At the same time.
Under Qingcheng Mountain.
The trees were lush and shady.
In a dark and damp place where even the moonlight could not penetrate.
Weishe dragged its injured body.
It brought Feng Qiu'er back to the cave.
"Tick -"
"Tick -"
The creepy sound of water dripping fell on the stone slab one after another.
Because of its injury.
Weishe did not have time to swallow the delicious food it had at hand.
It had to first lick its own wound.
That little boy.
Actually had such an ability to hurt itself like this.
If given time for this boy to grow up, then there would only be one end for itself, which was to be pounded to dust and sliced into pieces.
The hatred in Feng Xiaobai's eyes.
It made Weishe think about it.
It still felt frightened.
It really did not know.
Whether it was right or wrong for itself to provoke him.
Feng Qiu'er was thrown hard by Weishe and fell into the cave.
There was not a single bit of light around.
Feng Qiu'er's hands and feet hit the bluestone slab and it was extremely painful. Feng Qiu'er frowned tightly, but she did not dare to cry out.
In her ear.
She could only hear the sound of water dripping on the bluestone slab.
Accompanied by the heavy breathing of that monster.
Feng Qiu'er was extremely afraid.
She curled her body up as much as possible.
When she touched her arm, ankle, or knee.
It would make her gasp in pain.
Pain.
It was really very painful.
It seemed that there was liquid flowing down from the wound.
Although Feng Qiu'er had grown up in the valley town since childhood and had suffered a lot.
But with her mother around.
Such injuries had never appeared on Feng Qiu'er's body.
Moreover.
What was torturing Feng Qiu'er at this moment was not the injury on her body, but the fear in her heart.
Previously when her brother threw the night pearl into the air.
She saw the appearance of this monster.
It was extremely terrifying.
She wanted to escape.
But her strength was so weak.
Looking at her brother doing his best for her.
Looking at her brother's arm being scratched by this monster.
Looking at her brother who was clearly too tired to stand up and was covered in injuries, but still shouting for this monster to let her go, Feng Qiu'er hated her own uselessness.
She and her brother.
There was too much difference between them.
She could understand the language of beasts.
But she could not be as powerful as her brother.
She could not make a move to subdue them, or even be able to compete with them without falling behind.
Feng Qiu'er wanted her brother to run.
She wanted her brother to not care about her.
But at that time, she was so frightened that her tears kept flowing.
Her teeth were constantly chattering.
She did not even dare to speak, and even a single word could not be spat out.
Fortunately.
That Weishe had escaped.
When Feng Qiu'er was taken away by Weishe, she saw the hatred, regret, and despair in her brother's eyes.
But.
In Feng Qiu'er's heart.
There was actually a trace of joy.
This was good.
At least.
Her brother did not have to risk his life for a useless person like her.
Now.
In this dark, damp, and pitch-black cave.
The fear in Feng Qiu'er's heart.
It was once again infinitely magnified.
She did not dare to cry out.
She could only let her tears silently fall down her fair and delicate little face.
The sound of the tears dripping on the bluestone slab.
It was mixed together with the sound of the water dripping on the bluestone slab.
It could not be distinguished.
Feng Qiu'er tried to communicate with Weishe.
But this monster.
It was different from the beasts that she and her brother had seen before.
In its heart.
It was filled with filth.
All it thought about was.
How to skin her alive and swallow her whole.
How bloody that was.
Feng Qiu'er did not dare to communicate with it, and even she felt that if she took a heavy breath, it would make the originally enraged Weishe even more excited.
Weishe sensed this new power in the cave.
Although it was not as powerful as the little boy.
But for it.
It was also a great tonic.
Its pair of green eyes revealed a strange light in the cave.
Feng Qiu'er was afraid.
She knew.
After Weishe had rested enough.
The next moment.
It would surely swallow her into its stomach.
She could sense.
The evilness of Weishe.
"You, you cannot eat me. My mother is very powerful. She will not let you go."
Feng Qiu'er shrank back.
She retreated until there was nowhere to retreat.
Her entire body became cold.
Her voice.
It was trembling.
She struggled to pick up a stone beside her.
She pointed the sharp end of the stone at Weishe.
But she was not her brother.
This action of hers was not a threat to Weishe at all.
Weishe was not an ordinary object.
It could see everything clearly in the dark.
It was like daytime.
Looking at the panicked, colorless, and disheveled appearance of the little girl.
Weishe only felt extremely happy in its heart.
Such tender and smooth skin.
It was also a great tonic.
If it swallowed her into its stomach.
Its injury would surely be alleviated.
Maybe.
Even its cultivation level would rise to another level.
Looking at those pair of green eyes getting closer and closer to her.
Feng Qiu'er's hand.
It was also trembling severely.
She did not want to die.
She was reluctant to part with her mother, her brother, and everything in this world.
She had not seen her father yet.
She did not know what her father in the legend looked like.
Feng Qiu'er really did not want to die.
But.
She did not have a choice.
Because of her panic.
The stone in her hand fell.
It hit her little foot.
"Ah~"
If it were not for the rough cloth shoes that her mother had made for her, the hardness of this stone would have probably smashed a big hole in her foot.
Pain.
So painful.
Feng Qiu'er stumbled to her feet at this moment.
She wanted to grope her way out of this ghostly place.
But her foot was hit by that stone like this, and now even if she moved it a little, it was extremely painful, not to mention running.
"You."
"You do not come over."
"I am not delicious."
"I am really not delicious."
"Why are you so bad."
"If my mother knows, she will surely use a rattan to whip you this monster severely."
But.
No matter what Feng Qiu'er said.
That Weishe.
It was getting closer and closer to her.
She was desperate.
She closed her eyes.
She silently recited in her heart.
Mother, I am sorry.
Qiu'er will not be able to accompany you for long.
Brother, I am sorry.
Qiu'er will not be able to follow you to do those interesting things anymore.
And.
That father whom she had never met.
Qiu'er had never seen you.
But Qiu'er wants to tell you.
Although we have never met, but I, I love you deeply.
"Mother, brother, father, we will meet again in the next life."
The crying voice of the little girl.
It seemed to have penetrated the clouds.
Among the floating clouds.
A purple-clothed and white-haired man with a peerless appearance frowned involuntarily when he first heard this tender cry.
"Emperor, what is wrong?"
"White Ze, go down a little. Below, there seems to be movement."
White Ze held his breath and concentrated.
A smile appeared on his face.
"Yes. It seems to be an "old friend". It is just right to go down and meet him."
White Ze brought Yan Ruyu.
They flew down quickly.
Their speed.
How fast it was.
Just as the little girl was about to fall into Weishe's mouth.
A bright light.
It pierced through the cave.
A green jade flute.
It was placed horizontally in front of Weishe.
It forced its body back dozens of meters.
"Who is coming?"
Yan Ruyu did not answer.
Instead, White Ze appeared in front of Weishe.
"Old friend, long time no see."
Yan Ruyu leaned forward.
He caught the soft little girl.
Feng Qiu'er opened her eyes.
What came into her eyes.
It was Yan Ruyu's pair of beautiful blue eyes, exactly the same as what her mother had said.
The little girl smiled slightly.
She stretched out her right hand.
"Father, it's you, it's you who came to pick up Qiu'er?"
Her hand fell.
The little girl lost consciousness.