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Chapter 681: Sold by the Stupid Demon Vine Again


Lu Yi is her caring little cotton-padded jacket.

With Lu Yi's help, she will definitely be able to stop the young master later.

Thinking like this, Yun Yaoling felt relieved.

Sitting among the mist-shrouded spiritual flowers, I closed my eyes and began to search my mind for a solution.

The greenery ran not far away like a small guardian angel, guarding the clouds and ringing the bell.

Well, the master said that the master’s son will not be allowed to come over.

It wants to listen to its master.

Feng Mingye came very quickly because he really didn't know what happened to Ah Yao.

There was worry and annoyance on his face.

At a glance, he saw the cloud ringing bell among the smoke, flowers and grass.

He wanted to walk over, but suddenly his feet seemed to be entangled with something.

He looked down and saw that it was Ah Yao's spiritual plant pet, Lu Yi.

Sisisi, I won’t let you pass.

The master said that Luyi will stop you.

Greenery used its tiny pink vines to tightly bind Feng Mingye's feet, preventing him from moving at all.

Looking at Lu Yi's cute appearance, Feng Mingye's eyes softened.

Ah Yao’s pet is as cute as Ah Yao.

As early as when Ah Yao's soul disappeared, Feng Mingye had been in contact with Lu Yi.

This little guy is very innocent.

He raised his hand, and a bunch of spiritual fruits filled with pure aura appeared in his hand.

"Sisisi, it's the spirit fruit, which Lu Yi likes to eat."

As soon as Lu Yi saw the spirit fruit in Feng Mingye's hand, all the vines began to sway, obviously taking a fancy to what Feng Mingye was holding.

"Well, Lu Yi, let me go over and see Ah Yao.

I'll give you all these to eat."

When Feng Mingye saw Lu Yi's excited look, he knew that this kind of fruit that appeared in Shang Ge Ling Mansion was very popular with Lu Yi. .

After hearing this, Lu Yi stretched out a vine and carefully touched the bunch of small fruits in Feng Mingye's palm, as if he wanted to eat them.

But I thought of the master’s instructions.

Lu Yi moved his little vine with some reluctance.

"Sisisi, no, Luyi must protect his master."

Feng Mingye looked at Yun Yaling, who was sitting among the flowers with his eyes closed and not knowing what he was doing, and his heart tightened.

When he moved his hand again, there was another bunch of spiritual fruits.

All the vines that looked at the green color began to get excited.

They are all what he likes to eat.

He really wants to eat them.

"Lv Yi, eat it.

If you let me go, I'll let you go to the cemetery to eat as much as you like."

Feng Mingye hung the Ling Guo in his hand on the green vine that was about to move, and spoke with a faint smile.

"Really?

Then Lu Yi went to eat it."

I saw the greenery swishing to absorb all the spiritual fruits hanging on its vines.

When I heard Feng Mingye's words, I immediately forgot about Yun Rattle's words in excitement.

With a swish, it went in the direction of the growth of the spiritual fruit.

The master's son is the master of this space.

With his permission, he can eat as much as he wants.

Thinking like this, the green little pink vines turned into seven or eight vines in an instant, and disappeared in this place in an impatient swish.

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At this time, Yun Yaoling didn't know that her caring little cotton-padded jacket had already forgotten her words for the sake of food, and she was concentrating on finding a solution in the inherited memory. scent of blood Ah Yao is injured Feng Mingye was about to approach Yun Rattle Bell when he suddenly smelled a familiar scent of blood in the air, which was Ah Yao's blood. she is hurt In an instant, his expression changed drastically, and before he had time to think about it, he appeared next to Yun Yaoling in a flash.

Yun Yaoling was instantly surprised by the movement around her.

Wucao, why is the young master here?

Where's the greenery?

Suddenly Yun Ragging realized something was wrong and his face turned red.

Strongly pampering the devil's concubine: Evil Lord, too fierce :