Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-Three Zishou: Three Years of Blood Earning, No Loss of Shooting
He ran all the way to the depths of the tunnel, and under the cover of the glazed ghost fire, he didn't know how many things were burned to death.
Zishou is extremely grateful now. He accidentally conquered the Liuli Ghost Fire. Otherwise, if he had encountered such a thing today, he would have been disgusted thousands or ten times.
Walking through the dark passage without a trace, I heard the sound of the long-waisted monster behind me disappearing, and Zishou felt a little relieved.
It was better to make him fight with the quasi-saint than besieged by these monsters. When he thought of the scene just now, densely packed with insects, he felt chilling.
"Holy Mother of Fire Spirit?" Zishou used his divine thoughts to find the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit. Unfortunately, the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit didn't know what happened, but he couldn't find her trace along the way.
"The Holy Mother of Fire Spirit disappeared silently. Either a person with higher cultivation skills attacked her and instantly stopped her and took her away, or she left herself."
Zishou shook his head and didn't walk far away when he heard a babbling sound, like a child talking.
In such a place, I dare not be careless and took out the Xuanyuan Water Control Flag and was ready to unfold it at any time.
Although he once nailed Cundi with one shot, it was successful with the help of Luohu, which does not mean that he is better than the saint.
In the world of the Gods, cultivation does not represent anything. In the battle between the two sides, the one who wins is often not the party with high cultivation, but the party with powerful spiritual treasure formations.
If you are not careful, you may capsize in the gutter and die in this ghost place.
Being careful is better than being careless.
He held the Qinglian sword in his right hand, and his whole body was still covered with glass ghost fire. Zishou walked forward slowly.
The tunnel in front leads to the ground, and the hotter it gets, there are many earthen rooms on both sides of the tunnel, but I can't dare to go in rashly, for fear of provoking something.
As the sound becomes clearer and clearer, the more nervous the child becomes. What kind of children can be there in this ghost place? Maybe some strange creature makes a tempting sound.
A corner turned around in front, and the sound came from the floor room at the corner.
The floor room was extremely dark, and I couldn't see my five fingers.
However, after being swept away by divine thoughts, I still discovered something.
"Wait...people?"
Zishou narrowed his eyes and looked into the depths of the floor.
There were three or four sarcophagus in the ground room, all of which were open, and it seemed that the things inside had gone, and the direction of the sound was next to the sarcophagus.
"Get out for the Lone King!" Zi was yelling and directly used the pressure of the quasi-saint.
A little girl of five or six years old crawled out next to the sarcophagus, wearing a white skirt, was now covered with dirt and dirt.
Her little hands like a cat-scratched her sarcophagus, and she poked her little head out half. Her big watery eyes were staring at Zishou innocently and timidly, as if she was about to cry.
Zishou:...
Little...loli?
Three years of hard earnings, no loss to shoot?
"Who are you?" Zishou did not relax his vigilance just because he was a little girl, but walked slowly into the dirt room with a sword, paying attention to whether there was anything else around the dirt room.
The little girl opened her big eyes and gently bit her lower lip with tears hanging on the corners of her eyes, like a little cat abandoned in the wild.
"Are you human?" Zishou's tone calmed down a little and walked towards the little girl slowly.
The little girl shrank slightly and looked at the green lotus sword in Zishou's hand with some fear.
"It should be a human?" He couldn't notice any cold breath on the little girl. Zishou put away the green lotus sword and the glazed ghost fire also took back his heart. However, he was still on guard against the little girl, and his eyes were flowing, as long as this
If the little girl has problems, he will immediately activate the intermediate Zhuxian Sword Formation to kill her.
The little girl raised her head. She was not big. She had just reached Zishou's waist and looked at Zishou with big eyes with distinct black and white eyes.
"Can you talk?" Zishou tried to communicate.
The little girl didn't say anything, just looked at Zishou.
Zishou reached out to touch the girl's head. The girl retreated and dodged, but her back was against the hole wall. She opened her beautiful big eyes, as if she was afraid that Zi would hurt her.
Zishou reached out and rubbed her little head. Her hair was very soft, as if she was touching a kitten.
Zishou originally wanted to try whether she was a human or a ghost, but this rubbing became a bit addictive.
The little girl showed a disgusting expression, which made Zishou laugh.
"It's a living person, strange, how come there are living people here?"
"Is it the daughter of Drought?"
"Then the question is, who did the drought be with?"
Zi was full of random thoughts, but at this moment, the little girl suddenly ran over and bumped into his arms, and said in a slight voice: "Father."
Zishou's smile froze, and messy thoughts floated through his mind.
"Xi become a father? A takeover?"
"Is this my birth from Drought and I?"
"What a f*ck! I haven't seen a drought before! I'm taking a semen out of thin air?"
"It's not the daughter of the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, is it? The Holy Mother of Fire Spirit hides herself to give birth to a daughter? Is it the child of the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit and Yuan Hong? I regard me as a father? Let me be an honest person?"
"What are you thinking about when you are trampling on horses? You don't grow so fast even if you take hormones!"
"Is it the child I gave birth to seven or eight years ago? I haven't traveled through time seven or eight years ago!"
He shook his head hard and threw all the unrealistic ideas out. Zishou pulled the little girl away and frowned, "Why are you calling me father?"
The little girl hugged her thighs and seemed to be able to call her father.
Zi was asked several times but still failed: "I am gone, stay here and die for yourself!"
The little girl let go of Zishou's thighs, raised her head, and the mist surging in her eyes, biting her lips, as if she wanted to cry, and she was as pitiful as she looked.
Zishu's mouth twitched slightly. He thought he was not a kind person, but he couldn't bear to see the little girl's big eyes that burst into tears and her timid expression.
He picked up the little girl and clamped it under his arm, as if he was holding a kitten, sighed: "Forget it, for the sake of being a human, the Lone King will take you back to Chaoge. If you dare to make small moves,
I'll kill..."
Before he could finish his words, the little girl was about to cry again.
Zishu's mouth twitched hard and took back his harsh words.
When he walked out of the dirt room with the little girl in his arms, a thought came to his mind: "Can this be the daughter of the Hanba? Otherwise, how could it appear here? Holding her may be able to avoid zombies."
"Yaah..." The little girl suddenly bit her finger gently, and her big eyes that were so cute that she looked at the authentic side.
Zishou looked down at the little girl, then followed the little girl's gaze, and his face changed slightly.
Two men with all their bodies hidden in the black robe were walking from left to right, wearing evil ghost masks on their faces, with a depressed aura on their bodies and a strong cultivation level.
"who is he?!"
"I don't know, does it appear here..."
"Honor Xu said to kill all living people who entered!"
The two men in black robe communicated in a low voice, their eyes emitting a wolf-like light, and then slowly walked towards Zishou.