It was dawn, Zi Luo sat obediently at the table, and Zhong Yao sat by the bed, yawning and interrogating.

"Do you still don't want to say it?"

When he was asking, he fiddled with the grass ring on his wrist.

Thanks to Zi Luo's "snatching" in secret, he discovered the wonderful use of grass rings.

The grass ring stretches into a slender whip, which is straight and coils and twists like a snake, and turns into a water grass, as if it is swaying in a torrent.

Seeing Zhongyao fiddling with grass rings in different ways, Zi Luo grinned and wanted to jump over and bite him, but she didn't dare.

The "dwelling" she knitted with her hair has been taken away by Zhongyao and has become his magic weapon.

Cao Huan completely follows Zhong Yao's intentions. If you are happy, you can weave words out of thin air. Your true ability should be to tie people and monsters.

Seeing that Zi Luo was still resisting, Zhong Yao announced: "This magic weapon is called... the demon-bound rope!"

Zi Luo finally broke out: "This is my hair, it's not a broken magic weapon at all, at least a spiritual weapon!"

"Also, if you want to name it, I should have it, it must be called Ziluo Lingsi!"

Even the names of the objects have to be taken into consideration, and they emphasize rank and qualifications everywhere. It turns out that he is a thousand-year-old monster.

Zhong Yao smiled and said, "Then call it... the demon-bound Rose first. As long as you explain honestly, it will be replaced by your name."

Zi Luo sneered: "What do you think of me, a child?"

It is also a child, and only a child emphasizes that he is not a child.

The chickens crowed outside the tent, and the dogs barked. Zhong Yao didn't want to play with her: "If you don't want to say it, just hide. Someone will come later. I haven't figured out how to explain your origin."

Zi Luo just breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhong Yao said again: "When will you explain clearly and when will you... inhale spiritual energy, this is not a joke."

It was actually not a sucking, but she established an innate cycle with Zhongyao's root and soil, and obtained innate spiritual energy from the cycle, which was no loss for Zhongyao.

The demon cultivator in the human race treats the demon as a spiritual foundation, but when he comes to this, he turns around. He becomes the spiritual foundation of the monster. Fortunately, he has the initiative.

Zi Luo's little face twitched, the painful celestial being... No, the celestial demons were fighting.

In the end, she sighed dejectedly and obeyed her true heart.

She whispered: "I have indeed forgotten a lot of things, but I still know some things related to the nightmare."

Her tone became serious: "It's a fool to want to block the nightmare. If you really want to protect the people here, take them away as soon as possible, and the further you go, the better."

Zhong Yao waved his hand: "Of course you are afraid of nightmare. Just a little bit of nightmare will make you... you used to beg for death, and you still have to ask me for help. I am not asking for your opinion, but I just want to know something from you. Whether it is useful or not can be judged by you. Let me tell you everything you still remember."

Zi Luo was so angry that her purple hair flew: "You..."

She pouted and turned her head, and hummed, "Even if I only remember a little thing, it won't be finished in three or five days. Ask me what you want to know, and you will tell you what you remember."

Zhongyao wanted to reach out and touch her head, this is a good boy.

"Do you know our Guanshan Zhong family?"

"Do you know the ancestors of the Zhong family?"

"Why are you hiding under our Zhongjia Fort, and it happens to be the location of the ancestral hall?"

After a series of questions, Zi Luo responded to the response to the dark red eyes and was full of confusion.

"I just remember that I slept here very early. At that time, there were not even living people on it. Where did the dead come from?"

Her memory was extremely broken: "I don't know when it was exactly. I only remember that I did a lot of things and many things... I have fought with many people and made many friends. The human race also has it, but I don't remember the Zhong family at all."

Gradually, fear rose on her face: "I have been having nightmares, and I want to wake up. But the dark mist is getting thicker and thicker, and I am getting weaker and weaker, and I am getting more and more... it seems to be cracking, watching the other part become a terrifying monster."

When Zhongyao asked about time, she had no idea at all, but mentioned one thing.

She patted her chest proudly and said, "I used to be very big. Not to mention the small hills now, there are my branches underground throughout the mountain!"

As she said that, she fell into confusion again: "It seems that there is still a river, and half of me is soaked in the water. Is that me?"

Zhong Yao hehe: "Just blow..."

Not to mention the size of Guanshan Mountain, just talk about amphibious land. So are you a vine demon or a water snake demon?

He asked the key question in an unintentional tone: "Who are you waiting for?"

"Of course...well..."

Zi Luo almost said it, and the next moment he quickly bit his tongue, and tears came out of his eyes. He covered his mouth and stared at Zhongyao with grievance.

After glaring for a while, Zi Luo turned and said, "That's the only thing I remember, and it's my mission. I won't say it. And it has nothing to do with your Zhong family. If you want to ask, don't blame me for making up stories."

It was so clear that Zhong Yao asked it without any point. He changed his question: "Why are there a statue of the God of Tudigong hidden? The Temple of Tudigong is also upstairs. Are you pretending to be Tudigong?"

Zi Luo sneered in disdain: "I pretend to be? I still need to pretend to be the land? It's so funny!"

"I used to be..."

Speaking of this, she was stunned and hugged her head and moaned: "What did I have been... I can't remember."

Zhong Yao asked: "Is it the river god? the mountain god?"

Zi Luo shook her head violently and it took a while to calm down.

She blinked and said suddenly: "By the way, if you really want to block the demon nightmare, you have to deal with the mountain god first."

Hey, there is really a mountain god?

"I don't know if that's still the mountain god, but I just feel like there is still a master in Guanshan."

"It must have been eroded by the nightmare aura, becoming very weak and very dangerous."

"If you don't solve it first, when the demon nightmare arrives, it will become a very terrifying monster. Jindan real person is not its opponent."

Zhongyao's expression gradually became solemn, Zi Luo was right!

Her predecessor just slept under Zhongjiabao, and was almost destroyed by the nightmare aura. If Guanshan really had a mountain god, his situation would definitely be worse than hers.

Moreover, his cheap father finished eating flower noodles outside the mountain temple. It has always been an absolutely safe place. There has never been a nightmare that has been formed, but he was caught.

Thinking about it this way, isn’t the nightmare aura released from the mountain temple?

It seems that I have to go to the mountain temple as soon as possible.

Zhongyao was pondering, and footsteps sounded outside the tent. Zi Luo turned into purple light and threw herself into vine without waiting for his order.

There were too many vines in the tent, so I had to explain it to everyone. Zhong Yao sighed with a headache.

The purple light flashed, and the purple roe jumped out again.

"I have to take another sip today!"

She threatened fiercely: "Otherwise I will forget everything!"

Zhongyao finally couldn't help but rub Zi Luo's head, and her purple hair was really silky and smooth.

He said in a doting tone: "Okay, you can also refill for free."

After all, it was his purified vine spirit seed, so he should be his daughter.

Zi Luo shivered and cursed with her hips: "You also said you don't have any special hobbies!"

"Bass Lord, Fort Lord!"

As soon as Zi Luo hid, her crisp and tender screams came from outside the tent.

This is another little girl, his maid, Wang Mali.

"I'll bring the fruit you want!"

The wooden stairs swayed creakingly, and an unexpectedly large bamboo basket opened the door.

The petite little girl, holding a basket full of apples, pears, mangosteens and mulberries, entered the tent. The bamboo basket weighing at least 60 or 70 kilograms was easily moved to the table by her. Finally, she clapped her hands and breathed out a long breath.

Zhongyao wanted to eat vegetables and fruits around the mountain, and was regarded by his elders as a greedy nature. However, this hobby was nothing to the Lord of the First Castle, so he was doing his best, but he didn't know that he was looking for all kinds of land needed for the second transfer.

"You can eat it too, take it whatever you want."

Zhong Yao said casually, but was secretly shocked.

I knew that this little girl was very strong and could not see it before. When I saw her today, she was indeed well-known.

What's even more strange is that her strength was not cultivated, but was born.

Her father, Wang Mafu, is known for his infinite strength, and his name is... Wang Shuangniu, which means that he can pull two cows backwards. After giving birth to a girl, he felt that even a girl could not be less powerful than a horse, so he got this name.

When Wang Mali heard that he could eat too, he was very happy: "Thank you, Lord of the Fort!"

With a small arm around the basket, she actually picked up nearly one-third of the fruit. She was stunned and looked at Zhongyao, shook her arms, shook one left and one right, and took half of it, then she reluctantly left the tent.

Until she left the tent, she didn't notice the circle of vines. It seemed that she was full of her mind in the basket of fruits.

Zhongyao deliberately coughed, and there was a roar outside the tent, and a rumbling sound was heard.

Zhong Yao held back his laughter and said, "In the future, call me Uncle Yao, and you are not allowed to call me the Fortress Master."

Wang Mali responded in a panic: "Yes, the lord of the castle... no, Uncle Yao!"

She picked up the fruit and murmured in a low voice: "The Castle Lord... Uncle Yao... isn't much different, it's such a strange uncle."

Zhong Yao could hear clearly in the tent and said yes, the guys who like to tease the little girls are all weird.

A familiar crisp sound rang out of the tent: "Horse power, can you hold it?"

"No, I won't eat, be careful."

"A Yao! I've practiced swordsmanship!"
Chapter completed!