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The unconscious Lu Beiyou had long since lost consciousness, and the sword that pierced his body, which was already heavily injured, was now even more berserk.

The short elder threw the dying Lu Beiyou onto the ground and started laughing maniacally, sending Lu Beiyou flying with a kick.

"He is clearly a fellow that isn't even as good as a dog, yet he still dared to kill my grandson." "Now, I will bring you back to the Heaven Mountain. I will make you beg for death."

The old man extended his hand and pulled out a rope to tie Lu Beiyou up, then dragged the two of them to leave.

Suddenly, the short old man realized that the space around him had been frozen solid, rendering him unable to move at all.

Just then, a gigantic sword appeared above the two of them. A little girl stepped on a Ju Que and ignored the old man as she expressionlessly looked at Lu Beiyou who was tied up and was on the verge of death.

Following that, he slowly walked towards the short old man. The old man began to panic as his body began to shatter. Streams of invisible sword Qi began to wreak havoc on his body.

The little girl took a step forward, and the sword Qi left a wound on his body, while he was completely unable to move at all.

By the time the little girl arrived in front of Lu Beiyou, the old man's entire body was filled with wounds, but with the old man's cultivation, he was not really injured, but the feeling of being looked down upon by the others made him extremely angry.

The little girl didn't pay attention to the old man, she only reached out her hand to stroke Lu Beiyou's pale white face and said gently: "How long have I been gone, how did you become like this?"

The mysterious figure from before came up behind Mu Qiuqiu from the ninth heaven without saying a word.

"You've done well enough, now is indeed not the time for you to show up."

The mysterious figure nodded after hearing Mu Qiuqiu's voice, then disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

The short old man suddenly realized that he could make a sound, but he also realized that something was wrong and quickly asked, "Who are you? Let me tell you, I am an Elder of Tianshan and this ant killed my grandson. I advise you not to meddle. "Tianshan is not something that you can afford to offend!"

The little girl raised her head to look at the short old man. At that moment, he only felt that he was already placed on top of a huge sword, like a prisoner awaiting judgement.

"Tianshan, it seems as though too much time has passed." Since the time has come, then I should go up to the Heaven Mountain and ask for some things. "

When the old man heard the little girl's words, he couldn't help but break out in cold sweat.

Tianshan was a taboo existence in the general population. Even if those arrogant Half-step Immortal people saw him, they would still treat him with respect due to the majesty of Tianshan.

However, the little girl in front of him had opened her mouth and asked to go up the Sky Mountain to ask for something. What kind of monster did her grandson provoke this time?

He then asked in a low voice, "May I ask who you are?" There were sword formation s all over the mountain, if one was not careful, there would be nothing left of them. Please spare my life. When the time comes, I will personally lead you to Heaven Mountain. "

At this moment, revenge was of no importance to the old man. Surviving was the most important thing. He still had a hundred years to live, and his grandson might still be able to live on, but he only had this one life, and he absolutely could not die here.

Mu Qiuqiu stared at him expressionlessly, and spoke softly: "Heavenly Mountain's sword formation? That's just me using the leftover trash, do you really think you're some treasure? "

Hearing this, the old man trembled and was extremely regretful in his heart. What? The sword formation that Tianshan was so proud of, that it could behead immortals, was actually left behind by the little girl in front of him?

He remembered that the Sect Leader had once said that the Heavenly Mountain's first Sect Leader was at the peak of a mountain, and he had comprehended the sword formation after meeting with a natural born Immortal Sword.

And the first Sect Master's only regret before his death was that he wanted to personally touch that Immortal Sword, because he couldn't even get close to it at that time.

Could it be! The old man wanted to say something.

"Go to hell!"

Bang!

Before he could say anything, he had already turned into a cloud of blood fog and disappeared.

The one with the peak Mahayana was dead before he even made a move in front of Mu Qiuqiu.

Mu Qiuqiu clapped his hands as if he had done something insignificant, and then gestured for the Ju Que to disappear above the 'two people'.

A vast and ancient sword intent spread from the ground, and the tavern rose up from the ground once again.

Mu Qiuqiu stroked the walls of the tavern and said softly, "It's really been hard on you."

The tavern that was originally a dead object seemed to have suddenly gained intelligence, an atmosphere of joy spread throughout the tavern.

The furious Mu Qiuqiu was also infected by this aura, her serious face calmed down a lot, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled into a smile.

Then, he looked at Lu Beiyou who was lying on the ground, whose life and death was unknown, and anxiously ran over and pressed his hand on the bloody hole on Lu Beiyou's abdomen that was pierced by the sword.

A ball of green spirit energy was imbued into Lu Beiyou's body from her palm, healing his injuries.

"This old lady is your shopkeeper!" You stinky brat, if I don't let you die, you can't die! If you dare to die, I will pull you back even if I have to step into hell's netherworld. "

After an unknown amount of time, under Mu Qiuqiu's treatment, Lu Beiyou's breathing finally calmed down.

On one hand, he had borrowed the power of Lu Beiyou's muscles and bones to be tempered by the lightning tribulation, although this time they had suffered fatal injuries, they still held onto a trace of life.

On the other hand, Mu Qiuqiu had returned in time, if Mu Qiuqiu had come late, he was afraid that he would have died before he could even reach Sky Mountain.

Mu Qiuqiu forcefully continued his life and saved Lu Beiyou. However, he had been on the move for the past few days. He had found what he was missing, but his body and mind were already exhausted.

Mu Qiuqiu rubbed his eyes and finally couldn't take it anymore as he fell asleep on top of Lu Beiyou's body.

The sun was high in the sky, and the winter festival had already passed.

A ray of soft sunlight shone through the window of the tavern onto the two of them. The scene was tranquil and serene.

Unknowingly, Lao Kong had returned to the tavern and took out a blanket from the backyard to cover the two of them.

He reached out and rubbed Mu Qiuqiu's little head, sighed with an apologetic expression and said softly: "It's really been hard on you."

The current Lao Kong was no longer the old man who owed him money and exclaimed in admiration to the deities. He was no longer a self-proclaimed beggar, but instead looked like an elder who was taking care of his own child.

When Lu Beiyou woke up, he found himself lying in the tavern. He anxiously propped up his body and realised that his body was covered with a blanket, but it was exceptionally heavy.

Lowering his head to look, he saw that Mu Qiuqiu had already returned and was sound asleep on his body.

At this moment, Mu Qiuqiu's long eyelashes trembled slightly as she breathed. She pouted her lips from time to time, looking delicate and charming.

Suddenly, the sleeping Mu Qiuqiu seemed to have a nightmare as his face tensed up and he grabbed onto Lu Beiyou's messy clothes tightly.

Lu Beiyou couldn't help but lower his head, and lightly tapped Mu Qiuqiu's forehead with his lips. After that, he reached out and pulled her into his embrace, gently stroking Mu Qiuqiu's soft hair.

Only now did Mu Qiuqiu's expression gradually calm down, but he still tightly held onto Lu Beiyou and did not let go, continuing to sleep in his bosom just like this.

Lu Beiyou looked at Mu Qiuqiu, who was in his arms, and giggled. Who cares about him?

He wouldn't let go of anything he said now.