Lao Grey pointed at the ice coffin and said, "Do you know who she is?"

Fang Mu shook his head and signaled that he didn't know.

Lao Hui waved his hand, and the blue light spots in the sky suddenly dissipated, and a pretty face appeared in the sky.

"Old Liu said I was wrong, I don't know whether it is right or wrong, whether it is right or wrong, you can tell me whether it is right or wrong."

The scenery in front of Fang Mu suddenly changed, and then appeared in a new place.

Lao Hui appeared beside Fang Mu and said, "Look at it."

...

In the deep mountains, a young man appeared, covered in wounds and stumbled by.

Behind him, several figures were chasing him non-stop.

"Hui Qi, hand over the bloody spirit son. We will spare your life for your Qinglian Temple!"

The leader held a long banner in his hand and shouted at the young man.

These people dress in ancient costumes, which is completely different from their current clothes.

Fang Mu turned around and looked at Lao Hui and said, "Hui Qi?"

Lao Hui nodded and said, "This is one of my friends."

Fang Mu twitched his lips and said, "There is no one here, you don't have to hide it."

"Cough cough." Lao Hui coughed: "Continue to watch."

Fang Mu curled his lips, said nothing else, and continued to look at the situation in the field.

Hui Qi was covered in wounds, but he held a blood-red grass tightly in his hand, with despair and uneasiness in his eyes.

Several people chased after him, looked at Hui Qi, and said disdainfully: "Little Qinglian Temple dares to take the treasures on its own, it's really a laughing tooth."

"Even if I die, I will not let you get a bargain." A trace of determination flashed in Hui Qi's eyes, and he swallowed the Blood Spirit Son.

"not good!"

The man holding the long banner changed his face. Not only did he not take action, but he immediately prepared to escape, but it was too late.

Hui Qi, who had swallowed the Blood Spirit Son, rushed over with blood red eyes. After just a few encounters, the ground was covered with corpses.

Hui Qi was not feeling well. After dealing with all the enemies, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground without knowing the situation.

More than ten minutes later, a woman in green suddenly appeared and saw the corpses all over the ground, wrinkled her nose.

"Humans are really, killing each other is so hateful." The woman in green frowned, and when she saw Hui Qi's chest undulating, her eyes lit up: "There is still a living person?"

She ran to Huiqi and looked at Huiqi's nose. She was sure Huiqi was still alive and couldn't help but get entangled.

Whether to save or not is a problem.

Fang Mu looked back at Lao Hui and found that since the woman in blue appeared, Lao Hui's face showed tenderness.

The woman in green was struggling for a long time, and finally waved her fist and made up her mind: "Save!"

"Grandma said that everything has a spirit. You can ignore it according to the laws of life and death, but you cannot save it when you encounter other situations!"

Thinking of this, the woman in green supported the unconscious Hui Qi and disappeared at the end of the woods.

At this time, the picture began to blur, and in a blink of an eye appeared in a village.

Hui Qi lay on the bed, opening his mouth with difficulty.

The woman in green carefully held the bowl and fed the medicine soup in the bowl to Hui Qi.

An old woman stood next to her, and the old woman said hoarsely: "Xiaoqing, humans and demons cannot be together, let alone..."

Xiaoqing turned around, her face turned red, and she defended: "Grandma, what did you say? I just saved him, and he lost his memory. How could I..."

"It's impossible." The old woman walked out tremblingly: "You will be the king of the blue mountains in the end. Don't forget your mission and lead everyone to live a better life."

Xiaoqing's hand froze, lowered her head and said, "Xiaoqing understands."

The hands that feed the medicine are trembling slightly, showing the uneasiness in the owner's heart.

...

The picture blurred again, and the place where it appeared this time was a huge lake.

Fang Mu raised his eyebrows, thinking of the lake where he had tents before, and sighed without leaving, and he really returned to where the dream began.

There is a light boat on the lake, Xiaoqing and Huiqi sitting on the boat, slowly swinging with the lake water.

Xiaoqing leaned on Hui Qi's shoulder and whispered: "Brother Ah Wu, grandma's life span is over. I will pass the demon power tomorrow. I'm afraid..."

When Hui Qi heard the word "demonic power", he seemed to remember something, but it was very vague and his brows frowned deeply.

Seeing Hui Qi's appearance, Xiaoqing raised her hand and touched his forehead, worriedly saying, "Does it hurt again?"

Hui Qi shook his head, held Xiaoqing's hand tightly, and said, "It's okay, from tomorrow, you will be the king of the Blue Mountains. Some things will be used to them after doing them for a long time."

Xiaoqing nodded, leaned on Huiqi's shoulder, and began to sing.

"Lalala..."

The melodious song echoes in the lake, the birds stay and the beasts stop.

Hui Qi looked at Xiaoqing singing, and suddenly felt reluctant to part with his eyebrows, but he quickly covered it up.

Close your eyes and listen to Xiaoqing's singing, Hui Qi's mouth raised happily.

The picture blurred again, and when it appeared again, it had already arrived at the center of the village.

There are already many people surrounding the village. To be precise, except Hui Qi, who is a human, are all monsters.

The old woman pressed her hand on Xiaoqing's head, and the powerful demonic power poured in.

A blue light appeared on Xiaoqing's body, and the light became more and more hot. When it reached a limit, it suddenly contracted back.

Half an hour later, the old woman withdrew her hand and her body turned into ashes and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Xiaoqing opened her eyes and looked around in confusion, as if she understood something, and burst into tears.

The demons around were not moving. This was what every king needed to experience, and it was her destiny - leading the demons in the Blue Mountains to live better without fighting.

Xiaoqing fainted from crying. When she opened her eyes again, she was already in her cabin.

"Brother Wu?"

In the wooden house, Hui Qi sat at the table. When he saw Xiaoqing wake up, he rushed over immediately.

Xiaoqing pointed to his heart and said softly: "Brother Ah Wu, I... hurts so much here."

Hui Qi touched Xiaoqing's head, said nothing, and hugged Xiaoqing in his arms.

As his eyes flashed, no one knew what Hui Qi was thinking.

The picture is blurry, and in the blink of an eye there is another scene.

This is a Taoist temple, with the three words "Qinglian Temple" written on it.

Hui Qi knelt in front of a middle-aged man in gray robe, lowering his head and silent.

The middle-aged man in gray robe said expressionlessly: "Where have you been during the time you disappeared?"

Hui Qi shook his head and said, "Sheng master, I lost my memory and was rescued by a farmer. I have only found my memory recently and rushed back immediately."

Regarding Xiaoqing, Hui Qijue will not mention it.

"Where is the Blood Spirit Son?" The host frowned and asked, "Where is the Blood Spirit Son now?"

"I'll eat it, they'll snatch it." Hui Qi whispered.

The audience owner was stunned, then shook his head and sighed.

"Forget it, it's the Dharma-Ending Age after all. If you want to resist the coming of the era, you can only rely on those demons..."

In the Taoist temple, the faint voice of the temple owner echoed...
Chapter completed!