Female Protagonist and Second Male Lead HE

The Valley of Flames is connected to the back mountain, and at the foot of the mountain is Bai Ling’s house. Because the master and the seniors are good at refining tools, and a place in the refining area is not a problem, her house is very beautiful, even the various decorations and small pieces inside. The gadgets are very delicate, and the preparations are also very thoughtful.

After Bai Ling moved in, he felt that the person who prepared the decorations and utensils in the house must be a wife and sister of Huizhilanxin, and I don't know where the brothers found foreign aid. As a result, when her sixth senior with well-developed pectoral muscles asked inadvertently, she smiled embarrassedly and said, "Ah, I prepared it, and I made many of it myself."

Bai Ling: "...Those flowers, those beautiful skirts, and the water bed that can bloom?"

"Yes, I did it." Senior Brother Six smiled honestly: "Is it a little strange for me to do this?"

Bai Ling jumped up and patted Senior Brother Six on the shoulder, "What's weird, I think Senior Brother Six is ​​very good like this! Senior Brother Six, you are good!"

She lived in that cave in Luoshui for several years, and it was still like a doghouse.

In addition to this house, there is also a large lake created for her by master Chi Yan. The water is clear. At noon, Bai Ling likes to become a prototype soaking in the lake, with the sun in the sun, and the temperature is just right. Very suitable for a nap.

The seniors were curious about the prototype of the white dragon, and secretly came to see the little white dragon. After being pulled back by the master with a black face and hitting iron for three days and three nights, they never dared to see it again. So every time this time, there is only one here. A white strip coiled into a circle in the center of the lake.

On this day, Bai Ling came back from the furnace, and as usual, she changed back to the original model and took a nap in the lake. In a daze, she heard a few low-pitched ah-ah-ah-ah, weird calls from the flowers near the lake. .

The little white dragon in the center of the lake opened his eyes and swam to the shore. He put his head on the flower on the shore and met a pitiful crow. The crow's feathers were scattered, and there was a scorching odor on its wings. It was so badly injured that it seemed to be unable to fly, shivering under the flowers.

Bai Ling looked at the crow's red eyes, felt it, and realized that it looked like a little monster in front of him. It belonged to the kind of little monster that was very useless and could not be transformed with weak spiritual power. It was better than those she had seen in Luoshui. The little demon who can only transform his head or hands without success is still miserable.

The white dragon opened his mouth and spit out a breath of the dragon. The black crow was blown back and rolled back two times, but he didn't escape without fear of death. He still stayed on the spot, making a weak ah, ah, pitiful sound towards her.

Turning back into a human form, Bai Ling bent down and lifted the little crow demon, and put it in his hand to find Senior Brother Six.

The sixth brother of the Flame Valley, the most delicate people of the big masters, was entrusted by their masters after the younger sisters arrived. Master Chiyan said: "It's not long before your brothers and sisters have been transformed, you compare Be careful. If you want to take good care of her, take care of yourself like her mother!"

Brother Six: "...Yes, Master."

Brother Six is ​​a very competent "mother". In less than a month, when Bai Ling had something to call her mother, the first thing she thought about was to find Brother Six.

"Senior Brother Six, you see I picked up a bird! It's like this, do you want to cure it?"

Senior Brother Six glanced at the crow in her hand, "It's just a little demon. There are formations outside of our Guiyi Immortal Sect. The big monsters can't get in, and the small ones don't dare to get in. This might be too weak. , The formation doesn’t care much... You see, the scorched black on the wings is the injury of forcibly breaking through the big formation. It’s strange, ordinary monsters can feel the formation danger, and they don’t like to come here. What about this little monster? Come in?"

Bai Ling squeezed the crow's beak and guessed: "Maybe he was chased by another monster and fled in panic?"

Senior Brother Six: "No matter how you come in, this kind of little demon is formed by some filthy things. It's better not to play with this kind of thing." He said, taking the crow from Bai Ling's hand and preparing to throw it elsewhere. , Like a mother who doesn't allow children at home to touch dirty stray cats.

The strange thing is that the little crow demon, who was motionless in Bai Ling's hands, was obedient when she pinched her beak and pulled her wings. After being taken by Senior Brother Six, she immediately let out a stern cry, slammed her wings and struggled. He almost pecked the hands of Senior Brother Six.

Bai Ling's eyes were quick, and she grabbed the crow, "Don't throw it, let me take it and play around." After she said that, she turned and ran away.

Holding the crow back to her house, she was trying to find something for the little monster to make a nest. The old shell hanging on her waist said: "Little master, this thing is very dirty, so I should throw it away earlier. Don't touch it. ."

Bai Ling found a bowl, threw a ball of grass, and stuffed the crow in, "Why is it dirty? I think the feathers are black and shiny, and the red eyes are so pretty."

Old Shell: "It doesn't mean the appearance. The things that form this little monster are all contaminated dirt. It's not a good thing. You can have a snack."

"Well, I know, a little dim sum." Bai Ling casually said.

Old Shell desperately discovered that her little master didn't even listen to her words. She took out a small bottle and poured a drop of milky white spirit on the black crow's broken burnt wing.

The shell mouth of the old shell rattles, if he has feet, he can jump up now: "Ah! Little master, it's a waste!"

Bai Ling: "It's not just a drop of spiritual dew, there is still a big jar in my spiritual bag."

Old Shell was heartbroken: "But it is too wasteful to use this kind of thing!"

Shrugging, Bai Ling put away the bottle, "I use it all."

Bai Ling took the bowl and put it outside, planning to make the crow better and fly away by herself, and then she forgot about it. She forgot about it completely, but the black crow never flew away. It often hid in the corner of the house, and sometimes stopped on a branch to watch a white dragon playing in the lake. In the bowl in the corner, the grass in the white silk ball turned into hay, and the crow burrowed in the hay every night.

Its mind is sometimes chaotic, sometimes clear, sometimes it will think of its name as Lu Linsheng, sometimes it will only be dominated by the devouring desire in its body, and it just wants to find some flesh and blood that it can swallow-it can only swallow Some small animals, any larger monsters can swallow it.

But every time it leaves this place controlled by instinct, when it wakes up and remembers its own name, it will be affected by obsession and return to the house where Bai Ling is.

Bai Ling didn't know that there was another guest here. Her aura is strong and attracts a lot of small animals. Occasionally, when she is idle, she grabs a handful of ling rice and feeds it to various birds nearby like pigeons. , She also pulled the spirit grass to feed the rabbit.

When Bai Ling was feeding, the black crow never dared to approach it. It hid in a dark corner and watched. When Bai Ling got up and left, it would fly over and peck at the spiritual rice that Bai Ling had dropped.

A few months later, Bai Ling became acquainted with Xianzong in Guiyi, and occasionally a few disciples would come to look for her. For example, among the seven disciples she first met, Sun Xiaoqin was the only female disciple. .

"I wanted to see you a long time ago, but now you are a direct disciple of Lord Chiyan Valley, I am just an ordinary disciple, and I have to call you Master Uncle, so I am not embarrassed to come over." Sun Xiaoqin was a little vain and enthusiastic. A lot of interesting gadgets were given to Bai Ling, both inside and outside are very eager.

The two talked for a while, Bai Ling was called to get things by the senior brother, and Sun Xiaoqin stayed in the room alone. She didn't want to do anything at all, just curious about Bai Ling's house, she couldn't help but look around. When she saw the big and small boxes on her dressing table, she moved her heart and glanced at the door, thinking Bai Ling could not When I came back so soon, I picked up one and took a look.

Many people in the sect were curious about Bai Ling, the dragon clan. As one of the first people who came into contact with her, Sun Xiaoqin had a very good life these days, and disciples who didn't care about her before would come to ask her about Bai Ling. Sun Xiaoqin tasted the sweetness, and while ridiculing some Bailing things to blog people's eyeballs, she felt guilty at the same time. Looking at these things in the room, she moved to think carefully. When I went back this time, I could talk a lot with others. It would be better if Bai Ling could give her something.

She opened the boxes one by one, and saw a box of pearls in it. The shiny white pearls were piled together, and there were several purple pearls, which was very eye-catching. She likes these beautiful things the most, and can't help but look back and forth with the box, the more she looks, the more she likes it.

How about a few? Anyway, there are so many in it, and you shouldn't be found if you only take a few. And she also gave Bai Ling a lot of things, should it be okay to take her few pearls?

Sun Xiaoqin struggled to think, her hand couldn't help but grasp the pearls. At this moment, she found two red lights in the corner of the dressing table and the cabinet. She looked intently, and then screamed back.

Bai Ling walked into the house and happened to hear Sun Xiaoqin's scream, and saw the pearls spilled on the floor.

"What's going on?"

Sun Xiaoqin smiled reluctantly, and pointed to the motionless thing in the corner, "I, I was scared by that mouse just now, and accidentally knocked down the pearl box on your dressing table. How come there are mice here, it's so disgusting ,scared me!"

Bai Ling raised her eyebrows, looked at the pearls all over the floor, and then at Sun Xiaoqin, who was pale with a guilty conscience. Without saying anything, she stepped forward and lifted the little black mouse in the corner. The mouse has a pair of red eyes, which looks like a fake. Bai Ling lifted the tail and grabbed it, without struggling.

Putting the mouse on the table, it did not run, but shrank into a ball and waited there.

Sun Xiaoqin seems to be really afraid of mice, and the disgust in his eyes can't be covered, "Why, why is it still a little demon? I don't know how I came here. Why don't I help you to deal with it and throw it away, listen. It is said that mice like to steal things the most. Put it here, and I don’t know what it will bite."

Bai Ling suddenly took out a handful of Ling Mi, sprinkled it in front of the mouse, and said slowly: "It's not only mice that steal things."

Sun Xiaoqin's face turned red and white, and left in a hurry, probably not dare to come again. Bai Ling was in a daze. She remembered the three roommates in her dormitory in her previous life. She always quarreled with her back then, but now she can't remember what she looked like.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the black mouse lying quietly on the table, and did not eat the Lingmi, Bai Ling pushed it, "Don't eat it, eat it."

The black mouse moved, and only then began to eat the surrounding ling rice a little bit. When it finished eating, Bai Ling pinched the rat's neck and put it outside the house. She was never afraid of this, and felt that this mouse was no different from the hamster raised by her previous roommate. But Old Shell shouted again, "Little Master, don't play with these things, it's dirty!"

Seeing Bai Ling ignored him, he began to whisper and complain: "What's going on in this place? It's a fairy sect. How come there are always such little monsters of unknown origin running around, I said it's better to go to You Fushan is the right way..."

Bai Ling turned a deaf ear, cleaned up the pearls in the house, and ran back to Yanai to learn how to strike iron with the master. This is just her statement. In fact, what they are doing now is a one-hundred-thousand-year-old star. They not only exercise their strength, but also exercise their spirits. Controlling power and spiritual power output, Bai Ling was too tired to practice a small piece, so she could only learn from the master and brother first, but she recently wielded the hammer a lot more smoothly.

After Bai Ling left, the black mouse with a round belly suddenly turned into a black crow, and followed Bai Ling to the Valley of Flames, but it couldn't get close and stayed on a branch outside.

...

Floating high in the sky, the highest palace gate suddenly opened, and the **** Xuan Cang left.

For some reason he has been restless all these days, feeling as if he has missed some chance, and he can't even meditate in concentration.

"God, Master Bu Xing, please see me." Immortal servant came to return.

"Let her come over."

Bu Xing knelt down on the ground, her skirts spread out like flowers, and she held up a astrolabe with her hands, "God, I calculated yesterday, and calculated that you have a fate, this calamity fell in Luoshui, there is a white dragon vision. "

God Xuancang: "Bailong?" He remembered what the Patriarch Bailong asked for when he took away the scales from the heart of the Patriarch Bailong for medicine. He said that in the future, his daughter, the last white dragon in the world, would come to Youfu Mountain, hoping that he could accept the dragon girl as a disciple and shelter her for a period of time.

Now if there is a white dragon in the world, it should be her.

"A mere white dragon, will it be my fate?" Xuan Cang's majestic and cold voice rang in the hall, and the fairy Bu Xing did not dare to reply, she only pressed her head lower.

God Xuan Cang suddenly stood up, waved his sleeve, and disappeared in place.