First update

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Seeing Luo Batian chasing him quickly as he stepped on the flying sword, Zhao Yao was a little helpless, so she had to use the same trick to take the magic talisman from the ground and keep blasting it backwards. Fortunately, she bought a lot of magic talismans during the day, which happened to come in handy at this time.

Luo Batian also cast a "Iron Wall Talisman" to block his body. The speed was naturally blocked and the distance was slowly pulled away. Luo Batian had already recognized Zhao Yao at this time. He originally wanted to capture Zhao Yao alive, but was about to let her escape. He couldn't help but look ruthless and raised his hand to throw out a third-grade "mountain" Talisman.

A huge rock mountain was smashed down, and the two birds were about to be smashed into meat paste by the stone mountain. In desperation, Zhaoyao hugged Han Yun and jumped forward. At the same time, Qingluan turned into a stream of light and flew into Zhaoyao's seal bracelet.

Huh! Shishan was just rubbing behind Zhao Yao's back and smashing into the dark night. After a long time, he heard a loud bang. Zhao Yao hugged Han Yun and fell downwards, and hurriedly released Qingluan again. Qingluan rang and carried the two of them steadily, spreading their wings and slapped towards the mountains below.

Luo Badao's flying sword bent and cut and jumped down at a forty-five degrees. Judging from the speed, it should be blocked when Qingluan lands on the ground.

"Look at the knife!" Zhao Yao suddenly turned around and raised her hand, and saw a flash of light, and something hit Luo Batian in her chest. Luo Batian was most afraid of was the ghost-headed knife in Zhao Yao's hand. At this time, when the light hit, he couldn't help but stop the flying sword quickly and release a "iron wall talisman".

When the item was broken into powder, it turned out to be a spirit stone. Luo Batian realized that he was fooled and couldn't help but feel angry and shouted: "Bitch, wait for Master Dao to catch you and let you compensate for the feeling of life being worse than death!"

Luo Batian blocked like this, and Qingluan had already carried Zhao Yao and the other two to pounce on the dark trees. Luo Batian turned on the magic shield, lowered the flight altitude, and rubbed the treetops to search.

"Bitch, you can't escape! Come out and I'll give you a pleasure in the division of Zhaogu Peak. Otherwise, I'll let me grab the skin and cramps and snatch the sky lanterns, so that you can destroy both body and spirit!" Luo Batian said gritting his teeth, while concentrating on searching for the thorns of the trees and thorns below. Darkness is extremely limited for the practitioners in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and can still see clearly. However, the practitioners in the Foundation Establishment Stage cannot rely on external objects to release them, otherwise Zhao Yao and Han Yun would have nowhere to hide.

Zhao Yao lay tightly on Han Yun's body, trying to fit Han Yun as much as possible. The two of them were about the same height. Zhao Yao's delicate body almost covered Han Yun, with her face facing her face and her chest close to her chest. However, Zhao Yao's hands slightly supported the ground and separated her body a little distance to avoid pressing Han Yun's chest. The invisible cloak covered the two of them, barely blocking both of them.

Luo Batian searched back and forth several times but did not find Zhao Yao and Han Yun, but he was not discouraged, because he concluded that Zhao Yao must be at the two or three hundred square meters below him and could not escape! As long as he waited until dawn and searched it in a carpet style, he would definitely find the two of them. So he found a rock and sat cross-legged, focusing on the movements around him.

Zhao Yao lay on Han Yun's body, her heart was full of tenderness, and tears couldn't help but drip, hitting Han Yun's cheek. Han Yun's breathing was very weak, and she was as angry as a wanderer. I don't know how much the injury was. Zhao Yao regretted her willfulness and insisted on her own way, not listening to Han Yun's advice. Although she killed Luo Badao now, Han Yun also lost half her life, and was now forced to go to the forefront by Luo Batian. As soon as the sky was dawn, both of them would die.

"Pig, you said you would be with me on the Naihe Bridge and drink Mengpo soup together! This is what you said, you damn pig, now you have done your wish!" Zhao Yao had an extra dagger in her hand. Even if she died, she could not fall into the hands of the Luo family. Before she died, she would have to kill the pig, so as not to worry about him even if she died.

Zhao Yao held up slightly and stared at Han Yun's face steadily. A figure flashed in her mind. The man held a spear and was in silver armor and was extremely heroic. He always looked cold. This figure was someone Zhao Yao often dreamed of since she was a dream, but the person's face was always blocked by a flash of light. In the dream, she kept following the man and chasing him, but she was just a little short of it but couldn't catch up... Sometimes Zhao Yao got angry and sat on the ground and stopped chasing him, but she watched the man continue to walk away without looking back. She felt lost and hurt in her heart for a while, and got up and continued chasing him...

One day in the dream, the man suddenly turned around and smiled at Zhao Yao. The face turned out to be Han Yun's attractive face, and he smiled so badly. The next day, Zhao Yao met Han Yun for the first time in Anning Village.

Zhao Yao lowered her head and stroked Han Yun's cheek, and said to herself, "Pig, have we known each other in the previous life? So, can we meet in Anning Village in the next life?" The dagger in her hand gently pressed against Han Yun's neck.

"Erhu, your uncle's... it hurts so much... Yaoyao..." Han Yun in the dimness suddenly said like a murmur. Zhao Yao was shocked, and the dagger in her hand could no longer be stabbed. He bit his red lips, lowered his head and kissed Han Yun's lips deeply, and said softly: "Pig, live well!" He placed the ghost-headed knife and spirit stone bag beside Han Yun, took off the invisible hood and covered it on Han Yun's body, thought for a while, and took Jiji out of the storage belt and kissed him, and said softly: "Take care for him!"

Jiji had just woken up from his sleep, but he didn't know what was going on, so he rubbed his eyes and screamed twice. Zhao Yao's face changed, and he stood up and stuffed Jiji under the invisible cloak, spread his figure and ran away between the trees. Luo Batian naturally heard such a big noise. The flying sword on his back was unshelfed out of the air, and Luo Batian jumped onto the flying sword and chased towards the place where spiritual power fluctuated...

early morning.

The sunlight leaked from the gaps between the trees, and sprinkled with spots of light and shadow on the ground full of fallen leaves. A veil-like mist swayed between the valleys, and occasionally one or two birds crowed.

"Chirky chirp...chill chirp..." A little pig-like thing flapped its wings in panic and flew rapidly from the towering ancient trees. Two hands like round hammers were holding a bright red fruit. A small black crow behind him chased her, and the feathers on her head stood up one by one, describing ferociousness and making unpleasant sounds from time to time.

The little Fliggy opened his mouth into an "o" shape and panted. His pure eyes were full of panic. The water was shining, as if he was anxious to cry.

"Qua!" The black crow screamed strangely, and his sharp claws stretched out and grabbed Jiji's back.

"Chirky...church...church..." Jiji's wings closed and fell to the ground and rolled a few times, fluffing! A green light flashed. The black crow screamed and the green light dissipated. A little girl in a leaf-shaped dress stood up from the ground. She was about half a meter tall, covered with snow-white and cute, with light green hair with ears, pink and jade-like hair, round and tender face, and her eyes were so pure that there was no impurity that she was staring vigilantly at the crow standing on the branch, with a bright red fruit in her hand.

The crow looked at the little girl with his head tilted for a while, and suddenly screamed and rushed towards the little girl, pointing directly at the fruit in the little girl's hand.

"Ah!" The little girl spread her short legs and ran away, but she obviously didn't know how to walk. She fell down after running two steps. She grabbed a dead branch and turned her hand back and made a stick.

"puff!"

She actually hit the crow's head. The crow rolled to the ground with a scream of pain and flipped a few times, and slipped away like she was thrusting. The little girl sat up, and the red fruit had been flattened by her, and the juice was flowing.

The little girl's eyes were immediately covered with a layer of mist. She raised her hand to wipe her eyes, and almost cried. A green light flashed, and the little girl turned back to the cute little pig, holding the flat fruit and flapping her wings and flew out several ways before landing on a thorn from it.

A man was lying on the ground, his eyes were closed, his body was covered with a black cloak, his face was pale, and his lips were chapped. Jiji held the red fruit and squeezed the fruit hard, and drops of red juice were dropped between Han Yun's lips. Han Yun's in a coma moved slightly, licking the juice into his mouth. This was a completely subconscious action.

After he could no longer squeeze out a drop of juice, Jiji sat on Han Yun's chest and started gnawing.

Suddenly, Han Yun, who was in a coma, opened his mouth: "Yaoyao..."

"Jiuchi... Jilu..." Jiji threw away the fruit and screamed, flapping a pair of green wings and hovering above Han Yun's face, and his wings flapping Han Yun's face from time to time.

"Chir...chur...chur...chur..." The cheerful cry was like singing. Han Yun slowly opened his eyes, and Jiji's cute face immediately came a big close-up, and his big round eyes almost touched Han Yun's nose. Han Yun, who was caught off guard, was startled and screamed and wanted to pull the monster in front of him, but as soon as he tried, his chest hurt and he almost fainted again.

Jiji was also startled by Han Yun's strange scream, and suddenly flew high, staring at Han Yun in confusion: "Jiujiu..."

Han Yun then saw clearly that it was Jiji and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Jiji..."

"Jilu..." Jiji flapped his wings and flew down, rubbing Han Yun's face affectionately. Han Yun looked around the surrounding environment. It was obvious that it had entered the Linqi Mountains. Zhao Yao had gone somewhere. Han Yun's face changed, and he sat up with the severe pain in his chest, shouting: "Yaoyao..."

After screaming, the chest frame was as painful as a knife. It is conceivable that Luo Badao's dying attack was so powerful that he had a crack. Although he was wearing two spiritual-level defensive magic weapons, his sternum was still cracked and his internal organs were slightly displaced. In other words, Han Yun's physique was special. After hiding for five or six days, his injuries were healed 30%. If it were someone else, he would probably not be able to wake up in a month or two.

Han Yun endured the pain and screamed a few times. The mountains were silent, and only the echo of his own voice was heard. Han Yun looked down and found that the invisible cloak was covered with his body. There was a bag of spirit stones beside him. Even the ghost-headed knife was there, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

"Jiji, where has Yaoyao been?" Han Yun turned his head and asked Jiji. Jiji shook his head innocently: "Jiji... Jilu..." He patted his stomach and licked his tongue again. Han Yun couldn't help but feel speechless. It seemed that this foodie could not count on him. He barely moved his hands and feet and wanted to stand up. A piercing pain came from his chest. Han Yun whined in pain and lay down on the ground again. It seemed that he would have to recuperate for a few days before he could move.
Chapter completed!