"The kids seem to have gotten into trouble," Ao Qingcheng said with a worried look on her face next to Ao Qing.
"What happened?" Ao Qing asked hurriedly.
"It seems they ran thousands of miles away, raided a sect, took turns being the sect master for a day, then ran off to other places in Dongsheng," Ao Qingcheng said.
"Oh?"
"My naughty sons are a bit like me!" Ao Qing was not worried but delighted when he heard this and laughed heartily.
"Oh my, aren't you worried at all? The kids are still so young, what if they run into bad people?" Ao Qingcheng stamped her jade feet and said. Clearly, after breaking down barriers between them, their relationship was no longer the same as before.
The once arrogant her now revealed her feminine side in front of Ao Qing.
"Don't worry about them, haven't you seen their abilities? Which villain dares to kick such an iron plate?" Ao Qing said with a laugh: "On the contrary, you and I have to thank the heavens if these mischievous sons of ours don't tear down the Immortal River Continent."
Hearing this, Ao Qingcheng finally nodded reassuredly.
Thinking about it, that was true.
Seven immortals.
This could simply walk horizontally across the Immortal River Continent.
"Alright, let them play outside for a while. You should stay in the tribe and properly absorb the pills I gave you. That huge bag of pills should be enough to improve your abilities considerably," Ao Qing said softly: "When the time comes, I'll bring you and the kids together to our master's side."
"Do we have to leave so urgently?"
Ao Qingcheng's face showed some reluctance.
"If we stay away for too long, the master will be upset," Ao Qing said ruefully.
"Okay, alright!"
Ao Qingcheng lowered her head as if recalling something. She hurriedly said, "Oh right, your brother Ao Tie has always coveted the throne of the Devouring Demon Wolf. If you leave, wouldn't you be handing over the throne to him?"
Ao Qing looked at Ao Qingcheng and suddenly laughed.
"What are you laughing about?" Ao Qingcheng asked puzzledly.
"Wife, broaden your horizons!"
Ao Qing couldn't help but say: "Do you think I still care about the tiny throne of the Devouring Demon Wolf?"
"As for Ao Tie, let him have it. I don't care if he gets the throne."
Ao Qingcheng clicked her tongue in wonder.
Seeing Ao Qing's indifference, she was suddenly shocked to find that she could no longer keep up with Ao Qing's vision.
Her husband was no longer confined to a small tribe of Devouring Demon Wolves.
"Seniors, are we setting off now?"
Meanwhile, Xi Lin asked humbly.
A few days ago, through various pleading and selling off all her possessions, plus working as a laborer for the Devouring Demon Wolves for a few days, she barely got Lu Benwei to reluctantly agree to take her to the back mountains.
Although her abilities were lacking, she was still a beast.
"Yes!"
Lu Benwei nodded, bid farewell, then set off with Ao Qing, Ao Qingcheng and others.
At the edge of the plains.
Xi Lin and two other beasts crouched on the ground with hateful looks on their faces.
"That man in black and that human are formidable, but we will never submit to them."
"Right, they want to make us their playthings, we absolutely can't submit."
"But we still need to think of a way to escape!"
"Second brother is right, we do need to think of something."
As the three beasts thought this, Xi Lin's eyes suddenly lit up.
"If I remember correctly, isn't Xi Lin in Dongsheng?" Xi Lin asked.
Hearing this, the other two beasts' eyes also lit up immediately.
"That's right big brother, we just need to send word to Xi Lin and they can come save us."
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