"That's great, that's great, you just lost your voice!" Xue Qing couldn't help but say.
The furry head in her arms nodded slightly, indicating that she was right.
Xiao Ling had indeed only lost its voice. It could hear, see, and even smell the faint fragrance on Xue Qing's body. It was truly a lucky beast.
Xiao Ling was excited to leave Longqian Creek. His four snow-white hooves kept jumping on the road, bouncing with every step, which made Xue Qing, who was sitting on him, frown and want to laugh.
She pinched its brown furry ears and said, "Steady, Xiaoling, steady!"
It immediately became obedient, but it only lasted three seconds.
They were full of joy and looked forward to seeing Chen Yang, but at this moment Chen Yang was in a gloomy mood.
Several branches had already appeared in this river area, making his search for Xue Qing extremely difficult. As time went by, Xue Qing's life and death became unpredictable.
Sometimes he would lose his temper and punch the river hard, splashing countless water.
He resented the fact that the shallow river beach was empty, and resented the fact that there was not a single thing related to Xue Qing left by the reefs. It was as if Xue Qing had disappeared from this world.
He no longer had enough confidence to continue searching.
"Maybe I should go back and kill all the members of the Fuyun Sect, and make Jiang Yunlan and Jiang Mang kneel in front of me and admit their mistakes! Let them pay for Xue Qing's lives!" Chen Yang said gritting his teeth.
Looking at the five river branches, his face was extremely gloomy.
Just then he suddenly saw a flash of red, hidden in the cracks of the rocks of a river branch. He frowned and hurried over.
It was a light pink headband, but it was originally supposed to be much redder than this.
"It's Xue Qing's wristband! It's Xue Qing's!" Chen Yang shouted excitedly, striding forward along the river.
The river meanders to a populated area, and more and more people gather around.
Some fishermen come to this river early in the morning to catch fish, and then sell the fish to some fishmongers, who then send the fish to various vegetable markets.
The surroundings became noisy, which made Chen Yang wonder if Xue Qing had been rescued by these fishermen.
He inquired for a while but found no clues.
The only advantage of walking along this river is that he can eat normal meals when he is hungry, and he can go to the inn and ask for a room and a bed when he is tired.
But the hope of finding Xue Qing was shaky again, and despair was about to surge from deep in my heart.
But he is a person who will never give up even if he sees no hope. As long as this river area has not reached the end, he will keep searching day by day.
I ordered a side dish and was eating it in town that day.
"Boss, boss, my brother has been arrested. Can you help me?" A tall and thin man rushed into the restaurant and pleaded directly to the restaurant owner.
The man who was packing the cabinets was using an abacus. He looked up at him and said, "How did your brother get arrested?"
"Say, say he is a demon cultivator..." the man said embarrassedly.
"Demon cultivator? Alas!" The shopkeeper shook his head: "There's nothing I can do."
Nowadays, if you have anything to do with evil, you are doomed. No one cares whether they catch the wrong person or not.
"Is your brother a demon cultivator?" someone suddenly asked loudly.
He was a customer dining in the restaurant, and he seemed to have a great resentment towards the demon cultivators.
"My brother just, just had a few words with a demon cultivator. I swear to God, he is definitely not a demon cultivator, absolutely not..." The man cried, "Please, help me, boss, I'm begging you!"
The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Go back first and wait for my news."
Your man thanked you profusely and kowtowed before leaving the restaurant.
The man who was eating slammed the table fiercely: "Boss! You really have to help him! Let me tell you, it's related to the demonic cultivators. Do you dare to mess with the people from the Dragon Tiger Sect?"
"So what if they are from Dragon Tiger Gate? They should always be reasonable." said the shopkeeper.
"But his brother is friends with the devil!" said the man who was eating.
The shopkeeper sighed softly and said, "That man is also a pitiful person."
"Boss, don't make any mistakes!" the man said again.
"Okay, stop meddling in my business." The shopkeeper was a little unhappy.
When paying the bill, Chen Yang asked, "Shopkeeper, are there any more demon cultivators now?"
During these hundred years, he seldom visited the common people, and he had no idea that ordinary people were also beginning to have connections with the demonic cultivators.
"Young people should not mention the devil cultivators outside. Nowadays, if the devil cultivators are discovered, they will be skinned alive and their tendons pulled out. Don't talk about it too much." The shopkeeper said earnestly.
"Shopkeeper, to be honest, I am also a disciple of a famous sect in another world, and I hate demonic cultivators with all my heart. I hate evil as much as I hate it. Perhaps, shopkeeper, please show me a way to kill a few demonic cultivators and do my part for the people."
Chen Yang deliberately made up a story and watched the shopkeeper's reaction.
The shopkeeper looked at him for a few seconds, obviously half-believing and half-doubting, with a slight frown on his brow, as if he had the kind of naiveté that young people have.
"The demon cultivators nowadays are very pitiful and not very powerful. They need to be killed by disciples of famous sects in your other world." said the shopkeeper.
This was the first time Chen Yang heard that demon cultivators were pitiful.
Back then, the evil spirits joined forces and killed more than half of the cultivators in the other world, almost to the point of destruction of heaven and earth.
Dongming Country, which is the closest to the alien continent, does not even dare to provide support.
Of course, this was what several elders of the Floating Cloud Sect said. At that time, he was still young, obsessed with cultivation, completely devoted to Jiang Yunlan, and had a rather naive view of worldly affairs.
Thinking of those years, Chen Yang frowned slightly, feeling as if it were a lifetime ago.
"Thank you, boss." Chen Yang said with a smile.
After leaving the restaurant, it was already late. He should have found a place to rest early and continued searching along the river bank the next morning. However, Chen Yang was not sleepy at all, so he went to a small teahouse.
The teahouse was filled with noise, obviously because of the storyteller who was spitting all over the place.
The story is well told.
As soon as Chen Yang sat down, he heard the storyteller telling a story about an evil demon. When he finished, he banged his gavel and said, "To know what happens next, wait for the next chapter!"
After he finished speaking, the people in the audience threw copper crystals onto the stage, asking the storyteller to continue.
The old man shook his head and said, "No more, no more."
Then he muttered, "I'm talking about the evil demons from a hundred years ago, not these pitiful demon cultivators of today."
Those young men with sharp ears immediately stood up and asked, "Old man, what were you mumbling about just now?"
The storyteller looked up and said, "I didn't say anything."
"Hmph, you old fool, you're still trying to deny it! You just said these demon cultivators were pitiful! Are you deliberately going against us, the Dragon Tiger Sect, and the people?"
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