Chapter 1666: The story of a clay doll cultivating immortality (1)

Chapter 1666: The story of a clay doll cultivating immortality (1)

Chapter 1666: The story of a clay doll cultivating immortality (1)

The person who made a wish this time was very special. He was the most different person Qianyan had ever seen.

I saw a wet clay doll sitting on the stone bench next to the stone table. It was dirty and looked somewhat mutilated and deformed. It could be seen that something bad had happened to the other person.

"My goal since I became conscious is to get rid of this clay sculpture as soon as possible, cultivate my human body, ascend to the immortal world, and become a free and easy god." The clay doll said, it was a girl's voice, very gentle and soft, and one could tell that she has a simple temper and a wrong mind. bad.

"Since ancient times, it has been easiest for human beings to become immortals, but it has been more difficult for spirits and monsters to become immortals. If a clay body like me wants to cultivate to the point of ascension, I don't know how much essence of the sun, moon and stars must be absorbed to achieve it. But I am a clay doll, sitting on If you can live there, you can sit in the mountains for hundreds of years."

It starts with me saving a poor mother and son...

One day, Niwawa woke up from trance and heard the cry of a mother and her son. The sad voice penetrated the forest.

While the woman was trying to climb up, her body suddenly sank uncontrollably, and the boy also moved closer to the cliff. She did not dare to move anymore.

The edge of the cliff was wet and cold, and she felt that her strength was gradually weakening. Unless an adult passed by at this time, it would be impossible for her to climb up. She was already dizzy and her arms were numb. If she hadn't had a breath in her heart, she might have fallen down.

This time I went into the mountains to collect medicine, but I didn't expect to encounter such an accident.

The woman judged that she might not be able to go up, and looked up with reluctance at the boy who was gritting his teeth and his face was extremely tight, and said to him in a soft voice: "Duan'er, can you let me go? Mom cant go, but I hope Duaner can live well.

No! The boy gritted his teeth and held the woman tighter with his little hands.

The clay doll was moved when she saw this scene. The mother wanted her child to live so she gave up her life, while the child wanted her mother to live regardless of her own life.

She floated over and used magic to bring the woman up.

Both mother and son were a little confused by the sudden scene. After they came to their senses, they hugged their heads and cried. After crying for a while, they were thinking about who saved them.