraid that someone will harm me? Oh, now I'm afraid it's too late for everyone to avoid me, and who can harm me? I'm the same everywhere. It's different here from the camp.

It's far away, if something sends a signal, it can be reached in a few breaths of time."

Shi Qing looked at the determination on her face and knew that it was useless to persuade her. When he thought that Wushuang had always disapproved of everyone using their spiritual power to raise jade spiders to serve as road signs for her, he felt a little excited and simply agreed.

If the master doesn't come back, she will have the opportunity to raise the jade spider. When the jade spider is grown, the master can't just let it go to waste.

Having made up her mind, she sent out the signal.

Shi Xiaolu quickly brought people over. Their faces changed when they saw the mess around them and Shi Qing's injuries, but no one asked.

Shi Qing didn't explain anything to them. He ordered his people to clear out a flat area around them, quickly built a small wooden house for Wushuang to live in, and also set up some simple traps around it. Even

, even the food for the day was prepared for Wushuang, but she was still reluctant to leave, looking around for fear that she had forgotten something.

In the end, Wushuang saw that it was getting late, so he ordered her to leave with a straight face, and then she led the people away, looking back three times.

Watching Shi Qing and the others disappear into the huge grass, Wushuang sighed: "This...isn't good..."

She knew that Shi Qing cared about her wholeheartedly and was even willing to sacrifice for her, but she felt really bad that she was lying like this.

The little black goose didn't care much. In its heart, except for Wushuang, everyone else was unimportant. It said nonchalantly: "You are thinking about the overall situation and for their own good. Do they all understand?"

Even if those people knew that she was lying to them, I believe they would not complain.

Wushuang was afraid that there were ears eavesdropping in the dark, so she didn't dare to say too much. She sighed again and went back to the cabin to rest.

Until the sky darkens, everything is quiet. Except for the occasional sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, there is no other sound. If you are braver, you can lean closer to the wooden house and you can feel the spiritual power slowly flowing.

The breath, but this spiritual power is not calm, like a pan of oil that has already been heated, just waiting for the drop of water to come.

When the crescent moon reached mid-air, everything became even quieter. The spiritual energy around the cabin also dissipated, with only a small amount of it swirling around in a slow and leisurely melody, as if to be wary of something.

An inconspicuous stone rolled towards the location of the wooden house bit by bit at a speed slower than that of a turtle. It carefully avoided the exploratory spiritual powers and did not make the slightest sound.

When it was only one step away from the wooden house, it stopped for a long time. It was not until the crescent moon began to shift that the pebbles started to move again. It circled around the wooden house and then found a place under the door panel.

There was a small gap suitable for it to pass through, and it slipped in quietly from there.

The cabin is not big, with only five or six steps to the left and right, but although the house is small, it is well-equipped with tables and chairs, and a flower barrier separates the inside and outside.

At this time, Wushuang had crawled onto the soft hay bed and fell asleep. She did not sleep soundly. One hand hung outside the edge of the bed, and most of the thin blanket fell to the ground, barely covering her belly.

Fortunately, she didn't take off her clothes and was still wearing the same outfit she had during the day. It was probably because she had been practicing for too long that she was exhausted, so she fell down and fell asleep.

The little black goose huddled at the foot of the bed, its long neck curled up, and its head covered under its wings. But if you pay attention, you can still hear its subtle and rhythmic breathing, which shows that it is already fast asleep.

The pebble rolled towards where she was, then bounced up quietly, falling silently behind her, then got stuck on a corner of the quilt, and then rolled in. What was strange was that the corner of the quilt that was pressed by it

As it rolled, it moved towards the bed.

If anyone saw this scene, their jaw would definitely drop in shock.

Pebbles can also cover people with quilts? Does it have arms?

After covering Wushuang tightly with the quilt, the pebbles bounced to the top of the bed again, as if he was watching Wushuang quietly from a high place. After looking at Wushuang for about a quarter of an hour, the pebbles suddenly sighed.

That sound almost made Wushuang, who was pretending to sleep, jump up.

Before she could make a move, the pebble suddenly glowed red, and the outermost black shell melted away, revealing its red heart. It was just a red bead not much bigger than a lotus seed.

The temperature makes people look at it and feel like they are about to burn.

After Hong Zhuzi revealed his true appearance, he rushed towards Wu Shuang's eyebrows without any further hesitation.

"Stop!" Wushuang shouted angrily, and immediately covered her entire forehead with both hands. The red bead touched the back of her hand. Realizing that something was wrong, when it wanted to escape, Wushuang, who was already on guard, grabbed him and held him tightly.

Hold it tightly in the palm of your hand.

Feeling that the thing in his palm was like ice and snow, about to melt away, Wushuang shouted with a cry: "Asen, how dare you!"

The thing in my hand suddenly became suspicious.

Wushuang opened her hands, and half of the red beads had melted away, and there was a red mark on her palm, like a dazzling red birthmark.

"If you have any bad intentions, I will never forgive you in my life, let alone myself!" Wushuang couldn't hold back his tears anymore, like broken beads falling into the palm of his hand.

Although she had the boldest guess early on, when everything unfolded before her eyes, she found that her endurance was still too low.

No, it should be tears of joy and fear from the bottom of my heart.

I don't know whether she was frightened by Wushuang's words or sensed the fear in Wushuang's heart. The red bead did not continue to melt, but slowly sucked the red color in her palm back, turning back to the size of a lotus seed.

.

Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief, but the tears did not stop and continued to fall, as if the red beads in his palms were floating.

"Lord..." Asen's voice came out from the red bead again, soft and faint, with boundless favor, distress, and deep reluctance: "Don't cry..."

"Why don't you cry? If I didn't cry, would you have disappeared just now?" Speaking of this, Wushuang was so scared. After confirming that the red bead was A Sen, she thought on her knees that she also knew what A Sen wanted to do.

He wanted to use himself to make up for the damage caused to his state of mind.

Even if it doesn't stabilize her mood, it at least prevents her from losing control of her mood.

She raised her hand to wipe her face and shouted: "Is the Fire Spirit you?"

"Yes, and no." Asen's voice remained the same, and his words were as concise as ever. He didn't say a word about anything he asked or answered.

Wushuang naturally understood him, so he held on to him and said, "Explain clearly."

Asen hesitated for a moment and then said: "The fire spirit should be a trace of my consciousness, so I will naturally get close to you."

Wushuang nodded, this explanation was reasonable.

If even Asen didn't recognize her, then she would really find a corner and cry for three days, and then think about why she was such a failure as a human being.

Wait, if the fire spirit is a touch of Asen's consciousness, does that mean that the wind spirit is a touch of blast's consciousness as she originally thought?

Also, the women's tribe, the temple, and the White Spirit Dragon originally belonged to Gale Wind, and were naturally under the control of Wind Spirit.

No wonder Feng Ling can hide with Bai Linglong's card, and can also use the card to gain her approval, and is not restricted by the card.

She said viciously: "A flash of consciousness, you don't recognize me, what about now? What's your situation now?"

Ah Sen didn't answer her question for a long time. It was so long that Wushuang almost thought that Ah Sen's consciousness in Huo Ling had disappeared. She panicked and called Silent Ah Sen repeatedly. When she got his response, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I..." Asen's voice was very embarrassing. In the end, he did not tell her about him, but just repeated: "Don't worry, Lord."

Wushuang knew that if she asked again, he would definitely not tell her, so she changed the question: "Are you safe now? Where is your body? Will your consciousness dissipate?"

As if sensing her nervousness, Asen did not hesitate this time and immediately gave her the answer: "Don't worry, Lord, I will always be here as long as you need me and I will not disappear."

"In this form, should I return to the fire spirit?" Wushuang looked at this opportunity and immediately asked again.

"As I am now, my consciousness is complete and awake; if it were the situation of Huo Ling, I would fall into a deep sleep with only a tiny trace of consciousness." Asen's voice began to become lighter, as if it was

He looked like he was about to run out of strength.

Wushuang immediately asked: "Can you recover from sleeping?"

"Yeah." Asen's voice became softer and softer.

After receiving his affirmative answer, Wushuang urged: "Then what are you waiting for? Go to sleep." Huo Ling is Huo Ling, just know that it is him.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine..." After Asen said half of it, he seemed to be unable to hold on and fell asleep. The red bead in Wushuang's palm turned into a fire spirit again, but the fire spirit was no longer there.
To be continued...