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In fact, it is very difficult to bow your head and ask for help.

Especially when facing a man who may seem younger than him, and when he is uncertain about anything, he just hears some words.

If it weren't for the desperate situation, this man with a higher heart and a higher person than the waves would probably not have bowed his head in such despair.

Mu Qian did not answer him directly, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Zhu Xiu twisted Zhu Su's ear and walked to Xiaoling and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

"Shh, he is begging my brother to help him." Xiaoling made a gesture of silence.

Zhu Xiu thought about several possibilities: "Are you hungry? Or is it still no travel expenses?"

Xiaoling picked up his little arm and sighed slightly deeper: "It's much more complicated than this."

Zhu Su, who was twisted with his ears behind him, could only keep his head down and bent down: "Sister, can you let go of me first? It's okay, I'm also an adult, and I can help you in the past."

"Hmph, brother**," Zhu Xiu's face was full of complaints, but he still let go of Zhu Su's ears with great wisdom.

But I never expected...

Mu Qian turned his head and looked at the three of them: "Don't get involved with adults and kids, fat guys, take them to play next to you. By the way, don't leave Xiaoling and you, remember."

Zhu Su responded dejectedly: "Okay."

Adults talk, don’t greed for children... Is he also in the children’s sequence...

All right……

The two sisters burst into laughter, held hands with each other, and walked downstream along the stream. Zhu Su followed weakly...

Mu Qian asked Zhu Su and his sister not to leave Xiaoling's side, naturally for safety reasons. Although Xiaoling is a weak girl, how could Mu Qian not give her sister some protection measures?

It's also a hidden wave.

When the three of them walked away, Pang Sanlang lowered his head and had not raised it yet, a small puddle appeared on the ground.

It may be the sweat on his face, or the chemical composition of sweat, the kind of liquid secreted through the lacrimal glands...

As a big man, it’s too shameful to say that he’s crying, and it’s too pretentious to say that he’s crying.

In order to break the dullness, Song Shijing whispered: "Well, am I a child... I'm not twenty years old yet."

"Sister, you probably came from last year." Mu Qian glanced at her.

Song Shijing could only stick out her tongue and express her dissatisfaction with her cuteness. "Hmph, this fairy will always be seventeen years old!"

"If you only have to be satisfied with your seventeen-year-old figure, I can't say anything."

"Hate!" Song Shijing's face turned red. She thought of some corner of the bump, and hesitated and replied: "I am... much older than when I was seventeen years old... Sister Yu said she would grow longer..."

In most cases, adolescent girls mature earlier than boys of the same age. Song Shijing looks two years older than Mu Qian on the surface and has more adolescent thinking, so... it is understandable that occasionally the mind goes off the line.

A small dirty thing makes people happy, while a big dirty thing hurts the kidneys. The ancients were truly unrestrained.

Mu Qian didn't chase him and asked where he had grown up, although he just said 'height'.

He turned to Pang Sanlang and said, "Look up, there is nothing worth asking for help."

After pinching his nose and throwing it to the side, he wiped his face randomly, and then Pang Sanlang sat up.

Perhaps because of the prolonged bowing of his head, Pang Sanlang's complexion seemed much better than before; he stared at Mu Qian, with a little urgency in his eyes, as if the drowning man had caught the last life-saving straw.

Lord Guardian... Although I don’t know what it is, it just feels very powerful!

"Help me, if I can do anything for you, it's fine except death!" Pang Sanlang said very seriously.

Song Shijing: "Why can't you die? Didn't you say that you will be quit until you die?"

Pang Sanlang was speechless: "Sister..."

"I'm younger than you!" Song Shijing grabbed the wooden sword inserted beside her.

"Big girl," Pang Sanlang's voice trembled, "If a person dies, what's the point? The brain stops thinking and life will end."

Song Shijing thought about it and felt that what he said was reasonable and could not refute anything.

She also felt that the love involving life and death was too exaggerated, and life was still very beautiful... It was not those bloody ethical dramas.

"How do you want me to help you?" Mu Qian asked.

"Save her, she is being dehumiliated by those bastards!"

"Hmm!" Song Shijing coughed, and Pang Sanlang quickly changed his words.

"She is being chased by the bastards among the demon-removing masters! We have never done anything and no one has hurt! We really just want to live together."

Pang Sanlang covered his eyes, took a breath, and his eyes turned red again.

"Man, and demon," Mu Qian changed his sitting position, supported the grass with his arms backwards, and looked up at the two birds flying over the sky, "Do you live together?"

"We have moved from a big city to a small town," Pang Sanlang quickly explained, "When I was working in the Biological Research Institute, I also saved some savings, and I would do some work outside every day. She did some handmade work at home. We have been very happy this year. She has never hurt anyone, really!"

"Isn't it really hurt?" Song Shijing frowned. Looking at Pang Sanlang's appearance, she seemed to be shaking something in her heart. She shook her head and said, "The lifespan of the demon is very long than that of a human. Maybe she has already..."

"No! Xiao Hei doesn't know!" Pang Sanlang suddenly became excited, and his hands were gesticulating the size of a basketball, "She is afraid of her even such a big puppy!"

Song Shijing blinked and looked at Mu Qian as if she was asking for help. She didn't know what to do.

A demon who does not harm humans? A wolf who is afraid of dogs?

The demon-removing master's textbook does not write about what to do... and seeing the evil demon-removing master's side of human beings, Song Shijing may also subconsciously think that such demons are a little more capable than some demon-removing masters.

"You're almost dead." Mu Qian's voice floated out a little dull, like the stream behind him, without any waves. "If you are with that wolf demon again, half a year later, the demonic energy will erode your heart and soul. No matter how developed medical technology is, it will not save you."

Pang Sanlang clenched his fists, and the sun shone on his short hair, and a small shadow appeared on his forehead.

Mu Qian: "Didn't you just say, if a person dies, what's the point of everything?"

Song Shijing murmured in a low voice: "Can he really live for half a year? I feel like it's only a few months... It's so false."

"He has a good foundation. If he is eroded by the demonic energy, he should be able to live for half a year." Mu Qian commented, and the two of them were not afraid of it in front of Pang Sanlang.

“Yes, meaningful!”

Pang Sanlang raised his head and looked at Mu Qian: "No matter what happens in the future, I think she can survive now. She just said to lure away the demon-removing masters and let me leave, sacrifice herself to make me survive. She can still do this as a woman!"

Song Shijing whispered: "It's a demon."

"What's wrong with the demon!" Pang Sanlang took a deep breath, "A banshee can still be so affectionate and righteous! I, Pang Sanlang, are eight feet tall, no, seven feet tall, man! You can't lose the face of us human men!"

Mu Qian raised his chin: "The slogan is good, then you go and wish you a good life."

Pang Sanlang instantly withered and bowed his head down dejectedly: "Although I don't want to admit it, I may be just a burden to my wife..." A flame of hope burned in his eyes, "So! Please save us! Lord Guardian!"

"Then give me a reason, why should I help you?"

"I..." Pang Sanlang coughed, "Do you still lack a chef? What kind of people who control food, housing and salary?"
Chapter completed!