Bai Yixiao and Mo Ran both knew that this little girl's situation was not normal.

It's like ...... Wash the meridians and cut the marrow!

In this very special situation, they can't send people somewhere else.

In the end, they decided to drive back to Jincheng overnight and take the little girl to the apartment of Mo Dye first.

On the way back, it was ink dyeing driving.

Bai Yi smiled and looked at the black girl lying on a row of chairs behind him.

He took a photo with a complicated mood and sent a WeChat message to his grandfather to confirm whether the other party's current situation was dangerous and what he needed to do.

Of course, Bai Yixiao was worried that the little girl would think too much, so he didn't make a voice, but typed.

Grandpa Bai's reply was faster.

"Later, you will send the little girl into the master bedroom, the room with the bathroom, and prepare a set of clean clothes for the family, and then don't disturb her."

"And then what are we going to do?"

And so on. By the way, don't let anything or anyone bother her. ”

Bai Yi looked back at the black little girl again, and finally sighed deeply.

It seems that now, he can only wait.

However, Bai Yixiao was worried that the little girl would be depressed...... What a beautiful little girl, how uncomfortable it is to suddenly become so dark, and to be unable to see her fingers in the middle of the night.

Although temporarily......

Bai Yi smiled and tried to comfort Lin Rui, "Little sister, don't worry, I sold you that lightning strike wood, if something happens to you, I will definitely be responsible for you." ”

Lin Rui, who was reassuring Qibao in his mind and saying that he was fine: ......

God is in charge!

If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't get excited and hit people now, the ash and carbon on her body would crack open, and then reveal her body......

Lin Rui really wants to give this Bai Yi a set of dragon lowering eighteen palms!

Although Bai Yixiao looked unreliable, he didn't dare to be ambiguous, but according to his grandfather's instructions, he moved the black charcoal girl Lin Rui into the ink-dyed bedroom, and thoughtfully changed a new set of sheets and bedding.

Then, there was a set of very girly clothes.

The clothes were bought at the store just now, and they were all washed and dried in a washing machine with a dryer, so they can be worn directly.

Then he withdrew with Ink Dye and closed the door.

In the middle of the night, Bai Yixiao sat side by side on the sofa with Mo Ran, watching a movie that I didn't know what it was.

Bai Yixiao remembered the WeChat message sent by his grandfather, he choked up and said, "Heitu, you say, is she really washing the scriptures?" Wouldn't that be able to be cultivated all at once, it's too powerful! ”

Unlike him, he was beaten by his grandfather since he was a child, and only then did he stagger to the second level of qi refining, and he couldn't even cast the simplest mortal-level spells.

Ink Ran bowed his head, took a sip of his coffee, and said, "This is her chance." ”

was able to buy the 10,000-year-old lightning strike wood that Bai Yixiao picked up from the old house by mistake, and also encountered a thunderstorm weather that was rare in a century.

Originally, they thought it was the lightning that struck the wooden comb.

But now I realize that it was that little girl, the one who saved a plane!

And how did that little girl let the 10,000-year-old lightning strike wood and the huge thunder and lightning contribute to her washing the marrow?

Unknown.

Bai Yixiao has experience this time, and no longer grabs ink-dyed black coffee to drink.

He obediently took a cold Coke for himself, took a big sip, and then said with emotion, "Well, the old man has always taught me about the problem of chance, and said that cultivation depends not only on talent, but also on fate, anyway, I have always felt that I have no fate with cultivation." ”

He has been cultivating for so long under the old man's stick, at most, he can strengthen his body.

"Whether there is fate or not, it's not up to you to say it yourself. You can't see ......."