(Jiluo Mountain, Hall of Return)

Ever since he learned that Jiang Nanjun had been trapped in the demon clan's private prison, Xi Mutong had been thinking hard about finding a way to save him. She paced back and forth in the hall of return, but she could not find a feasible clue.

After experiencing a turmoil, the pattern of the Three Realms has changed, and no matter whether it is the immortal clan or the demon clan, there is no one to discuss. After thinking about it, she simply walked to the table, quickly sharpened the ink in the inkstone, and then picked up the pen and wrote two names on the paper: Elder Nanfeng and Yunqing.

There is no doubt that these two people are in a gang, and they are wolves and conspire with evil. Since it was Nanfeng who caught Jiang Nanjun, Yunqing must not be able to get out of it, no matter which of them is found, Jiang Nanjun can be saved. But what if none of them could find it?

"Ghost King, you deceived me so hard!" Xi Mutong looked at Yun Qing's name, his eyes seemed to have frozen, and what was condensed with the ice was even more murderous.

She was at a loss for what these two people were doing, so she had to hold the pen and hesitantly write the third name on the other end of the white paper: Son of Heaven.

In order to be able to consider the whole situation from an objective standpoint, she has tried her best to force herself, and regard the Son of Destruction and the Northern Fox Monk Yufeng as two different people. After a long time, this method really worked.

By destroying the Son of Heaven, you can dig out the whereabouts of Elder Nanfeng, and then find the location of the Demon Clan's private prison. However, according to the direction where she came out of Pear Blossom Pass at that time, the only thing that could be determined was that the Tomb of Despair was probably north of the Tianshan Mountains, and as for the specific location and how to enter, she didn't know anything, so what should this be?

She was scribbling on the paper with a frown, but Shui Ling'er walked in with light steps, and she was still humming a little song in her mouth.

"Auntie, you're really here!" said the boy happily.

"Ling'er, why are you in such a good mood today?

"Auntie, of course Ling'er is happy! Aunt Feng is fully recovered today, and just now I also let me appreciate her unique skills, Feng Dance for nine days! That kung fu is so beautiful, Ling'er is the first time in her life to see it, it is estimated that the fairy in the Yao Pond dances, and she doesn't dance as well!"

This kid actually compared Feng Ni's hard kung fu with the fairy dancing, and Xi Mutong almost didn't laugh out loud. When she heard that Feng Nie had recovered, she was also deeply relieved, and finally put down her pen and asked with a smile: "Oh?

Shui Ling'er nodded vigorously, "Yes, it's so good, but it's ......"

"But what? Why do you always talk and sputter?" she looked at him, her tone slightly reproachful, but her eyes full of love.

"However, Aunt Feng said that she couldn't stay in Jiluo Mountain for a long time, otherwise it would bring more trouble to my aunt, so I wrote a letter to you and left. ”

"What?Feng'er is already gone?" Xi Mutong stood up from his chair in surprise and said hurriedly: "You kid, why didn't you come to sue me earlier?"

"Because...... Because Aunt Feng didn't let me say it, she said that if she told her in advance, her aunt would definitely keep her, but since the immortal people couldn't tolerate her, why bother to stay here and make you in a dilemma......"

Shui Ling'er was actually very reluctant to Fengni, but seeing the attitude of those immortals, she also felt that she should not stay here for a long time. But as soon as Xi Mutong was angry, he didn't know if he had done something wrong, his face turned red, and he gently put the letter on her desk.

Xi Mutong's desolation came back to his heart, sat back in his chair, and sighed: "Hey, let's go, Tong'er is incompetent, and I can't keep your ......" (to be continued.) )