Hu Qing is not exaggerating. Shui Xin's face is so good-looking. Her deep and translucent pale blue eyes can sink a person's soul at just one glance. Her fair skin and delicate lines make her look stunning no matter what angle she looks at.
People fall in love at first sight.
Like a spirit transformed from a hallucinogenic poisonous flower.
Wait—could this be his face in his previous life?
Shui Xin asked Xuan Yao to style his hair, making it handsome and noble.
Xuan Yao was shocked by his new face and became worried in just three seconds: "Uncle, my—father's arm."
Mom is no longer a mom, so he should change his tune now and adapt to the new relationship.
Shui Xin: "It will grow back if you raise it. You are so brave, you dare to sacrifice yourself."
That's put lightly.
Hu Qing looked back in surprise: "Why sacrifice yourself? I'm not stupid. The environment is not in my favor, so I have no choice but to sacrifice my own flesh and blood. If I were in Wuding, I could use the power of rules to hang those people in minutes.
Damn it. It’s different now, I’ve become a demon cultivator, haha, when I get out of seclusion, I’ll be equally prosperous in the demon realm.”
Xuan Yao didn't understand.
Shui Xin: "Your father is the Immortal Emperor of the Wu Ding world. Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"
Xuan Yao was surprised, but not much: "The martial arts world is so poor? Dad, have you been cheated?"
So Hu Qing's cold eyes locked on Shui Xin, and Shui Xin didn't dare to say anything.
Bah, it was you who tricked me.
Shui Xin: "Let's study how to get back. Xuan Yao, help me tidy up my hair. It's too much and it makes my scalp hurt."
So, why do you want to grow your hair? Are you disrespecting Buddha by going to the demonic realm?
Shui Xin: It’s not compulsory to have tonsure.
Xuan Yao was always diligent and good-tempered. He took out a large mirror and put it in front of him. He then took out a comb and many small clips, combed his hair smoothly, divided it into many strands, rolled it into a roll, clamped the roots to fix it, and looked at it briefly.
Cross the bottom five strands into a pattern, then fix and braid.
Skillful movements.
Hu Qing looked at it in a daze: "Son, could it be that you have combed your sister's hair for so many years?"
"No." Xuan Yao said.
Hu said with a relaxed tone, she would be really shameless if Hu Nuan asked Xuan Yao to comb her hair.
"My sister, I comb Leng Ruo Lin Shu's hair. Sometimes I also comb Uncle Shuanghua and Uncle Yan Ying's hair."
Hu Qing's whole body is feeling bad. Her family name is Tony?
Shui Xin glanced at her sideways in the mirror: "How else could I ask him to help me comb it?"
"Isn't that right? Are you willing to comb Leng Ruo's hair, Lan Jiu?"
That boy was as wary of other men as he was of thieves.
Xuan Yao: "Leng Ruo asked me to comb it."
Okay, Lan Jiu heard Leng Ruo.
"Dad, wait until I get my hands on my uncle's hair, and then I'll comb it for you." Xuan Yao bit the small rubber band in his mouth and knotted the braid.
Hu Qing has nothing to say. This family will never be separated without Xuan Yao.
She walked a few steps around. The yellow sand was undulating and the sky was slightly white, like washed cowboys. The whole desert was upside down, with not a single cloud or a trace of green. The wind blew through the sand grains, and there were tiny particles in the sand layer.
The sound of activity.
They don’t know how they got here. Did the wind choose the direction for them?
Although it is desolate, it is very safe.
A strong wind blew, and Hu Qing did not resist. The wind passed in a few minutes, and his head and body were covered with falling sand. The flying sand got into the damaged parts of his clothes and made his skin uncomfortable.
Hu Qing used his only left hand to lift up his clothes and shake them. Suddenly he felt something on his chest - a stone blown in?
She took it out and yelled.
The two were so frightened that they jumped over and said, "What's wrong? What's wrong? A poisonous scorpion stings you?"
Hu Qing's nose tightened, tears welled up in her eyes, and they fell down onto the things she was holding in her hands.
"I know why we were able to escape safely."
The two of them looked at what she was holding and were speechless for a moment.
It was a small paw, cut flat at the wrist, with bright silver hairs that were soft and docile, and in the center of the paw were several small fleshy pink pads.
"Huahua gave me his good luck." Hu Qing took a breath, "For such a small one, he must have lost his original demon body. If that happened to me, he must have used something that burned blood and essence.
Secret method.”
The palms of his hands trembled, and the small fleshy claws trembled: "Can he still grow hands?"
"Yes." Shui Xin said with certainty, "His demon body can recover better than yours."
The mother lost an arm and the son lost a hand. It’s true that the whole family has such a strong temper.
Shui Xin laughed at himself, didn't he chase after her too?
Xuan Yao's eyes were deep: "Dad, give it to me when you go back. If you can practice it, you can get it back."
Even if a new one grows, the old one can be refined and returned to its original form. What Hu Huahua gave him was not just a palm, but also a part of his luck sealed inside.
Wat beasts are born with good luck.
I think that the reason why I followed the wind to this safe place was because of Hu Huahua's luck.
Thinking of something, Xuan Yao hurriedly reminded: "Dad, please check again. My brother is like this. My sister was also there at the time."
Hu Qing panicked and hurriedly searched her body. If she found something from Hu Nuan again, she would really die. Hu Nuan was a human being, but he did not have the strength and willfulness of a demon body.
Fortunately, no.
But Hu Qing felt that Hu Nuan would definitely not worry about it, so he immediately asked the swallowing gold beast in space to pass a message.
The gold-swallowing beast said that Hu Nuan was not injured, and Hu Qing was relieved.
In the view of the gold-swallowing beast, Hu Nuan was fine, and whatever death anger or state of mind was just a temporary mood, it was not a problem at all.
Hu Qing couldn't bear to put Hu Huahua's palm outside, and treasured it in the space before he began to think of a way out.
"Let's not talk about anything else. I will transform into a demon first, and you guys will help me protect the law."
Hu Qing walked crookedly, missing an arm, and was not used to it for a while. She found a place leeward and signaled Shui Xin to dig a hole for her.
Shui Xin found it troublesome: "Go into your space."
Hu Qing laughed: "Is there evil energy in my space?"
Xuan Yao had already taken out the shovel to dig. Hu Qing was relieved, but when he saw Shui Xin, he was even more disgusted. What's the use of you coming here?
Demon King Ling jumped out of the space, felt the very familiar atmosphere, and laughed up to the sky: "Hahaha - I am finally back!"
Like a big villain making a comeback.
The three of them all looked at him, and Hu Qing rolled his eyes: "Are you also familiar with the Demon Realm?"
The Demon King Ling nodded: "Of course, I accept both black and white. Demons from the Demon Realm and Demon Clan from the Immortal Realm, who wouldn't treat me as an honored guest?"
Hu Qing hesitated: "A plaque to put you on their ancestral tablet?"
Demon Emperor Ling choked, and then he held his chin and thought deeply: "However, the demon realm has changed more than the fairy realm. I really can't figure out where this is."
I looked left and right, not sure.
Hu Qing sighed: The one he can count on most is Xuan Yao, who has never been here before.
"Hurry up, hurry up, I will help you transform. This is a great opportunity, you should quickly cultivate the best magic skills." The Demon King urged.
Hu Qing had a thought in his mind: "That old devil my master and his friends were besieging before, what kind of magic skill did he practice?"
Demon King Ling really knows this: "The secret of the Twelve Demon Palaces. The Twelve Demon Palaces are the twelve star palaces in the starry sky of the Demon Realm. Each star palace has a Demon Palace Lord. The Demon Palace Lord is not the one he imagined.
There are twelve ugly faces, so I guess what he practiced is basically a fragment, and it must be incomplete. Do you want to practice this? If you want, I will remember it carefully and give you the complete version."
Such matters did not require the Demon King to use his unreliable memory. Silk Bu directly reminded Hu Qing: "It is in the Encyclopedia of Demonic Cultivation."
Is there any? Hu Qing recalled it, no, she had memorized it, absolutely not.
Silk cloth said she was stupid: "What you memorized is the basic chapter, unlock the advanced chapter."
