The little Pegasus felt depressed and asked the Haotian Stone Book for the reason.
Haotian Shishu smiled nonchalantly and said leisurely: "Which strong person doesn't have to go through all kinds of difficulties and dangers to break out on his own. She is not following her. If she expects me to take action whenever she encounters difficulties, then
What’s the point of venturing out this time?”
Having said that, considering the miserable situation in Mustard Seed Space, Little Pegasus was still very concerned.
So Haotian Stone Book said again: "Dangers and sufferings need to be experienced by oneself. If you can't bear such a little setback, just rely on your beauty and talent in alchemy to climb a high branch and become a pampered young lady."
"Being a charming young lady?"
The little Pegasus suddenly trembled, thinking of his master, the bird, leaning on Shangshan's arms...
Hey, I dare not think about it.
It is more harmonious and appropriate to rely on the master's shoulders as the Shangshan Jiao Didi.
The little Pegasus moved its hooves irritably, swung her bangs and asked again: "You are very capable. You can do whatever you say. But in the mustard space, is there any way to recover quickly?"
The master is from the human race, and he is mingling openly among the demons all over the city. If his secret is exposed, he will suffer.
Without the Mustard Seed Space to rely on for hiding and rushing, Little Pegasus was even more panicked than An Qingli.
"Yes, there is, but it's just a fairyland, so don't join in the fun."
Haotianshi glanced at the little Pegasus, and then at An Qingli who closed his eyes to meditate, and said calmly: "Don't panic. Look at your master, and then look at you. The Mustard Seed Space is the same as you and me.
They are all external possessions. Look at your master, as long as he is alive, everything will be fine."
The little Pegasus also looked back at An Qingli, and then said: "The master is the master, and I am me. We beasts don't compare with humans when it comes to character. The master can sleep, but I can't."
An Qingli, who was too tired, fell asleep with his eyes closed while sitting cross-legged and meditating.
The sound of breathing is long.
In the demon territory, Bingfeng is responsible for keeping watch.
Amid his long breathing, An Qingli frowned slightly, as if he was dreaming.
In the dream, An Qingli's legs were intact, and he was holding the multi-eyed devil in his hands, banging, banging, banging on the bluestone floor, just like he was smashing the chicken with his bare hands when he first ascended.
The Multi-Eyed Demon Lord is powerful in nature and can be thrown too easily.
But in the dream, An Qingli was so powerful that even in the Demon King realm, in her hands, he was as weak as that pheasant.
"Bang bang bang!"
An Qingli showed off his power and smashed it heartily.
"Bang bang bang!"
The multi-eyed demon was severely beaten.
"Don't smash it, don't smash it..."
The Multi-Eyed Demon Lord shouted and begged for mercy with tears streaming down his face.
"Haha, you won't smash it if you say you won't!"
In the dream, An Qingli held his head high, laughed to the sky, and even picked up the Demon Lord with one hand, moving left and right, forward and back, spinning in a circle, and smashed him hard.
The happiness in the dream appeared on their faces, and the little ones saw An Qingli smiling while sleeping.
Little Jintan was sitting in the Anqingli Divine Mansion and said to the other little ones: "It's okay, it's normal to have sweet dreams."
So the little ones also laughed.
But in the dream, An Qingli swung the Multi-Eyed Demon Lord up high like a hammer, and then slammed it on the ground.
With a "boom", the hard bluestone shattered into spider webs.
An Qingli raised the black torso in his hand and tried to hit it harder again.
And at this moment, the black torso suddenly turned around with a face, a pitiful face that was familiar yet unfamiliar, with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
"Apprentice...disciple...don't smash it..." The face opened its mouth, revealing a few withered black teeth, and begged for mercy miserably, "It hurts so much, apprentice, don't smash it..."
An Qingli's hand shook, and the little ones noticed An Qingli's body sitting cross-legged and also shook.
"How could this happen?" An Qingli's heart tightened and she thought a little guilty.
It was as if he realized he was dreaming, or perhaps trapped in some illusion.
"It hurts so much, apprentice..." In the dream, the gap-toothed body gradually turned into a rickety old man, hugging his legs and crying loudly, "Evil disciple, you are so filial..."
An Qingli's body trembled again and he woke up completely.
"Qingli, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Lingxi quickly raised her head and asked.
An Qingli quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead, waved his hand and said, "Nothing, I suddenly feel so filial..."
"Funny?" Xiao Lingxi opened her eyes wide, a little puzzled, and helped An Qingli wipe the cold sweat from her forehead.
"Yes, so filial...obedient." An Qingli raised his hand to touch his forehead and looked towards the Haotian Stone Book.
Haotian Stone Book exuded soft light, turned slightly, faced An Qingli, and said with a smile: "I woke up just in time. I saw that Mu Sheng's eyelids were shaking and he was about to wake up. Master and disciple are separated by the upper and lower realms.
After thousands of years, we are finally reunited alive. Do you want to come in and chat?"
An Qingli opened his mouth, but before he could speak, a few of the little ones quickly stopped in front of An Qingli as if they were facing a formidable enemy, shook their heads firmly, and said in unison: "No, no, no! Absolutely not!"
Several little ones stood in a row in front of An Qingli, shaking their heads like rattles.
"I'm worrying you." An Qingli smiled and touched a few little heads, then said calmly, "It's best not to have contact for the time being, but if you have any questions, please convey them to me."
The Haotian stone book was flipped slowly and he responded: "Okay."
A few little ones looked at the Haotian Stone Book with caution, and the little Pegasus nervously looked at An Qingfeng for luck again.
According to the definition of "country" in the upper realm, the interior of the Haotian Stone Book is its own country, just like the interior of the Mustard Seed Space exists independently.
In the Haotian Stone Book, Mu Sheng finally woke up.
It was just that the surroundings were dark and empty, like a spatial dark prison specially designed to imprison the immortals from the upper world.
Mu Sheng has been imprisoned many times, so he understands it very well.
When his memory returned, he remembered that he was bitten by a poisonous centipede and vaguely saw the luminous fairy who led him into reincarnation.
So...is he really dead?
Mu Sheng was frightened.
"Are you awake?" an old voice sounded, as if it came from ancient times.
Mu Sheng trembled all over and cried loudly. He was indeed dead.
"Why are you crying?" Haotian Stone Book was still a little confused.
But Mu Sheng was filled with unfulfilled ambitions, so how could he not cry?
After all, there is a time limit for fate, and he will eventually die.
It's a pity that he has wasted so many years in the demon country, and the demon elixir is already better than the elixir.
People outside could not hear Mu Sheng's heart-rending cry.
Moreover, an old man with a stooped figure, crying and shouting at the top of his lungs, is indeed extremely ugly.
This was a disgrace that Mu Sheng could not stand, but now this disgrace has appeared on him without any violation.
Suffering has changed the peacock.
Listening to the howling, Haotian Shishu said calmly: "Don't howl yet, your apprentice has something to tell you."