Wow!
When gingerbread arrives at Zhenxiu Peak, it's like returning to a happy old home—a paradise for foodies!
The mountain is covered with all kinds of fruit trees.
There are also fluffy little animals everywhere, and lush green vegetables growing inside the enclosures.
Ma Shu casually waved his right hand, and two large red fruits fell from the tree.
It was a strawberry the size of a durian that Gingerbread had just eaten.
"This is a red spirit fruit grown by my senior master, please try it!"
Gingerbread picked it up and took a bite, the sweet juice filling its mouth.
It's obvious that this red spirit fruit tastes better!
"So sweet!!"
She took another bite, then fawned over him, "Uncle, you're the most amazing person Bingbing has ever met!!"
Ma Shu had never seen anything like this before. Zhenxiu Peak was full of grown men, and he only had one son.
His son was a rebellious child.
The little girl is so cute! She appreciates his mount and also loves food. She's a perfect match for him!
"Is your senior master as powerful as your master?"
Ma Shu took out his storage bag and led Jiang Bingbing through the orchard, constantly filling the storage bag with spirit fruits for her.
Gingerbread sipped its saliva.
"Much better than Master!!!"
I'm sorry, Immortal Lord Qingxue, it was you who asked me to bring back more things.
Then I'll do it this way.
Is there a problem? Hehe...
"Hahahaha, I never expected that Xiaobing is the most discerning person in our Sword Sect."
Overjoyed, Ma Shu picked a whole basket of Bodhi fruits from the trees he had cultivated for a hundred years and gave them to Gingerbread.
The disciples of Zhenxiu Peak who were passing by were stunned.
They thought their master had gone mad.
Normally, when Sect Leader Wuya comes to ask for these fruits, Master cherishes them like his own life and would never give them to him.
They actually gave this junior sister so much.
Ma Shu picked a storage bag full of spiritual fruits for Jiang Bingbing, put the bag on her waist, patted Jiang Bingbing's head, and said, "Go wait for your master in the shade under the tree. Your master will go back and get you some good things."
“Okay!”
After Master Ma left.
Gingerbread bent down and rummaged through the storage bag.
A Bodhi fruit rolled down.
"My fruit!"
Gingerbread let out a soft cry, quickly hugged the storage bag tightly, and chased after it with her short legs.
This is a Bodhi fruit that's been around for a hundred years!
The terrain of the orchard slopes from high to low, and the Bodhi fruits stubbornly roll down the slope.
Just when Gingerbread thought it was impossible to catch up.
The Bodhi fruit touched the tree trunk and finally stopped moving.
She caught up with it, bent down to pick it up, carefully blew on it twice, and put the fruit back into her storage bag.
I was just about to turn back and continue waiting for my senior master.
Then I heard people whispering behind the tree.
Gingerbread: "......"
Why does this kind of thing always happen to her?!
Two voices came from behind the tree.
The younger voice said, "We haven't seen each other much lately, be careful that the fat guy doesn't spot us."
"Hmph, so what if he finds out? I'd rather he finds out and you go back to the Demon Realm instead of being an undercover agent on Treasure Peak of this damn Sword Sect." The hoarse voice continued, "Hui'er, I am your father. You should go back and inherit my mantle."
"Father, he won't let us go back until he finds out what the Demon Lord needs," the young cultivator said urgently. "He's back, you must leave quickly."
"This is the information I found out. Take it back with you."
"I'm leaving now. If there's still no progress this year, I'll find a way to bring you back to the Demon Realm."
"kindness."
The sound of something cutting through the air passed by.
Everything quieted down.
Gingerbread only dared to let go of her hands, afraid of making a sound; her lips were red from pressing them together.
What a bolt from the blue!
My God!
Why does she always seem to run into these kinds of secrets?
She scrambled upstairs, still processing the information she had just received.
There's a spy from the Demon Realm within the Sword Sect!
What information are the people from Demon Realm trying to gather?
What do they want?
As Jiang Bingbing was about to return to the orchard, she heard Uncle Ma ask from not far away, "Hui'er, have you seen the junior sister of Xianyu Peak?"
"There isn't even a male on Zhenxiu Peak, so where are we going to see any junior sisters?"
The person who replied was rude and impatient.
He spoke.
The gingerbread cake not far away looked like it had been struck by lightning!
Holy crap!
Isn't that the voice of the undercover agent she just heard?
Fatty!
To gather information.
Father of the Demon Realm.
With his keen eye for internet gossip, Gingerbread instantly picked up on the keywords. This cultivator, disguised as Master Ma's son, infiltrated the Sword Sect to gather information, but his true identity was actually the son of that demonic cultivator.
What a traitor!
Uncle Ma raised someone else's son!
The son she raised was a demonic cultivator.
This is too explosive!
"If I lose my junior sister, your Martial Aunt Qingxue will kill me. I'm so worried."
The anxious voice of Uncle Ma pulled Jiang Bingbing back to reality. Afraid that the demonic cultivator would notice something amiss, she squatted down, scooped up a handful of soil, and smeared it all over her face.
Finally, gritting his teeth, he ate another mouthful of mud.
Do these well.
Gingerbread pinched her thigh hard, squeezed out two tears, and then burst into tears.
She ran towards Uncle Ma while crying and raising her dirty little hands.
"Uncle! Waaaaaah~~~~"
When Ma Shu saw Gingerbread, who was covered in dust and dirt, not far away, her heart skipped a beat. She quickly ran over to check if she was hurt. "Little Bread, what happened? Are you hurt anywhere?"
Little Fatty Gingerbread pointed to a pit in the ground not far away.
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