Returning to the Central Plains, Ling Xuanluo inevitably experienced huge fluctuations in his heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He and Jiang Nanjun couldn't wait to rush back to Jiluo Mountain, but Zhuxing didn't want to move forward. The two had to descend to a river, trying to appease him before leaving, but unexpectedly, from behind the woods, a small flea popped out.

"Little flea, why did you appear here?" Jiang Nanjun was pleasantly surprised, and reached out to pinch his fleshy, pink and fluffy little face.

The little flea slapped his chest a few times, revealing a proud face, and said, "That's because my brother is like a god! After you all went to Yunnan, he was worried, and he was sending people to inquire about the news of the Bearded God Clan every day." I heard Emperor Haoding say that your return date is in the next few days, so you have to hurry to meet you. But he didn't run to Jiluo Mountain with great fanfare, right? In order to avoid people's eyes, he had to find a secluded place where there were few people to visit. Thinking about it, he remembered that in Sichuan, there is a barren mountain called Yehuling, which is the only way to return to the mountain, and no one will disturb it, and it is an excellent place for private meetings, so I will send a little flea to intercept it!"

"What are you talking about?, Mr. Yufeng is here too?" Ling Xuanluo asked with a thump of joy as he nodded at the little flea's nose.

This little guy didn't say anything about the explanation, and used the word "private meeting" very inappropriately, which made the two cry and laugh. However, when they heard that the Son of Heaven had come to greet him in person, how could they care about studying whether this little guy's words were appropriate?

Since Ling Xuanluo left the Tomb of Despair and went to Penglai to participate in the Tongxian Ceremony, he has never met with the Son of Desperation. Xi Mutong had an accident, even if he sent Mangtou Eagle to rescue him, in the face of such a big blow, it must be difficult to deal with himself.

How he survived those days, Ling Xuanluo couldn't imagine. After meeting Jiang Nanjun, although I was finally able to inquire about his current situation, the worries in my heart not only did not decrease in the slightest, but accumulated more and more.

Even if the trip to Yunnan is almost every day, he licks the blood and is thrilling, he is still worried about the caracious day and night, looking forward to meeting as soon as possible to tell the parting feelings. I didn't think that as soon as he came back, he appeared at the junction of the two provinces, how could he not be excited?

He was in a hurry, but someone was more anxious than him, Jiang Nanjun's voice trembled, urging the little flea and said, "Where is Brother Yufeng Xian now?

The little flea scratched his belly, stopped his long speech, and said happily, "Okay, please come with me!" and led them into the woods.

Zhu Xing, who had a temper, kept burying his head deep in his arm in order not to listen to Ling Xuanluo and Jiang Nanjun's speech, pretending that he had no head. But after all, he grew a head, and as soon as he raised it, he saw a little doll that was pink and tender and looked like a lotus root, and his mood immediately rose, and he ran to the little flea three times and two times, shouting that he wanted to play with him.

The little flea's attention was originally focused on the two of them, but he saw an old man with snow-white hair and a wrinkled face, posing as a child, and pounced on him with his teeth and claws.

"Mom, who is this!" He was so frightened that he screamed "Wow", and then blinked, and he jumped out three meters away.

Zhuxing was bullied by Ling Xuanluo, and the grievances in his heart did not disperse, and it was easy for someone who he thought was the same age as him, thinking that he had a company, but this little friend was so afraid of himself, and now he was sad again, and his wrinkled mouth was about to cry loudly.

(To be continued.) )