Chapter 467
Listening to the angry and aggrieved questioning in his ears, Yun Jin lowered his eyes with a cold expression and stared at the familiar cotton seed on the ground.
The brilliance is restrained and the spiritual energy is completely hidden. Even if one uses spiritual consciousness to explore it, one cannot sense any vitality contained therein.
Everything seemed to have returned to the starting point, back to when she first saw the cotton seed five years ago.
Yun Jin is not good at speaking, and she never needs to express anything in words. Someone will prepare everything for her, and no one will ask her to be considerate to anyone.
But now, a tiny cotton seed is so willful that it can turn against you at any time.
Clearly, half a minute ago, it was still happily hugging her and calling her mommy...
Pick up the cotton seeds on the ground.
She was originally going to throw the cotton seeds into the Qiankun bag again, but her mind moved. Maybe she thought of the "tragedy" five years ago, or because of something else, but after a brief hesitation, she did not put the cotton seeds into the Qiankun bag again.
Instead, he left the house with cotton seeds in his hand and went outside to buy a long, thin red rope from a busy roadside stall.
After a moment, the cotton seeds were wrapped in a pattern made of red ropes and held in Yun Jin's hand.
She was thinking about where to hang the cotton seed.
Wrist, neck, or...
Yunkong looked at Mianmian, who was dangling from the hilt of the Zhu'e Sword. After wanting to say something again and again, he finally fell silent.
Son, it’s not necessary for us to have this mother, right?
Who has ever seen a mother who ties her daughter to the hilt of a sword like a pendant? !
You sword cultivators are truly... invincible!
Yunmian also fell silent.
She felt the faint joy when the Sword of Slaying Evil hummed, and the grievances that had been accumulating in her heart slowly turned into an inexplicable emotion.
Angry, want to bite, want to fight with swords, want...
But even so, the child continued to sway back and forth sullenly, until he felt dizzy, but he refused to turn back into human form.
Until late at night.
Yun Jin sat cross-legged in the mansion and practiced meditation.
She placed the sword to kill evil horizontally on the corner of her moon-white gown.
Feeling her long breathing, his mind completely immersed in the gradualness, the cotton seed that was lying on her hem along with the Zhue Sword moved slightly.
Yunkong held his breath.
I watched the cotton seed jump twice, and finally break free from the red rope, and transform into a white and clean little cotton boy on the bed.
She squatted beside Yunjin, angrily stabbed the sword of killing evil, and glared at her mother fiercely.
"You'll regret this!" The kid puffed up his cheeks and grumbled harshly, then jumped under the bed.
He jumped down and walked out a few steps, then turned back and walked to the bed.
First, he grabbed the ball of light that was so confusing that he put it on his head. Then, he secretly covered the scabbard and hilt of the Sword of the Evil Slayer and put it in his arms. Finally, he glared at his mother:
"I'm going to run away from home. If some bad guy picks me up and sells me, you won't have a daughter anymore!"
Yunmian always keeps his word, and is now seriously carrying out the threats he made before.
After saying this, the child really turned around and left.
Dragging the sword that was as tall as himself, he walked out aggressively step by step.
He was very courageous and never looked back once.
Yunkong: "..."
The ball of light changed direction above Mianmian's head, and secretly glanced at Yunjin who was still sitting cross-legged on the bed, then looked at Mianmian who was dragging the sword of Zhu'e and walking without any quietness, and silently shrank back to reduce his presence.
I don’t know whether I should tell Mianmian that when people in the world of immortal cultivation practice, they are not really sleeping, nor are they focusing on themselves. Instead, they will release all their spiritual consciousness out of the body to perceive the heaven and earth and practice.
In other words...Mianmian's every move, every word and deed are actually covered by Yunjin's spiritual sense, perhaps even clearer than seeing with the eyes and hearing with the ears.
Yunkong wanted to say it, but he was afraid that Mianmian would get angry and humiliated after hearing it, and would hold the sword in hand and destroy the house.
So after a brief hesitation of less than a second, it pretended that it knew nothing.
Anyway, the losses that Mianmian has suffered due to her lack of education and common sense are at least eight hundred dollars, so this one shouldn't be a big deal, right?
_
Yun Jin indeed watched the little fellow transform and steal his sword and leave in broad daylight.
She also heard with her own ears the child's angry threats and the words that he would run away from home and be sold by bad guys.
Watching the little man, who was not even as tall as the Zhu'e Sword, walking menacingly into the darkness, Yun Jin strangely did not feel threatened at all. Instead, he felt a little amusing and helpless.
Didn't he say he had experienced many worlds? Why did his behavior and personality remain the same as his appearance, like a child who hadn't grown up?
Yun Jin even felt that in her memory, when she was just one month old, she might have been much more stable than the puffy little guy outside the door.
Within the range of spiritual perception, the child shrouded in the night was dragging the defenseless Evil-Slaying Sword farther and farther away.
When Yun Mian dragged the sword out of the mansion and walked straight in a certain direction, Yun Jin's eyebrows moved slightly, but in a flash, her figure disappeared from the room.
"Mianmian, where are we going?" Yunkong squatted on top of Mianmian's head, feeling the violent and bloody wind lurking in the desolate surroundings. He was a little worried that the child would really run back and sell himself again.
Yun Mian did not answer Yun Kong's words immediately. Instead, she frowned and unhappily threw the sword that she had stolen with great effort to the ground.
The Sword of Execution fell to the ground in confusion, and the hilt and blade fell out of the scabbard. The sharp cold blade reflected the dim moonlight in the sky, and it looked so miserable that it did not have any of the murderous aura that Yun Jin had when he held it in his hand and slaughtered everyone.
The next second, it was poked rudely by a small hand, and an even more rude voice from a child came from above: "You are so heavy! I can't lift it. Can you make it smaller?"
Evil-killing Sword: "???"
What the hell does it have to do with me if you can't lift it?!
Why do you want me to become smaller? Can't you just work harder?!
Its resistance was obviously useless. Not only that, it was also threatened by this little kid who was not as tall as it.
The tender, white and slender fingers were only a hair's length away from touching the sword's blade that could cut through iron like mud. If the Sword of the Evil Slayer had not subconsciously restrained all of its sword energy, the little brat's hand that was approaching would have been strangled by the sword energy!
The spirit sword hummed, as if angrily asking her if she wanted to die.
Yun Mian held the hilt with one hand and put the other hand close to the blade, looking like a villain who forced a woman into prostitution. Her soft and tender voice was particularly gentle and harmless: "If you don't get smaller and lighter, I will go back and tell mom that you cut my hand and made it bleed."
Zhue Evil Sword: Bah! You little snitch! My master won't listen to your nonsense!
The next second after it finished cursing, it received its master's cold and clear command in its soul: "Listen to her."
Evil-killing Sword: "..."
The mighty sword that kills evil, which is omnipotent in the entire world of immortal cultivation and can kill gods and ghosts, and is ranked in the top three in the list of divine weapons, when has it ever suffered such a great injustice? !
But the Sword Master has spoken...
Yun Mian looked at the sword that had shrunk into the shape of a dagger. Her eyes, which were originally filled with anger, were stunned for a moment, and then gradually bent into a beautiful crescent, sparkling as if all the stars in the sky were hidden in her eyes.
"You are so good~"
After a beating, give him a sweet date immediately.
The Sword of Execution trembled indignantly. It didn't appreciate such disgusting compliments!
Unfortunately, Yunmian couldn't hear its rebuttal.
The child picked up the shrunken sword, looked at it back and forth in the dim moonlight for a few times, and finally remembered to answer Yunkong's previous question.
"I'm going to get my money back~"
Yunkong was at a loss: "Your money? Where did you get it——"
The sound of the light ball suddenly stopped. After two breaths, it trembled and said, "Mianmian...the money you are talking about, could it be the money that Granny Chen got from selling you?!"
Yun Mian nodded heavily: "Yes! We agreed that she would sell more to me. I will ask her for more when I come out of Duobao Pavilion!"
Yunkong: "..."
It no longer wanted to make any more futile persuasion, because it knew very well that no matter whether Mianmian really believed what the other party said or not, it would definitely get what it wanted on this trip.
He was just a cultivator in the Jindan stage, and he couldn't even keenly sense the puppet strings that were entangled like a spider web around his heart.
The lives of that group of people and traffickers have long been in Mianmian's hands in every sense.
As for their souls... you can find out by referring to a certain guardian in Duobao Pavilion who is in the out-of-body stage.
The city of Fusheng was dead silent under the night sky, but in certain specific areas, countless people quietly lost their lives in the extravagant and prosperous life.
Luoyan Tower.
Lu Zhi, with her jewelry jingling, leaned in the arms of an alchemist with a sweet smile, holding the corner of a cold jade-green wine glass in her mouth. She leaned over and raised her head to pour the fragrant wine in the glass into the alchemist's mouth.
This action caused absurd and wanton cheers from all around.
Yun Kongfei stood in front of Mianmian and wanted to help block her view.
Then the child caught it easily with his hands.
"Mianmian, don't look here..." Its anxious voice of persuasion was completely drowned out by the child's clear and puzzled eyes.
"What's going on here?" Yunmian asked it in a low voice.
Yunkong: "...Nothing, doesn't Mianmian think this place looks terrible?"
It was originally intended to be not suitable for children.
Unexpectedly, the child stared at the meat, vegetables and drinks on the table, smacking his lips, holding his stomach and saying eagerly: "Kongkong, I'm so hungry. If I ask for less money, will Granny Chen also let me eat these delicious foods?"
Yunkong: "..."
No, give up!
But it was also because the children were hungry that Yunkong and Yunjin, who was hiding somewhere, suddenly realized that although Mianmian had transformed, except for eating a few snacks from Luzhi, it seemed that she had never eaten human food since she came to this world!
So the question is: Does a small cotton grass need to eat after it transforms?
She hasn't reached the stage of fasting yet. When that day comes, will she fast on spiritual springs, sunshine, and soil, or on three meals a day?
Just when Yunkong gave up on letting Mianmian see the absurdity in the room, the childish voice of the little boy rang out softly again: "Actually, I know what you want to say. Don't worry, Mom doesn't like bad kids, so Mianmian will never become a bad kid."
She will not become the bullying and kidnapping and selling of children, Granny Chen, nor will she become one of those monks who indulge in sensual pleasures.
As for the interaction between Lu Zhi and Dan Xiu just now, Yun Mian poked the light ball and asked it curiously: "Why is this Dan Xiu willing to drink Lu Zhi's saliva? Did Lu Zhi secretly give him money?"
Could it be that the money from selling your own property is being used?
The money-loving Mianmian suddenly became alert, and even the sword for killing evil was tightly grasped by her.
As soon as Dayu Yunkong said "yes", she immediately rushed out with her sword drawn, ready to chop people and rob money.
Mian Mian: The first sword to become an immortal is to kill the bad guy who spent my money first! !
Well, the sword that turns into a dagger should also be considered a sword, right?
Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine:
1 floating life;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution:
Zishujun 89 bottles;
KING 60 bottles;
It is Xiaoxi & Ya 20 bottles;
12 bottles of Heart Dust Smoke;
Xingya and Yangyang are both good, 10 bottles;
2 bottles of Yansi Sheng;
Weeds 1 bottle;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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